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@AshleyInvestigates: Where do I even start with LlamTech? Photos below are from a little late night walkabout. Rows and rows of operating tables-with restraints? All of this surrounded by any number of pressurized canisters of gassesApr. 14.2020. 11:54PM
@AshleyInvestigates: I know DAMN well I wasn’t in a medical wing. I’m also no expert-but anything labeled “anabolic androgenic steroid” does not need to be stored in literal tons around an area like this.
Apr. 14.2020. 11:55PM
@AshleyInvestigates: a girl’s gotta mention the dozens of actual fucking ELECTRIC BONESAWS one can find in this area. @JulianaOmara-what the hell are your people building down there? @LlamTechOfficial
Apr. 14.2020. 11:57PM
@AshleyInvestigates: side note, ya girl is streaming in 15. We playing Animal Crossing. Twitch link in bio.
Apr. 14.2020 11:59pm
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Adrianne Olson furrowed her brow as she read her roommate’s Twitter feed. She was doing that a lot lately, wasn’t she? The headaches were only getting worse as Ashley became increasingly bold in her desire to oust some insane conspiracy theory hiding in LlamTech. It wasn’t even as though Adrianne was some sort of skeptic, either-she literally worked for the company. Sure, had she helped program her share of security bots that may or may not have ended up becoming actual menaces? Absolutely. But it wasn’t as though she, or her employers, did any of that on purpose or with malicious intent!
The LlamTech Ashley saw was the ultimate “big evil conglomerate”. Murder robots, mind-altering drugs, high yield explosives, experimental weaponry-if Lex Luthor would have signed off on it, Ashley was convinced LlamTech was making it.
Granted, LlamTech was responsible for a great deal of armed robots, pharmaceuticals, and military ordinance-but it wasn’t some secret nightmare lab! Adrianne worked there, for gods sake! The boogeyman that Ashley thought she was fighting would surely have been noticed by now with her going in every single day.
Another sigh.
Adrianne closed out of the Twitter tab. Her corporate overlords were probably not going to be too keen on her wasting time reading her friend’s feed that consisted mostly of possible PR disasters for the company.
As if the fates knew she was doing anything but work, a knock came over her shoulder.
“Miss Olson?”
That damn voice
Adrianne recognized that condescending little chime. A voice one seldom wanted to hear call their name-second only to a personal visit from CEO Juliana O’Mara.
Hannah Wilko-director of LlamTech’s HR department-stood behind Adrianne in all her sharp glory. A resolute viper of a woman, her angular features and stiff upper lip belied no hint of empathy. Despite being roughly the same age as Adrianne, she carried herself with an air that suggested she had been with the company for decades.
The brunette programmer swiveled her chair around to face Wilko-forcing her hardest pleasant smile.
“Hannah! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Adrianne winced. You fucking idiot, that’s office-talk for ‘get the hell out of my face’
The director’s smile didn’t waver.
“A bit of an issue, I’m afraid. It might be best if we discuss this matter in private. My office?”
Well, that’s certainly enough to jump the heart rate a few ticks..
Adrianne stood, straightening her black pencil skirt over her legs.
“Of course-do I need to bri-“
“Great, follow me and we’ll have a little chat!”
’Have a little chat’. Wonderful. The brunette thought. Might as well tell me we’re going behind a barn so you can shoot me.
It was hard not to notice heads turning in the cubicles as the two women headed for the elevator. Nobody left with Hannah Wilko for pleasant conversation. The director was certainly a looker, being of a very thin build with a head of long chestnut hair. Her allure was undeniable-most poor saps were too busy looking into those blue eyes and ogling up those long legs to even know they were being fired.
The two entered the nearest lift and stood in silence for the short ride to the upper levels-the crow’s nest where LlamTech kept all of its major players.
The silence was exactly what Adrianne didn’t need. Did one of her projects screw up? Did a program kill someone? Did they suspect her of stealing funds? Did-
She stopped thinking.
Of course she knew why she was being called in.
The moment of clarity came to her as they entered Wilko’s office-the director gesturing for her to take a seat as the door slid shut behind them.
Hannah stiffened her back and deactivated the fake HR smile. A much more dour demeanor came over her-one that wanted answers.
“Well, Miss Olson,” she pulled a file from her desk, “I was hoping you might be able to help me. We’ve been having some...Interesting publicity as of late.”
Adrianne’s brow twitched. If she was being interrogated, her tell was far too obvious. Wilko clearly noticed.
