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Mister minations at 22:58, 7 January 2021

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	My pussy now exposed, I turn back around, hands reaching down, fingers just barely touching the pubic hairs. My hands delicately trace the edges of my highly advanced vaginal unit, barely caressing it. I let loose a soft sigh and, having completed the initial round of teasing, present my magnum opus to what is hopefully soon to be a future loyal customer.		My pussy now exposed, I turn back around, hands reaching down, fingers just barely touching the pubic hairs. My hands delicately trace the edges of my highly advanced vaginal unit, barely caressing it. I let loose a soft sigh and, having completed the initial round of teasing, present my magnum opus to what is hopefully soon to be a future loyal customer.

	I wasn't expecting any highly experienced foreplay, but I was surprised as how rough and mechanical her movements were. I mean, sure, she was moving jerkily before, but her fingers had much less coordination than I thought. They fumbled around clumsily, roughly grabbing my folds with their hard, unyielding ~~edges~~. It was like she was trying to drive her digits in as far as possible, occasionally spazzing out and completely missing their mark as they hit something sensitive. Because of her hard, almost painful probing, I was quite grateful that my development team managed to dramatically increase the durability of the current SynGina model, though I couldn't help but give a little cough to try and end the awkward moment.		I wasn't expecting any highly experienced foreplay, but I was surprised as how rough and mechanical her movements were. I mean, sure, she was moving jerkily before, but her fingers had much less coordination than I thought. I don't think I saw her fingernails before this, but I could definitely feel something with rigid edges find its way inside. They fumbled around clumsily, roughly grabbing my folds with their hard, unyielding points. It was like she was trying to drive her digits in as far as possible, occasionally spazzing out and completely missing their mark as they hit something sensitive. Because of her hard, almost painful probing, I was quite grateful that my development team managed to dramatically increase the durability of the current SynGina model, though I couldn't help but give a little cough to try and end the awkward moment.

	Thankfully, she took the hint and stopped her prodding. She took a step back and glanced down at her own crotch. I mean, it was clear that she didn't have anything down there, so it's natural that she would be curious.		Thankfully, she took the hint and stopped her prodding. She took a step back and glanced down at her own crotch. I mean, it was clear that she didn't have anything down there, so it's natural that she would be curious.
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	"As you can see, when it comes to lesbotic stimulation, the Dyson Institute is simply unmatched. No competitor can even come close to matching our level of female sexual experiences. Now, if you--"		"As you can see, when it comes to lesbotic stimulation, the Dyson Institute is simply unmatched. No competitor can even come close to matching our level of female sexual experiences. Now, if you--"

	Suddenly, I twitch. That was unusual. I mean, I'm still panting a bit after my masturbation demonstration, but that's common. The twitch though, that seemed a bit...off.		Suddenly, I twitch.

			That was unusual. I mean, I'm still panting a bit after my masturbation demonstration, but that's common. The twitch though, that seemed a bit...off.

	I try to play it off.		I try to play it off.
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	Another twitch.		Another twitch.

			My pussy kept convulsing at random, the movements of its artificial musculature nearly overwhelming my mind with simulated erotic stimulation. I try to override it manually, but my body is shuddering too hard for me to maintain any coordination. The best I can do is grab my breasts with my free hand to steady their rapid rippling motions as I try to keep calm.

	"I---I---I--"		"I---I---I--"
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	[WARNING: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION AT 91.4%, UNABLE TO KILL BACKGROUND PROCESSES]		[WARNING: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION AT 91.4%, UNABLE TO KILL BACKGROUND PROCESSES]

	~~I s-s-shouldn~~'t ~~be at this level of~~--		Shit! My processor isn't rated to run that high! If it gets any higher--

	[WARNING: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION AT 94.8%, UNABLE TO KILL BACKGROUND PROGRAMS]		[WARNING: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION AT 94.8%, UNABLE TO KILL BACKGROUND PROGRAMS]

	I-I-I a-a-assure you, this i-i-is-s-s all-l-l under-r-r c-c-c--		Smoke starts to seep from hidden seams across my body, and my abdominal panel forces itself open, revealing a catastrophic wave of flashing red lights and sparking electronics. I see my client start to back away. I try to smile, to play it off.

