Project L.U.C.I.D

[monique_minx]

(Closed for LitShark & Minx - Please PM feedback to either writer)

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PROJECT L.U.C.I.D.
Linguistic and Universal Command Integration Directive
Objective: Development of obedience assets through neural-implant programming, trauma conditioning, and augmentation. Subjects to be deployed in espionage, honeytrap, and termination roles.
Status: Subject D-47 (“Devina”) released to civilian custodian (Ki Lock). Placement: Smitten Kitten Club.


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The club was pounding with music through the lowest two floors, like any other strip club, neon lights blazing and bodies grinding on each other. The Lounge area was a mid level, here the music was quieter and the bar cleaner, more like a gentleman's club with leather covered couches and tables, a more relaxed environment. The upper floors were like hotel rooms other than a few additional conveniences. For all intents and purposes, the Smitten Kitten was a pleasure club after all, it needed to be well equipped.

The Lounge was where she was likely to be found whenever she wasn't being utilized elsewhere because it was an offshoot to Ki's office. She sat in shadow and observed the club behind dark brown eyes that didn't seem to see and yet captured everything. In stark contrast to Whitney and Lyla, who were chatting animatedly or seductive Seraphine who was giving a customer a saucy lap dance. Devina always seemed poised as though she were waiting for something.

Most new customers mistook it for shyness, the ones who'd interacted with her knew otherwise. She'd shed her clothes instantly in the middle of a crowded room if she was told to. She'd smile like it was what made her happiest in the world if someone just said 'smile for me'. It had frustrated Ki at first, she just didn't seem to get his hints, but as soon as she was told directly to do something, she obeyed him. Devina had a rough first week in his 'care' while they learned about each other. It wasn't that Devina didn't 'get' his hints, it was that she was able to ignore anything he didn't frame as an imperative. She spent a lot of time in pain that first week while he punished her for not 'getting it' but Devina was no stranger to pain, pain formed a good chunk of her life. It probably infuriated Ki even more but then he'd command her and surprise himself that she'd instantly do what he had initially wanted.

He asked her once, "Why didn't you do that in the first place?" And she'd answered without hesitation, "Because you didn't tell me to."

Ki was a quick learner. He started to ask her more questions instead. He'd clearly assumed she was like any other whore in his service, he couldn't have been more wrong. For one thing, Devina remembered everything she ever saw, a walking archive, as merciless as a mirror and as precise as a photograph. She needed fewer breaks than the other whores, she seemed to last longer physically and she never asked for breaks as if expecting never to get them. She could handle any of Ki's international clients as well, there probably wasn't a known language she couldn't speak. She'd translate for him whenever necessary. There was more to Devina than met the eye.

"What can you do?" He'd asked her.

This was ambiguous, she'd paused and her hand began to shake before she whispered, "Anything you tell me to."

And he'd stretched the imagination after that, tried to push her to deny him, to protest, to find a limit. But Devina didn't have any. Of course whenever he was vague, Devina exploited it and gave him so little that he'd started to become a lot more precise.

Devina had helped him increase his success with no real reward for herself, she didn't want anything for herself. It wasn't that she had no personality, just that she had no autonomy. Her interests were always wrapped in her Handler's interests. Hobbies and interests were things she'd never been allowed to explore - nor even introduced to aside from catching the scientists when they'd talk about their weekends in her presence. Her childhood was spent inside Project L.U.C.I.D's government facility and filled with lessons and routine, torture and conditioning, surgeries so numerous she couldn't say offhand how many or even what they'd been for.

She was 18 when she was stuck inside a cage, naked and allowed to see everything on the director's desk deliberately. Later, they'd told her she couldn't tell anyone what she'd read. Then they took her into the interrogation room and for her and the other 'Lucys' (an affectionate nickname given to the test subjects collectively), this room was more like a torture chamber. They'd waterboard her, electro shock her, question her relentlessly without a break for 20 hours or more. They'd let her sleep for only 20 minutes in every 6 hours as they tried to crack the information out of her. Devina endured and never let anything slip despite inhumane efforts to force her hand. They even administered truth serums, but her training was so strong, so absolute, that even that wouldn't make her crack. She'd been told not to speak. She wouldn't speak.

