Sharon, known to certain people as Biosensory Replica Unit 003 -- an odd name for a woman but a good clever sounding name for a sophisticated android so well designed that she didn't realize that she wasn't human until she received a recall signal on her 30th birthday -- was busy trying to work out a good course of action. Her disguise was now compromised--the real Yuki Masukawa walked into the building, alerting security to the fact that there was one too many of her. Getting past the blast door that was between Sharon and her sisters would take a lot of work alone, so she decided to get Jim first.
Sharon was pretty good at dodging the security cameras. With a thought, the cameras' fields of vision became highlighted with bright neon-like red cones, and in many places she could just duck here, hug the wall there, and be more or less invisible. The hallway to the clean rooms, though, had three too many cameras, requiring her to find a way around them. She no longer needed an ID card, she could emit the signal of Dr. Hutchinson's card and proably get in anywhere that didn't also require a password, including an Asset Management office right beside her.
InnoDyne was much like other large companies, in that one employee somewhere had an obsessive-compulsive lust for office supplies. Under the pretense of helping the company protect its bottom line from office supply theft, this employee took control over the company's office supplies, in order to indulge in his or her perversion. The money saved in the office supply budget by trying to convince every employee to use plain wooden pencils allowed the supply lord to fill his own desk with expensive pens and pencils of all types, and a lifetime supply of refills at a reassuring arm's reach. Paper, white-out, and erasers were also present in reasurringly large piles of boxes on shelves behind this desk.
Meanwhile, the security guards had realized that the ID badge they had been tracking was not attached to the intruder impersonating Yuki Masukawa, after the elevator reached the second floor and opened, revealing nothing but a card on the floor. They had caught a glimpse of something down at Sublevel 3, so that whole floor was sealed off. Five guards, three armed with .45's and two with 12-gauge shotguns, headed down to Sublevel 3. Two took the elevator, while the others took the stairs.
Sharon was busy unpacking several bottles of white-out from their individual packages, after which she leaped out of the office, hurling opened bottles of correction fluid at the security cameras with pinpoint accuracy. As their lenses were covered with white-out, Sharon was not seen as she headed for the clean rooms. She spotted another camera, and threw another bottle at it.
Finally, she made it to the clean rooms. A few doors led into their own dust-free antistatic environments where sensitive pieces of equipment could be built or maintained. Quickly scanning the windows, as she heard footsteps, voices, and doors being opened not too far behind her, she saw Jim in one of the rooms, sitting in a makeshift prison cell, munching on a cold slice of pizza.
"Jim!" Sharon gasped, running over to him in a big hug.
Though the strange Japanese woman certainly felt nice hugging him --that is, those D cups felt nice under his arm, Jim was more than a little confused. "Who are you?" he asked.
"It's me--Sharon. I'm in disguise. Although I think they're onto me," she said, still using Yuki's voice.
"There's only one way to be sure about that," Jim said, raising two fingers toward the girl's face. She didn't even blink as Jim poked her eyes, and her face split open to reveal the metal and plastic gizmos underneath.
"Satisfied now?" Sharon asked in her normal voice.
Jim closed up Sharon's face and kissed her. "Yeah. You know, I've always had a thing for Asian babes," he said, squeezing her behind.
"Well, that will have to wait. They're coming."
Thu Jun 29 23:56:18 2006