			"I-I-I a-a-assure you, this i-i-is-s-s all-l-l under-r-r c-c-c--"

	[ERROR: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION ABOVE RECOMMENDED LEVELS, INITIATING SHUTDOWN...]		[ERROR: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION ABOVE RECOMMENDED LEVELS, INITIATING SHUTDOWN...]

	~~Shit~~, I-I-I ~~n-n-need~~ to contact ~~R-R--~~		A massive surge erupts from my abdominal cavity, sending white-hot sparks flying everywhere. It's a wonder that I don't combust on the spot. I'd thank the engineering team for their fire suppression advancements, but, frankly, this doesn't seem like the time.

			As it stands, I can't. Succumbing to the malfunction, I fall to the ground as I lose my remaining control over my limbs. In a last-ditch effort, I try to remotely contact Rebecca, only to find my wireless connection, of course, disabled.

	[ERROR: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION ABOVE RECOMMENDED LEVELS, SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE FAILED, INSUFFICIENT PRIVILEGES]		[ERROR: PROCESSOR UTILIZATION ABOVE RECOMMENDED LEVELS, SHUTDOWN SEQUENCE FAILED, INSUFFICIENT PRIVILEGES]
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	"Oh for fuck's sake, quit your whining, you fucking prude! Doctor Dyson, world-renowned first-rate beauty and purveyor of all things sexual? Of course that was going to work! If you actually bothered sticking your dick somewhere other than your hand, we'd probably stop making fun of you!"		"Oh for fuck's sake, quit your whining, you fucking prude! Doctor Dyson, world-renowned first-rate beauty and purveyor of all things sexual? Of course that was going to work! If you actually bothered sticking your dick somewhere other than your hand, we'd probably stop making fun of you!"

	This outburst elicited smirks and barely ~~supressed~~ chortles from almost every worker in the room, human and otherwise.		This outburst elicited smirks and barely suppressed chortles from almost every worker in the room, human and otherwise.

			"First of all, we kidnapped a powerful CEO with nothing but an SD card stuck in her vagina. That should not have worked. It was sheer dumb luck that she just happened to have an SD port down there.

			"Secondly, I didn't even want to do that! I do not understand why our asinine asshole of a boss insists on her needless poetic drama. If it were up to me, I 'd just toss an EMP and be done with it.

	"First of all, that still sounds stupid when you actually say it out loud. Second, that particular piece of idiocy was our asshole of a boss and her asinine insistence on needless poetic drama. If it were up to me, I 'd just shoot their CEO with an EMP. Thirdly, is--"		"Thirdly, is--"

	"I must remind you that our boss likes to listen in on our conversations. I would advise ~~you all~~ recant your earlier...inaccuracies before you get in trouble."		"I must remind you that our boss likes to listen in on our conversations. I would advise everyone present to recant your earlier...inaccuracies before you get in trouble."

	Xavier sighed. The previously happy-go-lucky technician froze and buried her face in her terminal. The other technicians and employees all huddled close to their monitors as well, leaving only Xavier standing.		Xavier sighed angrily. The previously happy-go-lucky technician froze and buried her face in her terminal. The other technicians and employees all huddled close to their monitors as well, leaving only Xavier standing.

	"Our very nice and intelligent boss, who I--"		"Our very nice and intelligent boss, who I--"
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	There is a small pause, then a chuckle.		There is a small pause, then a chuckle.

	"~~The~~ Snayperskya Prototype Model 4.01-a is currently in stable condition. It performed admirably and well within expected parameters. However, the ~~auxillary~~ vocal interpretation and mapping software we installed resulted in more CPU utilization than expected, and I have elected to permit her rest for the remainder of our ~~drive~~."		"Snayperskya Prototype Model 4.01-a is currently in stable condition. It performed admirably and well within expected parameters. However, the auxiliary vocal interpretation and mapping software we installed resulted in more CPU utilization than expected, and I have elected to permit her rest for the remainder of our return trip."

	"Yes, yes, but is she okay?"		"Yes, yes, but is she okay?"
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	There is a pause.		There is a pause.

	~~The~~ pause ~~grows longer~~.		There is a longer pause.

	The pause gets ~~uncomfortably long~~.		The is a longer pause that gets uncomfortable.