“I’ll skip the small talk pleasantries and cut to what I already know,” she opened the file to reveal dozens of printouts of CCTV screenshots-all of them featuring a certain blonde snoop breaking into various points of the building. “Two weeks ago, we recorded another break in from this particular girl. This is one of-five, I believe? Each time, nothing is stolen, vandalized, or damaged. We simply began shaking it off.”
Poker face. C’mon, don’t break the poker face.
“Shaking it off, that is, until somebody tipped us off to some of the things being posted on a certain Twitter account..I see you know what I’m talking about?”
FUCK. She must have been wearing the distress on her face.
“Somebody is...slandering? Is that what you brought me in for?” The girl tried to remain collected.
“Slandering would be putting it mildly, Miss Olson.”
’Miss Olson’ Adrianne scoffed. Up yours, bitch. We’re literally the same age.
“I think the proper term would be ‘PR disaster’.” Hannah continued, “It’s not exactly great press when the first thing anybody sees when googling ‘LlamTech’ is the frantic Twitter feed of some girl raving about how we’re some sort of evil corporation making Frankenstein monsters in the basement!”
We make missiles, but go off
“As I understand it, this ‘AshleyInvestigates’ page-run by one ‘Ashley Hamrick’-fancies itself as a sort of guerrilla journalism blog. A misguided attempt to expose corruption and crime to the public,” the director looked up from her papers. She had clearly rehearsed this. “Are you familiar with that name at all, Miss Olson?”
“I mean, we went to high school together? I haven’t really spoken to her in a few years.”
Hannah bared a smile-one that said ‘I had a feeling you’d say that’. She brandished printouts of the photos Ashley had posted of the operating tables-in all their blood stained glory.
“You’ve been here long enough to know the sensitivity of all the things we do here, Miss Olson. Surely you understand that the great strides the company has made have not been without sacrifice?”
Adrianne nodded complacently.
“That said, you can see how photos like these look to the general public? Medical testing is a bloody procedure-one that people are best left detached from once the final product hits the market. People don’t exactly like seeing that a well known corporation has facilities that look like a horror movie in the lower levels. Have you seen our share price this morning?”
“Can’t say I really follow it. Look, Hannah, I’m just a programmer at the end of the day. I don’t know what this Ashley’s MO is with you guys. Whatever yo-“
“Explain why your badge was used to enter the building two weeks ago.”
Ashley, you fucking idiot.
Adrianne let the silence hang for an uncomfortable moment. Hannah simply glared-knowing the cards she was holding.
“It seems to me, Miss Olson, that you might very well be a little more in touch with Miss Hamrick than you’re letting on. Tell me, were you aware of just how often she was breaking into our facilities? Of revealing pertinent research to the world?”
“I-um.. Hannah, I can assure you I haven’t condoned what she’s been doing in any way. I’m grateful to have the job I have and wouldn’t want to jeopardize that! I’m just her friend-I can’t tell her wha-“
“Oh, now you’re her friend! Moments ago, you said you hadn’t spoken in years. Silly me.”
It didn’t take any interrogation tells at this point-Adrianne’s discomfort was quite visible. With herself, Ashley, and her job all under the microscope, it was hard not to sweat a few beads before the director. She made her way out of the chair, hoping to shuffle this uncomfortable conversation to another time.
The problem was, she appeared to be unable to leave her seat.
“I’m afraid this little chat is going to extend into the afternoon, Adrianne.”
Oh, NOW we’re dropping the ‘Miss Olson’ crap.
While she was nervously dodging questions, the girl had failed to notice a thin metal band working its way around her torso-the first line of restraints that she would be dealing with this evening. She tried to pull herself out of the chair-to no success.
A pause.
“Hannah. What the fuck is going on here?”
Hannah Wilko’s hand reached under the desk, apparently flipping several switches. That damn Cheshire Cat smile never left her face.
“No, I don’t believe we’ve even scratched the surface of how much contact you’ve had with our blondie saboteur.”
Much thicker metal clamps came into play this time-wrapping around her wrists and ankles. The humming of dozens of servo motors within the chair suggested that this was hardly the last of the punishment she would be seeing. Adrianne remained resolute, however. If Ashley was on the verge of revealing some of LlamTech’s more sensitive research, she didn’t want either of them to be implicated. The way the situation was progressing, Ash might have really kicked the wrong hornet’s nest.
Her employer had a nasty habit of making people fall off the radar.
“You were one of the lead designers for the IG drones, weren’t you? Then I’m sure you understand why I’m having to do this.” The director cooed as she leaned back in her plush chair, watching her prey struggle with the restraints.
