Gor watched with a dispassionate gaze as one of his workers in the office frantically dug their nails into their face and scalp, flinging droplets of blood across the room. The sound of fingernails on skin echoes sickeningly off the walls, filling the room with a discordant symphony of pain and suffering. The worker writhes on the floor for a few moments before going still, joining the other three motionless bodies that lie in various positions around the room. They contorted their faces in agonizing expressions of pain. A sickly sweet smell fills the air, a combination of sweat, blood, and something more sinister.
Gor's gaze shifts to the cracked mirror, which is barely visible in the darkness. The walls are painted with a dull, gray color, barely distinguishable in the dim light. The window is shrouded by thick blinds that block out any starlight that might have filtered through. The only illumination comes from a few flickering fluorescent lights overhead. Gor is looking at the distorted image of himself. “Mister Globb, is this what an average person looks like?”
“Sorry sir, my name is Davis.”
“Hm, no.” Gor takes a step back and nearly trips on a body slumped on the ground. “You’re Mister Globb now.”
“Very well, sir,” Davis - now Mister Globb - replied with a slight nod. Gor turned his attention back to the mirror, admiring his new body. “I can get used to this,” he muttered under his breath.
Mister Globb nods, “Understood, sir. I’ll send out a message to our agents and start setting up recruitment drives.”
“Excellent. And let’s keep up with the upgrades to the Datatrons.
We need to stay ahead of the game.”Gor turned away from the mirror.
Vexar pulls himself out of a shadow. “For the empire, I presume?” Vexar was a sinister figure, his ash-colored armor seeming to cast a shadow over him. Despite his armor, he appeared to be almost skeletal, his gaunt features set in a permanent scowl. As he spoke to Gor, his voice was low and menacing, like the hiss of a snake.
Gor jumps at his sudden appearance. “Geez! Yes, of course, for the empire. We need more soldiers to bolster our ranks and ensure our success."
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Vexar nods in agreement. “I will begin setting up the supply line for the conversion process immediately.”
Gor straightens up and clears his throat. “Improve that process. These here, were able to fight the whispers.”
Vexar nods, “Understood. I will make the necessary adjustments.” “Mister Globb,” Gor addresses his assistant before exiting the office and making his way to the expansive factory floor along with Vexar. In the center of the room stood a motionless Datatron, a stark reminder of their ongoing mission.
The factory hummed with activity as Gor strode purposefully toward the motionless Datatron standing in the center of the room. Mister Globb trailed a few steps behind, shuffling through stacks of papers on his clipboard.
Gor approached the Datatron and inspected it, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a flicker of movement in its robotic limbs. “Mister Globb,” he called out, “Ensure the upgrades are going as planned.”
The Datatron’s cavity suddenly opened with a sharp metallic clang, and a long tendril shot out, lashing onto the arm of a nearby woman. She tried to scream, but the tendril pulled her in too quickly, and the cavity snapped shut with a sickening finality. Gor watched with a cold detachment, almost as if this were an expected occurrence.
Gor turns to Mister Globb with an icy stare. “Dump the robot. It can still be of use,” he says in a firm and commanding tone.
“And Miss Harris?” Mister Globb asks, his eyes swelling with tears.
“She worked in HR,” he manages to say, his voice cracking with emotion.
He clutches his head in agony as if he was being attacked from the inside.
“I don’t care about Miss Harris. Our mission is more important,” Gor said, his voice devoid of any sympathy. “Now do as I say. Dump the robot somewhere that they can find it.”
Vexar hesitates for a moment before speaking, his voice low and serious. “We must exercise caution in our actions. We don’t want to attract unwanted attention to our cause,” he warns.
Gor has made up his mind. “I will drag Mintaro into the light,” he declares, his eyes flashing with determination.
Vexar nods, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Very well, but we must make sure we have everything in place before making any moves. One wrong step could cost us everything.”
Gor glares at Vexar, but then nods in agreement. “You’re right. We need to be calculated in our actions.” He turns to Mister Globb. “Get those upgrades done quickly and keep recruiting new members. We need to have enough soldiers to carry out our plans.”
Mister Globb nods, wiping away his tears. “Yes, sir. I’ll get on it right away.”