	"...Xavier?"		"...Xavier?"
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	"She is recharging and organizing her cached memory. As I was saying, if you wish to speak personally, I can connect you. It has been a long day for her, and she would be more than happy to speak with a close acquaintance. As a matter of fact, she has been eavesdropping and is currently moving to intercept the call. I am going to put her--"		"She is recharging and organizing her cached memory. As I was saying, if you wish to speak personally, I can connect you. It has been a long day for her, and she would be more than happy to speak with a close acquaintance. As a matter of fact, she has been eavesdropping and is currently moving to intercept the call. I am going to put her--"

	"Shit, change of plans. ~~Our boss~~ is coming over."		"Shit, change of plans. Boss lady is coming over."

	A small laugh sounds from the phone speaker. "Oh, the serendipity of prior obligations. I will enjoy hearing the exact method you chose to explain your insubordination. I ~~live for~~ our little chats, so do try to survive."		A small laugh sounds from the phone speaker. "Oh, the serendipity of prior obligations. I will enjoy hearing the exact method you chose to explain your insubordination. I enjoy our little chats, so do try to survive."

	With that, there is a click, and the line goes dead.		With that, there is a click, and the line goes dead.

	Not a moment had passed before something loudly thunders over to the office. High heels are usually meant for dainty, formal events, but the fast-approaching abomination managed to make their approach a knell of impending doom regardless. A figure appeared in the door. A pretty face and a voluptuous body may present the veneer of a beautiful woman, but ~~her~~ expression of pure rage and ridiculously impractical disaster of a fashion statement ~~was~~ the perfect picture of malice.		Not a moment had passed before something loudly thunders over to the office. High heels are usually meant for dainty, formal events, but the fast-approaching abomination managed to make their approach a knell of impending doom regardless. A figure appeared in the door. A pretty face and a voluptuous body may present the veneer of a beautiful woman, but an expression of pure rage and ridiculously impractical disaster of a fashion statement is the perfect picture of malice.

	As she took in a deep breath in preparation of what would surely be an hour of screams, lectures, and more screams, Xavier only had one thought regarding his ~~soon~~-~~to-be ruined afternoon~~.		As she took in a deep breath in preparation of what would surely be an hour of screams, lectures, and more screams, Xavier only had one thought regarding his ill-fated future.

	"Well, fuck me, I guess."		"Well, fuck me, I guess."

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Mister minations at 22:24, 7 January 2021

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	Upon closer examination, it seemed that she was talking into an integrated headset. The protrusion had extended into an antennae, and there was a strange series of beeps and clicks as she continued to look out the window. It was a lot like the way she was speaking before, though without any trace of spoken language, only a series of unintelligible noises.		Upon closer examination, it seemed that she was talking into an integrated headset. The protrusion had extended into an antennae, and there was a strange series of beeps and clicks as she continued to look out the window. It was a lot like the way she was speaking before, though without any trace of spoken language, only a series of unintelligible noises.

	~~[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"\|alt=\|600x600px]]~~

	No, not unintelligible.		No, not unintelligible.
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	Regardless, in her malfunctioning state, Doctor Dyson still couldn't understand the exact sequence of beeps and clicks. However, it didn't really matter. Their meaning would soon become clear.		Regardless, in her malfunctioning state, Doctor Dyson still couldn't understand the exact sequence of beeps and clicks. However, it didn't really matter. Their meaning would soon become clear.

			[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"\|alt=\|600x600px]]

	Something outside must have happened, as she nodded and closed the blinds. Opening up a hidden hatch in her leg, she retrieved a length of long, sturdy rope. In a single swift motion, she wrapped Elaine's now completely unresponsive body in a neat little package. Throwing her prize over her shoulder, she opened the window and began climbing down, somehow clinging to the completely flat, featureless exterior of the Dyson Headquarters.		Something outside must have happened, as she nodded and closed the blinds. Opening up a hidden hatch in her leg, she retrieved a length of long, sturdy rope. In a single swift motion, she wrapped Elaine's now completely unresponsive body in a neat little package. Throwing her prize over her shoulder, she opened the window and began climbing down, somehow clinging to the completely flat, featureless exterior of the Dyson Headquarters.