“Hannah-this is fucking insane. You can’t just tie up and interrogate empl-mmhhppggggghhhhhh!?”
Like two hands clasping together, the chair presented its newest addition-an inch and a half thick steel muzzle. The very arms of the chair appeared to tighten in on her torso, like some sort of robotic bear hug.
The director paused and held up a finger as Post Malone’s Sunflower rang from inside her desk.
Phone call. Of course.
“If you please Miss Olson,” Hannah chided as she tapped the Bluetooth on her left. “LlamTech, this is Wilko.”
Oh, fuck, that grin somehow got bigger.
“Yes m’am!” her eyes shot to her captive. “Per your request, yes. Yes, she’s right here...Yes m’am. I’ll have her ready when you get here.”
Adrianne didn’t have to guess who Hannah had taken that call from-the pep in her voice said everything.
Things were indeed about to get a whole lot worse.
“As much as I would love to wring what you know out of you, it seems you’ve got a much more important audience,” the director stepped over to the wriggling girl in her chair, running a finger along the apparatus gagging her, “One Juliana O’Mara.”
Fucking hell. Adrianne thought. It takes three weeks to get a budget approved by the accounting grunts-but let your friend break in a few weeks ago for some harmless photos and you get a personal interrogation from the CEO..
“Take a look at that muzzle. The hoses affixed to it will be feeding you one of our latest ventures..Just enough to loosen you up.”
“Mmffhhhmmmmm?!”
“Oh, hush. It’s been field tested, I assure you-you’re just getting to try it out before it has that FDA stamp of approval..”
“Whhtthh thhh fhkk rhh yhh ohmm mhmhbtt?!”
“Special chemical compounds, Miss Olson. A little number the CIA commissioned some time ago. You’re about to be fed an entire tank of mix number N73-a muscle relaxant and inhibitor remover, among other things.”
Adrianne cocked her head in concern-was she talking about a sort of..Truth serum?
Her interrogator almost glowed at the spark of recognition in her victim’s eyes. “Oh, so you’re familiar with this project? Crazy, isn’t it? Like something right out of an old spy novel!”
The conversational attitude was immediately dropped at the sound of the door opening behind them. The HR director snapped to attention-a sycophantic glee washing over her.
Adrianne didn’t have to look behind her to know who was here. Some people have a presence that warps the feel of a room-a gravitational pull, almost.
Juliana O’Mara was an event horizon.
“Miss O’Mara!”
“Wilko. Delightful, as always.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out why people backed down to the pink-haired CEO. That voice was like a velvet revolver. Luxurious and smooth, but liable to put a hole in your head at any moment.
Hannah circled the chair to inspect the restraints holding Adrianne in place-being sure to tug each little strap to ensure they weren’t about to be disturbed.
“We were just discussing the time table for this evening! I’ve already prepared th-“
“Yes, thank you, Wilko. Please, have a seat.” O’Mara waited for the director to get out of the way before turning her full attention to Adrianne.
Holy shit, holding the CEO’s attention really WAS like staring down the barrel of a gun.
“Miss Adrianne Olson-what a delight it is to finally meet you! I must say, your work with LlamTech continues to be such an important pillar of what we do.” She scanned the predicament of the captured programmer. “And yet, I am disappointed to hear of the company you’ve been keeping in your personal life..”
“Mhhh kkhhhn eexxhpmhhhh!”
“‘You can explain?’”O’Mara chuckled playfully, “Yes, you’ll be doing quite a lot of that. The gas you’ve been so fortunate to try out will be sure of that.”
Her nails-talons, really-tapped the tank to the side of the chair.
“After about thirty minutes of exposure, you’ll find yourself in a nearly vegetative state,” She took notice of Adrianne’s panicked expression, “Oh, don’t worry, gorgeous! It’s only temporary.”
The soft hiss of a valve opening ushered in cloud of gas filling the muzzle.
“During that time, you’ll find yourself feeling a whole lot more...Talkative..From there, I’m sure we can discuss everything Miss Ashley has seen at length. I’m sure you’ll find your job will be far safer if you cooperate. You see, your friend is starting to step into territory people aren’t meant to see. Human testing is such a taboo these days, especially with the unwilling.”
“Hmmm thhmmmhgg?!”
“Oh, dear, did I say that out loud?” O’Mara exchanged a look with Wilko-and that damn grin grew more sinister than Adrianne would have liked. “I suppose it can’t be helped. I’m sure Miss Wilko has explained the necessity of sacrifice? Of being willing to tread where others won’t?”