She had no protective moral framework, any hint of humiliation had been systematically cracked from her. She still remembered every position they'd commanded her to take, every dirty plea they made her utter, every dildo or cock forced into an orifice and every pussy they'd made her eat in every situation until she had no limits and no illusion of choice. Sexuality was never a question Devina was asked, no one cared if she was straight or gay or a freaking unicorn. She was aware of course, she had feelings about everything. She wasn't a robot after all. There was always commands she wanted to refuse but she'd long accepted her inability to do so. She'd never had a 'normal life' and never known anything else - you can't miss what you've never known.

Devina could have interacted with others but she'd learned quickly that someone would let an order slip even without meaning to. She'd watched a Lucy tell another during training to go fuck herself and their Handlers used it as a training exercise thereafter because that Lucy fucked herself senseless for three hours until someone told her to stop. They took more precautions in their separation and supervision after that. Devina was quite certain they'd allowed it to drag out just to see how long that subject would continue.

A man in a dark, cheap suit approached her with curiosity and a little caution, Devina didn't move a muscle.

"Stand up." His voice was cool and collected, almost certain and Devina was instantly up and out of the chair to stand with her hands behind her back.

"Mmmm, smile for me." He didn't ask.

Devina's mouth split wide into a smile that didn't touch her eyes. She looked like a doll.

"Who are you?"

Devina was supposed to roll her answer back for civilians but she knew this man wasn't one, she'd been expecting him for her 1 month post release check up. He was to test her faculties and give the government a report to ensure she was not degrading in any way.

"Devina. Subject D-47." She answered directly.

"Your latency is low, that's good. Follow me Devina." He told her without any further information, knowing full well she'd follow him.

 

[LitShark]

Deep Jungle Vivarium #8842-C: Property of Pharma Plex
Floor 88-90, South Wing: Pharma Alliance Citadel

One Month Ago


There were many things about the world that Urgp-Opps didn’t know about the world. He didn’t know that his habitat had been completely destroyed and his natural presence in the wild was classified as extinct. He didn’t know that his entire world was a closely engineered facsimile of that habitat for the purposes of breeding him and others like him. He didn’t know that Ourp-Utt, his wife had been engineered for fertility—nor that both of them had been genetically engineered for the sake of utilizing their psycho-active, neurotoxic defensive secretions into a street drug. Urgp-Opps didn’t know any of that, but he knew that he was a new father.

The brood were all tail-sprouted and swimming strong in the fertile, brown bog that had birthed him and his wife. He also knew he was proud of himself. He was looking forward to fatherhood, in fact, when he felt himself grasped by silicone pincers—lifting him up from his habitat and carrying him away from everything he’d ever known.

Urgp-Opps fought against his captors, he secreted his defensive toxin in panic gluts, he thrashed his powerful legs in air. He was helpless against the mechanized claw. He would not live to see his brood leg-sprout. He was carried off and away from everything that made any sense.

Urgp-Opps was delicately placed into a glass half-dome before he was splashed in some unknown, blue solution that seemed to sizzle all of his secretion off of his neon skin. He tried to fight, or jump, or kick, but within moments a metallic lid was sealed on the open side of the globe with an opening that vaguely resembled a metallic sphincter.

The globe was packed in with others, each containing an individual frog just like Urgp-Opps… just like his wife. They were all croaking and secreting, trying to find an escape where none existed. The frogs couldn’t read, but each glass bulb was labeled “Organic.”

It wasn’t until some days later that Urgp-Opps saw the sun again. He was attached to a vaporizing apparatus and met his tormentor for the first time. The man-beast breathed in through the pipe piece, the blue solution bubbled and splashed around Urgp-Opps’ shoulders and thighs. Within seconds the bulb filled with dense vapor that was quickly sucked up through the raised center of the metal butthole. The man-beast coughed over the smoke.

Urgp-Opps didn’t realize that this was the man’s means of getting high—but he knew for resolute and certain that he hated the man beast, and all others like him.

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The Smitten Kitten Club

The Crack of Noon


C.A.T. the AI that effectively ran the club, opened the automated curtains around Ki’s 20th floor penthouse, letting the light in.

[]Good morning, Daddy[]

The soothing, British-accented voice bloomed through the surround-sound, 8-wave sound system that was native to the smart-building. Ki groaned as he sat up in bed, the synthetic-silk sheet slipped smoothly down his chest and stomach. He grabbed the vape from his bedside table and took stock of things.

“How’s the business?” Ki asked his AI, realizing for the first time that there was another body in bed with him.

