Pink Predilection

Manicured fingernails tapped the screen on the pink Torchwood to close the article. Hove had really screwed up this time and she was going to let him know that he did. There was going to be none of his fast talk or back peddling this time. If she didn’t recover the two neo humans, Demiourgos would lose billions in research and development as well as the prototype clones. She knew what they could do, what they could cause. She would have to either set up a team from Demiourgos to recover them or recruit external assets from outside the corporation. Neither of the choices she ran through was suitable for her.

It would have been best if her Project Manager had worked with the Head of Research and Development instead of creating a hostile work environment with Lucas Fir causing one of her most brilliant assets to turn into a liability. Still, there was a possibility in turning her former Head of Research into a different kind of asset. She’d have to spin the sales pitch to the damaged Lucas Fir after he had recovered from the implant surgery.

She quickly tapped on the Torchwood and brought up the medical chart on Lucas Fir. His eyes and tongue were removed when the neo humans were set free by the infiltrator. The spine was tore up and sliced effectively turning the body that housed Lucas Fir’s brilliant mind into nothing more than a meat sack. The man was crippled and from the bottom line, it was going to cost more than the proverbial six million to put him back together into a usable asset. Even if Fir’s consciousness were downloaded into a virtual brain box, the cost was going to exceed ten million. It would be better for Demiourgos to have him walking around again though. It was better for morale.

A frown passed through her face causing her lips to pout slightly. Hitting another icon on the Torchwood, the screen coalesced into a chromed mirror. Angling the mirror up, she checked her lips, as pink as the Torchwood’s cover. They were full and looked moist. That worked for her. It was a powerful and subtle tool that she used to her advantage.

The pink frames on her glasses stood out against her face giving her an academic, almost businesslike look. This worked for her as well because most of her underlings who though with their dicks wanted the fantasy of the sex kitten hidden deep within the folds of the bookish number crunching geektress that she appeared to be. She also found that it had an equally disturbing effect on her female underlings as well. Some took her for granted; others just wanted to take her.

A custom piece of code that the woman had embedded in the Demiourgos chat feeds delivered the various feeds directly to her Torchwood. The woman thumbed the matriphone again and launched the code. The feed was instantly pushed to her without the knowledge of the two users.

2318-00091023 DGReyLinC: She’s got real DSL’s

1902-00400529 InvDia623: Yeah, she sure does. And Holy Jeebus, huge tracts of land!

2318-00091023 DGReyLinC: ZoZo’s got nothing on her, man.

1902-00400529 InvDia623: [WO]man, actually.

2318-00091023 DGReyLinC: Oh. Sorry

1902-00400529 InvDia623: Hakuna Matata M8. GNDN, you know?

2318-00091023 DGReyLinC: Yeah, cool. Thx.

1902-00400529 InvDia623: We all gotta eat, right?

Instinctively, the frown on the woman’s face increased. She brought up another app on the Torchwood and pulled up the chatter’s profiles. DGReyLinC served under her as a minor programmer in the Lexicon Grid. He was a resource that was easy to come by and not a great asset. His performance reviews hadn’t shown anything promising in the last quarter. DGReyLinC was right though, her lips were gorgeous; she had engineered them herself.

InvDia623 was another console cowgirl who was responsible for routing the traffic and incoming calls for the Plaza Level where the Corporate Apartments were. She was also declining in her productivity and could easily be replaced by a CGI subroutine.

The woman brought up a new app on the Torchwood and rifled off several memos. She knew that within minutes DGReyLinC would have to explain why suddenly his and his wife’s credit had been revoked, IRA holdings and Stock Options that they had worked so hard for after the last decade had suddenly vanished off the face of the Earth, and how it truly wasn’t him in the digital stills partying with the latest iteration of the ZoZo Bubblegum Girls that was sent to his wife’s message box.

Much the same was in store for InvDia623. Except that for her life partner, a series of warrants were put out for InvDia623 with suspicion of intent to distribute as well as several secured emails and transactions documenting her money laundering and embezzlement from Demiourgos for the past five years.

The woman smiled as she sent the last of her instructions. In the span of 15 minutes, she had cut a total of $150,000 from the bottom line for this quarter. It was really a pittance in the grand scheme of things, but every last dollar counted when trying to keep certain projects from leaking out to the competitors.

Projects being leaked out brought her back to thinking about Joseph Hove and his supreme ineptitude. The press team he put together did a decent job, but the Salicur City Police Department wasn’t going to buy the story for long. People were going to start talking. It was only going to be a matter of time before Alexander Samson was going to start finding the trail back to Demiourgos.

Hove needed to take point on this operation, but she felt that he had already lost his power. She was going to have to take it over and spin the release of information into a skein that could be both believable and removed Demiourgos from the investigation. She had a connection, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that Judas Blue was insane.