Mister minations at 22:23, 7 January 2021

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	While as she tried desperately to control her flailing systems, the figure got up and glided over to the door, locking it, then wedging one of the office chairs under the handle. In another series of neatly guided motions, she repositioned some of the clutter the good doctor created in her undignified meltdown. Next, came the windows. They were closed long before the meeting started, obviously for privacy reasons. Regardless, the lithe figure touched a sort of protrusion from the side of her head as she slightly lifted the blinds.		While as she tried desperately to control her flailing systems, the figure got up and glided over to the door, locking it, then wedging one of the office chairs under the handle. In another series of neatly guided motions, she repositioned some of the clutter the good doctor created in her undignified meltdown. Next, came the windows. They were closed long before the meeting started, obviously for privacy reasons. Regardless, the lithe figure touched a sort of protrusion from the side of her head as she slightly lifted the blinds.

			Upon closer examination, it seemed that she was talking into an integrated headset. The protrusion had extended into an antennae, and there was a strange series of beeps and clicks as she continued to look out the window. It was a lot like the way she was speaking before, though without any trace of spoken language, only a series of unintelligible noises.

	[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"\|alt=\|600x600px]]		[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"\|alt=\|600x600px]]
	Upon closer examination, it seemed that she was talking into an integrated headset. The protrusion had extended into an antennae, and there was a strange series of beeps and clicks as she continued to look out the window. It was a lot like the way she was speaking before, though without any trace of spoken language, only a series of unintelligible noises.

	No, not unintelligible.		No, not unintelligible.

Mister minations at 04:18, 7 January 2021

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	While as she tried desperately to control her flailing systems, the figure got up and glided over to the door, locking it, then wedging one of the office chairs under the handle. In another series of neatly guided motions, she repositioned some of the clutter the good doctor created in her undignified meltdown. Next, came the windows. They were closed long before the meeting started, obviously for privacy reasons. Regardless, the lithe figure touched a sort of protrusion from the side of her head as she slightly lifted the blinds.		While as she tried desperately to control her flailing systems, the figure got up and glided over to the door, locking it, then wedging one of the office chairs under the handle. In another series of neatly guided motions, she repositioned some of the clutter the good doctor created in her undignified meltdown. Next, came the windows. They were closed long before the meeting started, obviously for privacy reasons. Regardless, the lithe figure touched a sort of protrusion from the side of her head as she slightly lifted the blinds.

			[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"\|alt=\|600x600px]]
	Upon closer examination, it seemed that she was talking into an integrated headset. The protrusion had extended into an antennae, and there was a strange series of beeps and clicks as she continued to look out the window. It was a lot like the way she was speaking before, though without any trace of spoken language, only a series of unintelligible noises.		Upon closer examination, it seemed that she was talking into an integrated headset. The protrusion had extended into an antennae, and there was a strange series of beeps and clicks as she continued to look out the window. It was a lot like the way she was speaking before, though without any trace of spoken language, only a series of unintelligible noises.

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	Something outside must have happened, as she nodded and closed the blinds. Opening up a hidden hatch in her leg, she retrieved a length of long, sturdy rope. In a single swift motion, she wrapped Elaine's now completely unresponsive body in a neat little package. Throwing her prize over her shoulder, she opened the window and began climbing down, somehow clinging to the completely flat, featureless exterior of the Dyson Headquarters.		Something outside must have happened, as she nodded and closed the blinds. Opening up a hidden hatch in her leg, she retrieved a length of long, sturdy rope. In a single swift motion, she wrapped Elaine's now completely unresponsive body in a neat little package. Throwing her prize over her shoulder, she opened the window and began climbing down, somehow clinging to the completely flat, featureless exterior of the Dyson Headquarters.

	~~[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"]]~~
	This was no living mannequin, Elaine was starting to realize.		This was no living mannequin, Elaine was starting to realize.

Mister minations at 04:14, 7 January 2021

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	Something outside must have happened, as she nodded and closed the blinds. Opening up a hidden hatch in her leg, she retrieved a length of long, sturdy rope. In a single swift motion, she wrapped Elaine's now completely unresponsive body in a neat little package. Throwing her prize over her shoulder, she opened the window and began climbing down, somehow clinging to the completely flat, featureless exterior of the Dyson Headquarters.		Something outside must have happened, as she nodded and closed the blinds. Opening up a hidden hatch in her leg, she retrieved a length of long, sturdy rope. In a single swift motion, she wrapped Elaine's now completely unresponsive body in a neat little package. Throwing her prize over her shoulder, she opened the window and began climbing down, somehow clinging to the completely flat, featureless exterior of the Dyson Headquarters.