[]Attendance is at 642 guests out of 7,500 hosting capacity. 6.5% above average for this time last quarter. 2 of 12 Go-Go cages are active. 5 of 15 Stripping Poles are Green Lit. 5 of 25 Whores are available. 2 of those 5 currently with clients. The time is 12 noon- low volume staffing is in place.[]

“Who’s this?” Ki pulled he sheet back from the slut in his bed. She wasn’t moving.

[]I’m afraid that she’s a guest, Daddy. She seems to have suffered a fatal overdose. Do you want me to call an ambulance?[]

Ki scoffed at that.

“No… just… let me think.” Ki bubbled his vaporizer around the brightly colored frog inside, blowing the vapor across the smooth back of the apparently dead whore in his bed, “move the Go-Go dancers to vacant poles. No free shows while we’re at low volume.”

[]Yes, Daddy. Would you like me to adjust presets for next time?[]

“Yeah. Do that. Then…” Ki lifted the sheet, looking over the dead whore’s body. Aside from the obvious signs of synthetic narcotics dependency, she seemed healthy enough, “order me… seven medical coolers from Aztec—twenty minutes drone delivery. Then drone me a twenty pound bag of ice from Chillr.”

[]Ice and coolers. Are we having a party, Daddy?[]

“Not quite. Then send Devina’s ass up here. Tell her to bring a knife.”

[]Sorry, Daddy. Devina is with a client right now, Agent Colton Miller is conducing her monthly check-up.[]

Ki groaned and hit his vaporizer again, the frog inside desperately trying to climb up the domed sides of his glass enclosure.

“Of course he is. Okay, send her up when she’s done. But don’t wait on the ice and coolers… Better order some new towels, too.” Ki was dragging the dead whore out of his bed by her ankle, showing no respect as he dragged her out of bed and across the slate-tiled floor of his bedroom to the Master Bathroom.

Ki parked the dead, naked whore by the drain and went over to his infrared sauna.

“Pump the club music into the sauna and have a cold mimosa waiting for me in there. And make sure Devina hustles her little ass up here.” Ki blew smoke before wrapping a towel around his hips and stepping into the brightly lit sauna.

[]Yes, Daddy[]



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The Koi Room- Designation: Red Light

“Close the door. Lock it.” Colton instructed Devina as he led her into the Koi Room for her diagnostic examination. One entire wall of the room was completely populated by a LED screen that played live footage of the actual, living koi fish that populated the indoor koi pond that occupied much of the floor space of this Japanese styled bedroom.

The other side of the LED wall was projecting the active personification of C.A.T. the AI overseer and Madam of the Smitten Kitten. God Knew that Ki couldn’t manage an operation this size on his own. Hell, Ki probably couldn’t run a lemonade stand without AI to hold his hand. But, with the government’s little gift, Cybernetic Accounting Technician ran all aspects of the business.

For his part, Ki was a figurehead at best. But for a figurehead, he was a great one. He was easily manipulated by money, drugs and his ego and wasn’t smart enough to go snooping around above his pay-grade.

The underworld needed a Pimp Lord, and Ki was him. Along with the Pharma Executive Council, the Gun Lords and the Gang Bosses, Ki ran the Neon District Underworld. Of the four, Ki was much less trouble. The Gang Bosses were always killing each other, the Gun Lords keep selling more and newer weapons to both sides and the Council just kept trying to pretend that they didn’t run the whole show. Even the Government knew better that no oppose the Pharma Council.

“Strip naked and gather your hair up away from the back of your neck,” Colton spread out the contents of his briefcase across the embroidered silk bedsheets.

When Devina obeyed, Colton plugged in a HDMI cable to a hidden port at the base of her skull. A light just under the skin turned from steady green to flashing yellow, indicating that a diagnostic examination of her hardware was underway which would include any necessary software updates to keep the systems running smoothly.

The monitor beeped in his hand as Colton ran the diagnostic check, letting his eyes wander over Devina’s athletic body. He caressed her breast casually… almost curiously, as if he didn’t recognize it as being a part of her. Just a fun thing to play with while he checked her systems.

“How many clients have you served this month?”

