“So how does it work?” asked the nerdy boy standing by the professor.
“I’m glad you asked, young man? What’s your name?” responded the professor. The nerdy boy stood about 5’10 and had greasy black hair and pale skin. He was slim, dressed in stained jeans and a Star Wars tshirt.
“David,” he answered.
Turning to the sorority girl the professor asked her “and your name dear?”
She stood about 5’5” with large tits on an otherwise slim frame. Her long blond hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. “Linda” she answered nervously.
“Well class. I’ll start with my group. What it does is analyze a randomly selected trait in any group of three and then reverses it.
“Trait like what?” asked another student.
“Oh it could be anything. I think. Remember this is the inaugural run. Any volunteers?”
The various groups throughout the classroom chanted among themselves. Nobody seemed eager. “Well then. Might as well be our group, eh David and Linda.” The two shuffled their feet and looked nervously at the ground.
The professor produced a small device. “I’ll screen cast the display for all to see,” he stated. True to his word, the large screen at the front of the classroom turned on and displayed a simple gray user interface. The professer fiddled with his device, and the screen flashed, then under a field labeled targets there were now listed three names: Dr. Bob Thomas, PhD; Mr. David Jonson; Mrs. Linda Arenas. Other fields included “traits” and “results.”
“Now watch. It needs more refining but it will identify three traits, one from each of us, and then rearrange them.” He manipulated the device. The field labeled traits now read: Gender M/M/F; Social Aptitude Low/Low/High; cleanliness Moderate/Low/High. “As you can see, I am a man with low social aptitude and moderate cleanliness. David, my, you’re a slob. Now, let’s manipulate.” He his some buttons. The display under results now read: Gender: F/F/M; Social aptitude Low/High/Low; Cleanliness Low/High/Moderate
Cynthia looked on with awe. Where the professor had stood was now a lovely middle aged woman in greasy sweatpants with unkempt hair. Next to her stood a 5’10 woman with carefully manicured nails, dressed stylishly of a little conservatively. Beside her stood a man of about 5’5, his jaw hanging open in surprise.
“Well? Who’s next?”