Red X Accepts The Offer

The rooftop dinner setting was breathtaking, with candlelight casting a warm glow over the elegant table setting. The robotic waiters moved silently, serving the Italian dishes with precision. Miss Yabawa dug in with gusto, her hunger evident.

Professor Calculus watched her, a hint of a smile on his face. "So, you won't even take off your gloves... it's okay... so... now your life is destroyed..."

Miss Yabawa nodded, her mouth full. "Hmmm... Oh, yeah... you're right..."

Professor Calculus leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "I can offer you a great life..."

As they ate, Miss Yabawa used her knife to cut the food, but didn't bother with a spoon. "Hey, I appreciate you helping me and everything, but if it's a force conversion, I didn't sign up for this sh*t."

Professor Calculus chuckled. "No, it's not a force conversion. We are not the Hindus or Sikhs... it's just that I run a Spiritual Hero Company secretly..."

Miss Yabawa raised an eyebrow. "Everyone knows about it... the scientific inventions and all that... it's just for show... you run some secret spiritual hero agency where you find these people and give them superpowers and provide them with a nice luxurious life, and in return, they work for you..."

Professor Calculus nodded, impressed. "Okay, so you know about me, more than me? You want this life, and please, for God's sake, answer in a yes or no!"

Miss Yabawa's response was immediate. "Yeah, sure, why not? I mean the serum can kill me and sh*t, but who gives a f... I am ready, Mr. Professor..."

"Calculus," he corrected.

"Yeah, Professor Calculus, and to be honest, I am sick of my life, I need a restart... I am converting... I want to be a Muslim... tell me that shahada..."

Professor Calculus's expression turned serious. "What? Just like this..."

Miss Yabawa's eyes locked onto his. "Yeah, look, I need peace, and no Christian came to save me when I was dying. All these people care about is their class of wine, every Saturday... I want to be a Muslim..."

With a nod, Professor Calculus recited the shahada, and Miss Yabawa repeated it, her voice filled with conviction. As she finished, a robotic attendant appeared with a contract and a pen.

"Here, you'll sign, and if you want, I can get you free therapy too... maybe you need it..."

Miss Yabawa's response was curt. "Oh, shut up!" She signed the contract in an instant.

As she finished signing, she looked up at Professor Calculus with a fierce glint in her eye. "If I die, I die... and if I fly, I fly... you see... what I did... huh?"

Professor Calculus smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Right... And if everything goes right, it may also cure your..."

He nodded towards her vagina, his expression turning awkward. Miss Yabawa's eyes followed his gaze, and she smiled wryly.

As Professor Calculus left, Miss Yabawa looked up at the robots. "God, this woman!" she muttered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

She started examining her rings, a newfound sense of purpose evident in her voice. "Miss Red X here, coming to save the day."

As she posed, Professor Calculus reappeared, his expression stern. "And remember... what are you doing?"

Miss Yabawa froze, her hands on the table. "Nothing..."

Professor Calculus's voice was firm. "Remember... it's 7:00 in the morning, be ready..."

Miss Yabawa nodded, her voice submissive. "Yes, sir... sure... I mean..."

As Professor Calculus turned his back on her, Miss Yabawa's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with determination.