 

[monique_minx]

[Collaboration of Minx & LitShark]


The Koi Room - Designation: Red Light

Devina closed and locked the door as Colton instructed and turned to wait, her hands clasped at the small of her back and her legs shoulder width apart - a soldier's stance by all appearances if not for the leathery black strung lingerie and neon highlights adorning her body. She stared straight ahead just inside the room as he set up his computer and stood in anticipation. When he ordered her to strip, she didn't hesitate, Devina reached behind her neck and undid the clasp there before pulling it forward from her throat. She rolled the entire ensemble down off her hips and then stepped out of it before reaching up to lift her hair, interlacing her fingers behind her head to keep it there. Her body was flawless, not a surgical scar in sight and no physical evidence of any of the numerous interrogations she'd endured over the course of her life. She had no body hair to speak of, it had been lasered off a long time ago in favour of less maintenance for her to manage.

She stood and waited in silence, her eyes straight ahead as the computer beeped softly. His hand grazed her first and then more firmly grasped her breast, she didn't flicker or protest, she just kept her eyes on the spot on the wall while her ears took in every sound the computer made and his voice of course.

"I've served two hundred and thirty seven customers this month. An average of seven a day." She responded clinically, she remembered every face and name, she could list them all in date order for him if he was so inclined to ask.

The gentle dark circles under her eyes belied an over abundance of sexual exploitation but it was only one of many ways she served Ki. The rest of her waking hours were generally spent in other activities. She'd survived on less sleep than she got here over the course of her life, it was nothing but a bodily response she saw in a mirror.

On the screen, a neat line of text scrolled: “Implant active. Muscular hydraulics: stable. Optic suite: functional. System update pending.”

Colton’s eyebrows rose as Devina recounted the frankly startling statistics of her time spent as a whore. Maybe it wasn’t so startling—maybe it was just because Colton got laid so infrequently. Maybe he was jealous, though he wasn’t entirely sure if he was jealous of Devina or her tricks.

“During these… encounters. Do you achieve orgasm?" He asked.

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Forty six percent of the time."

"Does it ever feel like you might be losing control?” Colton’s hand moved to her other breast, she needed at least one update. He could get his cock sucked…

"No. Only when commanded." She confirmed her training held even if she orgasmed, that if she was commanded to orgasm, her body would obey beyond her restraint. She only 'lost control' when she was ordered to.

Devina didn't own her release or her sexual pleasure, pleasure without orders was felt like an error to Devina due to her trauma conditioning. Her capacity for pleasure wasn't gone, merely commanded. It also voided problems in the field was she to climax unexpectedly and become unpredictable, her body was always in control, even when it was being controlled.

“I’m updating your software suite. It may take ten to fifteen minutes. Get down and suck my cock while you finger yourself. Enjoy doing it. Thank me profusely.”

Devina moved fluidly and dropped to her knees in front of him. She slid a single hand across to hold her hair off her nape and dropped the other to free his cock from his pants with envious fine motor control, her fingers danced across the button confining him and deftly released it from its purchase. She moistened her lips with her tongue and looked up at Colton with that doll-like smile.

"Thank you for using me. I am grateful." She told him with a cheerful lilt in her tone, "I enjoy pleasing you."

With that, she sunk her lips down on his cock, lubricating it within the confines of her tight, wet and hot mouth. At the same time, her fingers began plunging in and out of her pussy which had readied itself in anticipation and made a warm, squelching sound in response to her ministrations. She moaned her enjoyment around his cock as she bobbed up and down rapidly, her tongue caressing him as her suction increased to hold him tightly. All the while a single hand still held her hair above her neck.

Colton gasped and gripped the back of Devina's head to prevent his knees from buckling. His hand overlapped hers and his cock went into her throat.

"Oh, yes!" Colton groaned, grasping the edge of the bed with his other hand, "that's good!"

Devina yielded to the pressure, her throat a silken vise that accepted him without a tremor, her gag reflex didn't respond. She had one, of course, and would choke on command if he ordered her to but she'd had that trained well too. She pressed her nose straight up into his pelvis and let him control the pace and when she'd be allowed to breathe. Her fingers still curled in to press her g spot fervently as she fucked herself, knowing all the while that there was a good chance he'd not command her to orgasm and she'd be left restless. It wasn't the hope for an orgasm that she waited for, it was hope for the command so she'd be allowed to have that release of endorphins.

Ten minutes from now, hell, ten years from now, Devina would remember everything about this moment. How Colton smelled, the Koi pond and every fish in it, the taste of him in her throat and the beeping the computer made at every interval. She'd remember the moments of shame, desire, purpose and exhaustion vividly. Her ability to act on any of that long buried under layers of conditioning and of course, her neural implant which would act as a failsafe to either ensure her compliance or protect her.

"Oh yes!" Colton groaned, pushing Devina's head into his lap without having to try hard at all.

