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Power and Corruption - Chapter 1
"This kind of fairytale thinking does not suit you at all, Miss Brooks. You are far too smart to indulge in such idiotic fantasies."
"This has nothing to do with fairytales, Professor. I simply refuse to believe your point that every human being will inevitably be corrupted by power."
I should have known better than trying to discuss with Professor Logan. Everyone was in awe of her. She was widely considered to be one of the best in the field of socioecological studies. Her books on humanity's inability to handle power in an unselfish way quickly became the standard lecture in this field. And yet I could not help myself. I had been brought up to stand my ground and speak my mind and this was not the first time that I found myself standing at the professor's desk after the end of class. I think she enjoyed our constant banter. She always gave me a wry smile when she saw me heading towards her.
Usually, these discussions ended with her recommending some books to me. Very rarely was I able to convince her to at last acknowledge my point of view. But this time I was adamant. I would not falter. The thought that humanity in general is good and selfless is something I've never doubted. Even with all the evil in the world I am convinced that everyone - with the exception of the psychologically sick of course - possesses some inner goodness.
"This is not only my point, Miss Brooks. This thought is generally excepted as the rule in our field. Are you really willing to say that we all are wrong about this?"
I've gotten pretty good at reading her over the last few weeks and there was no doubt about it. She was challenging me. I could see it in that faint smile and the way she arched her left eyebrow.
"Maybe you are just too set in your ways to even consider a different point of view. I have read your books, Professor. You never even tried for real. You simply deducted out of history, psychology, and statistics. You know what Churchill said..."
"This argument works both ways. But unlike me you don't even have the data to back your theory up. You just cling to it because you want to, not because it is reasonable."
She had done it again. With her usual calm smugness, she went and destroyed my arguments. But I refused to be defeated this time.
"Just wait and see, Professor. This year's final paper will prove you wrong. I will show you that absolute power will not permanently corrupt everyone."
The professor shook her head. A small infuriating laugh escaping her lips. "I'm looking forward to reading it. If you really manage to prove your point, then I will make sure to grade you accordingly. I might even quote you in my next book."
Later, when I had returned to my dorm room and managed to cool down somewhat, I thought about what happened today. If I could pull this off, this would be my chance to make a name for myself. Being quoted in one of her books would give me just the right kind of credibility to land any job I wanted. And given the fact that good jobs for sociologists are far and few between, this was a chance I could not let go waste.
But how should I do this? I briefly toyed with the idea to find someone to give me absolute power over them, but this would not work. Not only was it highly unlikely to find a participant, I myself would not be able to maintain objective as the wielder of power.
No, there was only one logical choice to make this work. I had to give someone absolute power over myself without letting them know that it was a project for me. But whom? And how? I was stuck, no matter how hard I tried I could not come up with an idea.
So, I went and called my best friend Lela, to see if she wanted to go and grab something to eat. She immediately agreed, and we met up at the local burger joint.
"Don't tell me you really want to go through with this. Claudia, that's nuts. You have no idea what people will force you to do."
Lela obviously was less than excited about my plans. But that was understandable. Everyone fears the idea of losing control.
"I know that it sounds a little crazy, Lela. But I have to do this. It's a once in a lifetime chance. Besides, I am absolutely sure that after the initial excitement of having control over me has worn off, the person will inevitably feel bad about misusing their power and will apologize and release me."
"You are the expert, Claudia, but for me that sounds a bit naïve. People had slaves all through history and they hardly ever felt bad about it."
"That's because they were raised that way. In today's modern times people will behave differently. I'm sure of it."
Lela sighed and them grinned in her typical twinkly-eyed way.
"Just make sure to tell me about everything your 'master' makes you do. Speaking of which, do you have someone in mind already?"
"No, unfortunately not. But my master will probably be a mistress. A guy is bound to use me sexually at first, until his conscience kicks in. That's something I could do without."
I saw Lela's grin broaden. "No, it will not be you either, Lela. You know of this project and you're my friend, so your behavior would be unnatural."
Lela pouted playfully. "Pity, my room needs to be cleaned up badly. But seriously, why don't you use Hanna instead. I know she's your roommate, but you don't have that much contact anyways and at last she's no complete stranger. I'd feel better that way."
That actually made sense. I too was a bit hesitant about submitting to a total stranger. Hanna did not have the same friends and classes as me, she was an art major and moved in totally different circles. She was a nice enough roommate but the occasional small talk aside we mostly left each other alone.
"That's not a bad idea, Lela. She is not a total stranger but still not nearly close enough for her behavior to be influenced by knowing me."
The more I thought about it the more I liked this idea. "Yes, I think she's perfect. Now I only need to figure out a way to get things going."
"No ideas at all? I expected you to have thought this through."
"Well, blackmail seems to be the only logical way for me to surrender myself to her command. For her it has to seem entirely nonconsensual in order for her behavior to be of use for me."
Lela bit her lip, as always when she was deep in thought. "Makes sense, but I cannot think of anything that someone could blackmail you with. No offense, Claudia, but you're the most straight-laced person I know."
"That may well be the key element in this blackmail scenario. What better to blackmail me with than something that would ruin my reputation? You know how strict my parents are, they would immediately stop their support if they thought that college life is turning me in some sort of slut, as they would put it."
"Sounds like you are playing with high stakes, Claudia. So, what do you plan to do? Leave pictures of you in lingerie lying around for Hanna to find?"
I felt myself starting to blush, damn my strict upbringing. Even though I've had sex a few times, talking about sexual things still made me blush like mad.