She brushed a bit of that vibrant pink hair behind her ear.
“Suppose LlamTech did receive shipments of prisoners every week. And suppose we did use said prisoners to push the human body to its very limits-to test the boundaries of medicine, AI, and the mind itself! Suppose, Adrianne, we did make sacrifices in the name of science?”
O’Mara squatted before her prisoner. “What could you even do? Why undo all the good that research will do for millions of people?”
She stood back up to her full height and leaned against Wilko’s desk, watching Adrianne slowly lull into a trance from the fumes.
“Your friend, Ashley. You. The whole world. You all simply don’t understand that. You don’t want to accept it. You just want to reap the rewards of progress-without ever understanding the cost that comes with it.”
What the fuck was she hearing?!
“Let’s say, hypothetically speaking, that Miss Ashley Hamrick has stumbled upon a little pet project that a few foreign militaries have asked us at LlamTech to piece together. That, hypothetically, those images are showing the aftermath of some genetic modification we’ve been working on.”
Adrianne’s brow furrowed in disbelief. Sure, she questioned the ethics of her company’s research now and again-but cutting up actual fucking human beings?
“Super soldiers. Ordinary people brought to us and simply loaded with the finest cybernetics and bodily augmentation we can provide.” O’Mara bared her proverbial fangs. “Simply put, suppose we created the absolute pinnacle of evolution and shipped it out to whoever is willing to pay.”
The CEO leaned toward Adrianne-far closer than most people would ever be allowed to get.
“If the public knew what we were doing, we would be ruined. Your friend Ashley believes that what we do at LlamTech-all our advances, all our progress is evil. But let me tell you this, Miss Olson-I fully understand that our methods are on the wrong end of the moral compass. But there are no other options.”
O’Mara took in the programmer’s glazed-over eyes as the gas took hold.
“We do what we do for the good of humanity.”
The fog started to suffocate Adrianne’s brain as she fought the urge to slumber. Fortunately, Wilko fastened yet another strap from the headrest to the girl’s forehead-keeping it from dropping to sleep.
“Whyhhh...whyyhh rhh yhh thhllnn mhhh..ahhll thhhshh?...”
The CEO’s hearty laugh filled the room.
“Why am I telling you all this? Miss Wilko-it appears you didn’t tell her!” O’Maras hand cupped Adrianne’s muzzled face. “That gas is far more than just a sort of truth serum! Think of it as a night out on Sixth Street in a canister! First comes the looseness. Then, the room starts to spin. Next thing you know, you’re passing out on the floor”
She snapped her fingers.
“The next morning, you’ll wake up wondering ‘what on earth did I get up to last night?’”
“You won’t remember a thing!” Wilko cheerfully added, “It’ll be like that flashy thing from ‘Men in Black’!”
O’Mara gritted her teeth amidst her gentle smile-an expression that shot over to the director with an air of did I ASK for you to add to my fucking monologue?
Wilko, unsurprisingly, shirked back like a scolded dog.
Adrianne couldn’t care less about whipped subordinates as the edges of her vision began to blur. The hiss of the gas valve became more high pitched as the tank slowly emptied out. In a few moments, she wouldn’t be able to hold her tongue. What’s worse is that she wasn’t going to remember even doing it.
Juliana O’Mara leaned against the desk once more as Wilko removed the gas mask/muzzle combination.
“Now then, Miss Olson-“ she commanded, “Why don’t you start with where we can find this Ashley Hamrick for a little chat?”
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I always love when you do these. Great work mate, particularly enjoyed all these new angles LlamTech is exploring with their research. They have a rep to maintain in both the criminal underworld and in public after all. I have a feeling once Ash gets dragged in things may get even worse.
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Thank ya! Oh, just wait until the high end robots get unleashed.
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Poor Adrianne. Maybe she should learn not to work for an evil corporation that has a habit of devising contraptions for making people disappear.
Really like her professional outfit here
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But who can say ‘no’ to that dental plan!
What can I say, ScottGrisham is rubbing off on me
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Employee reviews are getting really strict these days.
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If you think that’s bad, you should see the exit interviews!
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Surely you of all people understand the necessity of a damsel getting tightly trussed up and gagged in the name of science!
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Very nice! Ive always liked the idea of restraints slowly applying themselves to a victim but could never really figure out a scenario where that might work.
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Thanks! The old Lois Lane clamp chairs were always a favorite of mine
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Lois Lane clamp chairs?
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