He found a strange thrill in gripping her ponytail as she throated him enthusiastically. It wasn't much longer until his balls tugged upward in their sack and he began cumming into the back of her throat. He pulled her back, in order to cum across her face as well as in her mouth. It was thick and copious.

"Creator Override Code: O," Colton also needed to test the paralysis protocols, imbedded in case they ever needed to stop her in her tracks.

As the words began to leave his mouth, a single thought came to mind for Devina, 'Oh no. Not that-'

His seed slid down her throat and she seized, her fingers stilled in a curl inside of her and her voice box locked up mid moan. She was panting and began to sweat as the burn spread through her entire body.

The practical experience, as it was designed, was for Devina to experience the height of a paralytic climax and stay frozen there at the peak of ecstasy until released. The upgrades were installed and Colton had blown his load, so he kept her locked in mid-climax while he unplugged her and packed his gear.

'Stop. Stop. Please stop.' The orgasm was welcomed at first, a release, but with that code, Devina had to wait to be freed of it. She was suspended and unable to move. Her hand shook slightly when she tried and her respiratory lock engaged, she had to stop fighting it or the obedience cascade would only continue. The orgasm had become painful, an endless pressure that didn't ebb and her face turned a pale pink beneath Colton's cum. White spots appeared in her vision and her breathing shallowed to tiny, soundless gasps. It was a code that wasn't often used on her, she had a much more visceral response to it as a result.

 

[LitShark]

The Koi Room - Designation: Red Light

"Cancel Override Command. Restore normal functions and report status of all systems." Colton was tucking his shirt in while he waited for the final confirmation that his job was finished, his cum still splashed across her face.

The computer spoke and gave him a read out, “Override cancelled. All systems nominal. Subject compliant.”

>> Override command terminated.
>> Motor functions: restored.
>> Obedience cascade: stable.
>> Neural implant: active, 100% compliance.
>> Optic implants: operational (night vision, telescopic, thermal).
>> Muscular hydraulics: functional.
>> Skeletal reinforcement: intact.
>> Gyroscopic equilibrium: calibrated.
>> Cardiovascular response: elevated (recovering).
>> Sexual compliance module: responsive, override tested successfully.
>> Errors detected: none.

Devina's body visibly relaxed and her fingers moved insistently again, returning to the baseline commands Colton had initially given her. Her face belied all the internal relief she felt when he'd released her from the code. Devina could hear the computer but she was never able to see the screen.

“You did well, Devina. Everything looks nominal. Ki seems pleased. Keep up the good work,” Colton finished dressing and took a long draw from his vaporizer, “I’ll see you next week for another check-up.”

When Colton left through the automated door, a light above the room changed from red to green.


The Koi Room - Designation: Green Light

The moment that Devina’s status changed to green, CAT appeared in her adorable Kitten Avatar on the LED wall to deliver Ki’s orders to Devina.

[]Sorry to barge in, Sweetness, but Daddy needs you in the penthouse as soon as possible. He says to bring a knife.[]

A soothing, purring sound seeped from the surround-sound speakers.

[]I’m not sure what he wants. He bought coolers. Maybe it’s a picnic![]

AI still lacked imagination.

 

[monique_minx]

Devina knelt there fucking herself as Colton praised her and went about dressing himself. It wasn't unusual for anyone to forget to release her from a command but she had a feeling Colton did it on purpose. After all, he knew exactly what the consequences of doing so would be and he was the only one in the building who knew that for certain. She didn't see the door open and close but she knew he'd left.

"Fuck." She sighed as her fingers continued to thrust and curl obediently.

So it was great relief when CAT appeared on the wall and had an order for her from the only person who could completely override the command of another - Ki. It was both a blessing and a curse that her Handler had that power, it merely depended on the order he gave. It enabled Devina to drop her hair and pull her soaked fingers out of her pussy because she couldn't obey both orders.

However, the command meant she left her clothing on the floor and exited naked so she could be there 'as soon as possible'. The implant would activate if she drew it out because she wasn't moving to be there 'as soon as possible'. She left the Koi room and made her way up the elevator to the top floor where both her room and Ki's sat almost adjacent to each other. She drew more than a few sets of eyes in her travels even though it wasn't entirely uncommon to see a naked woman in a brothel. However, they typically weren't still coated in the evidence of their last trick as Devina was.

