The entire world was a blueprint to her, and she could make anything better. Sometimes she worked on something to change everything, like making faster internet, more discreet forms of communication online, and minimising the amount of room storage took up. Ten whole centimeters, ridiculous. After her, it was less than one, yet would she be remembered for that? Weapon's were necessary, for her, so Neo could keep up in a fight, and took up most of her day, making something stronger, faster, and smaller.

She was most excited about working on simple objects. A toaster that toasted as she liked it, a photocopier that never faced any issues, some robotic toy to spread cheer; it was why she joined the PVP, regardless of how awful every day was.

Vibrations from her 'non-tamperable phone' took her out of her current source of joy, a simple device to scan for life. It's current radius was twelve-point-oh-six meters, but she was hoping to expand.

"Neo here," she said, cringing at how inefficient this device was. Change a few wire's, use a different chip, some more minor changes...

"Laura, receptionist," Laura said, her voice breaking up, despite being in the same building. "Someone's come in, asking for you. He looks a like trouble. Do you want me to ask him to leave?"

A sigh left her lips. "If I thought it'd work. Hold him while I arrive." Standing up, she held out a hand, which a sheet of metal clamped on, followed by more pieces, take the shape of a purple coat. Several weapons were already in their respective pockets, but she grabbed one of her violet veil's off her hat rack, and left her laboratory, triple-checking it's locks.

Their white hallways always worsened her mood. Something like purple would have fit far better, but no, they had to choose white for its 'Professional outlook'. Ridiculous. And pipes were just running along, without any purpose of doing so; that one was for air, another water, and a third in case either's broken. For once, their idea was fine by her, but that execution... They zigged and zagged when they should just go straight, turned a corner too wide, and never mind the low pressure used.

***

When someone came up to her, asking for an autograph, she found it a welcome distraction. She caught one word of his: Problem. The rest was either muttered or hidden to her by his accent. Still, that gave her an idea for her Problem Solver, which solves problems unproblematically. Feeling some sense of pride, she gave it away, smiling. Her mama would weep to hear it, which made it even better. Optimising her invention was natural, and took until she made it to reception, for her to be satisfied with it's blueprint.

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The man she looked at wore a red cardigan, but did nothing to hid any of his bulging muscles. "What do you want?" she asked, flexing her wrist.

His eye twitched when he saw her. "Tell me where Donny Ozwald is, or else I'll kill you." Squeezing his hands, his muscles inflated to twice their size.

Dropping her shoulders, she heaved a sigh. "Come on," she said, beckoning with a hand.

All the time he was behind her, she had one of her cameras on, feeding their recording to a small monitor behind her veil. "Why do you want this Donny?"

With a horrible grunt, he said, "Because he's a plague that worsens everything he sets his sights on. Whether that be me, you, or whoever else he's ever met." Rolling a shoulder, he moved through crowds of people, heading outside. "Thought he'd live in there, that pretentious prick." He glanced upwards, turning around to see HQ in its entirety.

That was when Neo moved, taking out a small flashlight, shoving it into his neck. His reaction was slow, missing her, and then started spasming until he fell down, face-first into soft grass.

Holding her flashlight close to her face, she said, "Могли бы работать быстрее." Towards everyone who had stopped to watch what happened, she said, "Nothing to see here, just a bad guy who's been dealt with."

Very soon came sirens, which she took as her cue to leave, walking back in. As she passed reception, she turned to the one to call her and said, "Bigger problem, call me."

***

Her comfort was soon ruined by Director Vie, a woman with lean muscles, pointy eyes, and a small face, entered her station. Like always, she wore her ironed suit, without so much as a speck of dust, and walked in heels.

"Director," Neo said, looking away from her current project; a foldable wheelchair that was able to be carried without a problem.

"Mariya Durov, you can guess why I am here." Folding her own hands behind her back, she looked upon the room with feigned interest.

"Not one of my toys, as you people call it. That man was going to cause a scene, and even if he wasn't, how do you explain his large frame other than-"

"Please, Mariya, I don't want to hear your excuses. All you've done is extend paperwork for everyone involved, including yourself."

Neo scoffed. "You know I have an automated assistant to do that sort of thing."

"And that brings us to why I am here, to watch you write every letter necessary for this document." Following that, she produced a piece of paper, placing it down a table near herself.

They locked eyes for a minute, but she already knew who was going to win. "You and your power games. You're sick for this."

"At least I'm sick with power," she said, leaning against the wall. "Though you have a sick need for power, I suppose."