			[[File:Unusual corporate espionage 3.png\|thumb\|Act 3 of the story "Unusual Corporate Espionage"]]
	This was no living mannequin, Elaine was starting to realize.		This was no living mannequin, Elaine was starting to realize.

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	This outburst elicited smirks and barely supressed chortles from almost every worker in the room, human and otherwise.		This outburst elicited smirks and barely supressed chortles from almost every worker in the room, human and otherwise.

	"First of all, that still sounds stupid when you actually say it out loud. Second, that particular piece of idiocy was our asshole of a boss and her asinine insistence on ~~something dramatic~~. I ~~was~~ just ~~going to~~ shoot ~~the Dyson~~ CEO with ~~a silenced sniper rifle~~. Thirdly, is--"		"First of all, that still sounds stupid when you actually say it out loud. Second, that particular piece of idiocy was our asshole of a boss and her asinine insistence on needless poetic drama. If it were up to me, I 'd just shoot their CEO with an EMP. Thirdly, is--"

	"I must remind you that our boss likes to listen in on our conversations. I would advise you all recant your earlier...inaccuracies before you get in trouble."		"I must remind you that our boss likes to listen in on our conversations. I would advise you all recant your earlier...inaccuracies before you get in trouble."

Mister minations at 07:44, 5 January 2021

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	She gestured at her crotch. "You want to give it a go? Or, perhaps, do you need some additional, shall we say, encouragement?" Elaine gave Rebecca a playful wink.		She gestured at her crotch. "You want to give it a go? Or, perhaps, do you need some additional, shall we say, encouragement?" Elaine gave Rebecca a playful wink.

	Though understandably horny, Rebecca turned down the offer. "Sorry, Elaine. I was just here to inform you that the 11:00 client has arrived. She's been using the synthetic systems of one of our competitors, and ~~she's~~ really insistent on seeing the differences for herself."		Though understandably horny, Rebecca turned down the offer. "Sorry, Elaine. I was just here to inform you that the 11:00 client has arrived. Not sure how the database didn't alert us to her registration, but evidently it's urgent. She's been using the synthetic systems of one of our competitors, and the poor girl is really insistent on seeing the differences for herself."

	Doctor Dyson stood up. "Well, why didn't you say so? Bring her in. Let's add another lucky woman to our family."		Doctor Dyson stood up. "Well, why didn't you say so? Bring her in. Let's add another lucky woman to our family."
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	As it stands, the woman took quite a while to respond to the little ice-breaker. I could actually hear an increasingly over-taxed fan whine as primitive processors tried to keep up with the obsolete unit's thoughts. Poor thing. I made a mental note to personally oversee her adjustment period after she undoubtedly signs up for a full-body transfer.		As it stands, the woman took quite a while to respond to the little ice-breaker. I could actually hear an increasingly over-taxed fan whine as primitive processors tried to keep up with the obsolete unit's thoughts. Poor thing. I made a mental note to personally oversee her adjustment period after she undoubtedly signs up for a full-body transfer.

	Finally she answered. Honestly, it was a little unsettling to watch her speak since ~~nothing on~~ her face ~~seemed~~ to move. After spending so many years trying to avoid the uncanny valley, I've forgotten how uncomfortable it can really get.		Finally she answered. Honestly, it was a little unsettling to watch her speak since I kept expecting her face to move, only to be greeted with the unyielding stillness of paint and varnish. After spending so many years trying to avoid the uncanny valley, I've forgotten how uncomfortable it can really get.

	"I. Would. Like. New. Body.		"I. Would. Like. New. Body.
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	"How. Good. These."		"How. Good. These."

	Crap, I ~~knew I should've started out~~ with ~~something more interesting.~~		Crap, I forgot to start with our best part!

	"Oh, if that's what you want, then you're in the right place! The SynGina is a piece of proprietary Dyson software that is the pinnacle of lesbotic stimulation. Compared to the human equivalent and even the most highly-rated products of our competitors, the Dyson difference is immense! I assure you, you'll feel the difference immediately."		"Oh, if that's what you want, then you're in the right place! The SynGina is a piece of proprietary Dyson software that is the pinnacle of lesbotic stimulation. Compared to the human equivalent and even the most highly-rated products of our competitors, the Dyson difference is immense! I assure you, you'll feel the difference immediately."
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	"Shit, change of plans. Our boss is coming over."		"Shit, change of plans. Our boss is coming over."