She had to stop at her own room to fulfil his order that she bring a knife. Devina entered a much smaller room than Ki's, sparsely decorated with only necessities and a small ensuite. Her large bed had taken some getting used to, before she had come to the Smitten Kitten, she'd slept only on a single bed in a room full of other women. On the flipside, half her time since coming here was spent in the bed of another so she rarely actually slept here but when she did, it was not the luxurious sensation any other might have enjoying its size. It was rather disquieting to have so much space and freedom. Considering the size of the room wasn't that large, it said a lot about Devina's mentality on freedom.

She went to her wardrobe and pulled a roll of fabric from the top of the closet which she unfurled on the bed. It displayed an assortment of knives and a small hatchet. Devina had to select a knife without knowing what it was required for. That was challenging so Devina opted for a happy medium and selected it from the centre of the roll. She placed it aside and rolled the bundle back up, putting it back in its assigned space in her wardrobe.

She then collected the knife and left the room. Its weight was familiar in her hand...

She was in a clean room, looking down at her feet and clad head to toe in tight, black leather highlighted with a soft blue neon glow. Opposite her was another Lucy, the same age as Devina, they'd sparred together before and trained many times. Devina recognised Subject D-32.

"D-47." The voice called, and Devina looked directly at the woman in a lab coat, holding a clipboard - her Handler.

"I order you to fight and kill Subject D-32. Will you comply?"

"Yes." Devina replied instantly.

Another voice called, "Subject D-32, I order you to fight and kill Subject D-47, will you comply?"

"Yes." The other Lucy answered.

Both Handlers announced, "Begin."

Devina circled, the stunning serrated knife in her hand mirrored the other Lucy. The Lucy lunged at her and Devina merely arched her upper body to the left, parrying her knife with her own. Devina swept D-32's leg out from beneath her, and the other Lucy hit the mat on her back but rolled away as Devina's knife came down upon her. It missed and Devina stabbed the mat instead.

D-32 had an aggressive fighting style, Devina didn't have to wait long before she attacked her again. But Devina knew D-32's style well and merely waited for her attack. She did not handle her implant activation as well as Devina seemed to so while Devina coped with the tremors and the cut to her breathing if she waited too long to attack, D-32 did not and it made her sloppier as a result.

Devina seamlessly peeled away in a pirouette movement when D-32 came at her again too widely, and Devina slashed her arm open. The woman cried out, but it didn't stop her or force her into recovery. She didn't even attempt to stem the bleeding. D-32 was panting and exerting herself and in contrast, Devina was breathing evenly. But as they locked eyes, D-32 was afraid, Devina could tell. It made Devina pause and immediately her implant sensed her hesitation and proceeded to lock her down in the obedience cascade. Her breathing cut, her chest tightened and white-hot blinding pain lanced through her brain for a moment before she moved again to placate the implant and resumed the fight.

D-32 came for her again and Devina resolved to make it quick, she spun and as she passed by D-32's side, she thrust her knife upwards into D-32's throat and straight into her brain, killing her instantly. Devina's eyes half closed in a moment of personal grief as she pulled her knife from the other Lucy's throat and stood upright. Her legs shoulder-width apart and her hands behind her back, holding the bloodied knife as she stood at attention. The other Lucy slumped heavy to the floor, dead, in a pool of her own blood. A poignant silence in a grim scene hung in the air.

Her Handler cut the tension with her voice, "Well done, D-47."

More scratching. Pen on paper. Devina didn't want the praise, she didn't deserve the praise. The staff saw it differently, Devina was the superior gen 1 Lucy.

...Devina snapped from the memory as she approached Ki's door and opened it. She didn't knock, privacy between her and Ki wasn't necessary really as Devina didn't care what he was doing and Ki had no compunction about her seeing anything. She stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her. She stood at attention with the knife at her back as she'd done in her memory and many other times before. She neither announced herself nor asked for his direction, she merely waited.

Devina noted the body though, her eyes immediately zoomed in and scanned the dead woman for injuries. She noted only needle punctures so this woman had either died of natural causes or an overdose most likely though Devina couldn't be completely certain as she could only view half the corpse. She eyed the coolers and felt a little dread creep up in her veins, she had a fair idea of what Ki was about to tell her to do and it had nothing to do with a picnic.

Her hair was loose and a little dishevelled and her sex was like a glistening wound. She could smell her own arousal now that she had time to pause and take it in. Every part of her was on display. If it was odd that she stood at attention in lingerie, it was even weirder when she was completely naked and had no shame about it.