	A small laugh sounds from the phone speaker. "Oh, the serendipity of prior obligations. I will enjoy hearing the exact method you chose to explain your insubordination."		A small laugh sounds from the phone speaker. "Oh, the serendipity of prior obligations. I will enjoy hearing the exact method you chose to explain your insubordination. I live for our little chats, so do try to survive."

	With that, there is a click, and the line goes dead.		With that, there is a click, and the line goes dead.

Mister minations at 07:33, 5 January 2021

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Mister minations at 22:35, 4 January 2021

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-==The Plot Thickens==
+==Dead Drop==
 All throughout Doctor Dyson's meltdown, the mechanical woman was acting strangely passive. While it could've been the slow response times from her comparatively primitive computational suite, there was something...calculating about her current posture. While Doctor Dyson wasn't exactly seeing 20/20, what with her optical sensors failing to send data through a haze of building error prompts, she could've sworn that her client was moving far more gracefully than she had in the past hour or so.
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 This meeting was rigged from the start.
-Nothing else could so easily penetrate the formidable Dyson anti-virus suite. Nothing else could cling to a flat, featureless wall. Nothing else could be so organized as to prepare such a coordinated escape route.
+Nothing else could so easily penetrate the formidable Dyson anti-virus suite. Nothing else could cling so easily to a flat, featureless wall. Nothing else could be so organized as to prepare such a coordinated escape route.
 As if to confirm her suspicions, another figure emerged from the shadows. It gestured to Elaine Dyson's captor, and she climbed down to greet her accomplice. There was a quick exchange of words, and the immobilized body of the once-proud doctor was roughly shoved into the back of a nondescript vehicle.
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 There would be no evidence of the kidnapping.
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	Yep, that's me: Doctor Elaine Dyson, founder and of the Dyson Institute, industry leader of modern robotics, and current owner of one of the most advanced and sophisticated bodies ever developed. ~~[[File:Mister minations - unusual corporate espionage 1a.png\|thumb\|]]~~		[[File:Mister minations - unusual corporate espionage 1a.png\|thumb\|]]
			Yep, that's me: Doctor Elaine Dyson, founder and of the Dyson Institute, industry leader of modern robotics, and current owner of one of the most advanced and sophisticated bodies ever developed.

	Yes, the "advanced and sophisticated" body is currently immobile. I've had my servos disabled, limbs bound, and cables shoved inside my access panel. Everything that could keep a feisty woman like me tied down. Real shame, since I enjoy moving.		Yes, the "advanced and sophisticated" body is currently immobile. I've had my servos disabled, limbs bound, and cables shoved inside my access panel. Everything that could keep a feisty woman like me tied down. Real shame, since I enjoy moving.

Mister minations at 08:12, 4 January 2021

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	~~==Introduction==~~
	Yep, that's me: Doctor Elaine Dyson, founder and of the Dyson Institute, industry leader of modern robotics, and current owner of one of the most advanced and sophisticated bodies ever developed. [[File:Mister minations - unusual corporate espionage 1a.png\|thumb\|]]		Yep, that's me: Doctor Elaine Dyson, founder and of the Dyson Institute, industry leader of modern robotics, and current owner of one of the most advanced and sophisticated bodies ever developed. [[File:Mister minations - unusual corporate espionage 1a.png\|thumb\|]]

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	==The ~~Trick Revealed~~==		==The Plot Thickens==
	All throughout Doctor Dyson's meltdown, the mechanical woman was acting strangely passive. While it could've been the slow response times from her comparatively primitive computational suite, there was something...calculating about her current posture. While Doctor Dyson wasn't exactly seeing 20/20, what with her optical sensors failing to send data through a haze of building error prompts, she could've sworn that her client was moving far more gracefully than she had in the past hour or so.		All throughout Doctor Dyson's meltdown, the mechanical woman was acting strangely passive. While it could've been the slow response times from her comparatively primitive computational suite, there was something...calculating about her current posture. While Doctor Dyson wasn't exactly seeing 20/20, what with her optical sensors failing to send data through a haze of building error prompts, she could've sworn that her client was moving far more gracefully than she had in the past hour or so.