>Admin and Y to Subdue work on Sense. Oil-Stained Crowbar and AFYN to Admin, Talk Show Cane to Y. Lay down the law. What the directors say goes. What is shown on TV is decided by others, not the TV itself. Normally, you like working from top to bottom on the list of anomalies you have but...this is a far more pressing matter. You slowly get up from your chair, legs wobbly despite how you've been trying to be more active.
"Going to work. Personally." You wheeze out. A trickle of black liquid comes out of your mouth. C-0RA (a Regional Analyzer android with a unique...personality?) and S-4M (your AI assistant) look at you with a mixture of worry and resignation.
"If you say so, sir. I'll keep Spike on standby. Please don't hurt yourself."
"So BraVE...yet sO riskY! HoT! But PleAse Please stay super duper safe, sir!"
"It's not the first and I doubt it'll be the last." You gulp down the last of your coffee as you try ignoring the two voices in your head who are undoubtedly going to screech more at what you'll about to do.
You exit your office. Slow steps now. Yovani rushes over to you with the equipment needed with an almost smug sense of self approval. You grab the crowbar and AFYN, both of which fit comfortably in hand.
[HOPELESS WRECK] FUCK YEAH! REMEMBER THE GOOD OLD DAYS? WHEN WE USED TO...WELL, WE USED TO DO SOMETHING COOL I BET! WHO DOESN'T LOVE CROWBARS?
[BOUND BY DUTY] Welcome back, Gary. Isabelle is safe for now.
You squeeze the handle of the bolt action pistol tightly. The two of you silently walk down to Containment Cell D. The only sounds heard through the mostly empty hallways is the cane clacking against the floor.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tk0CkvXrHpM The TV sits in the middle of the cell, with an old table that rests a heavily burnt red phone (The only way to directly communicate with it). Nothing is happening right now but you can still feel your hair standing on their ends.
[HOPELESS WRECK] THE AIR FEELS WEIRD. THICK. TAKE DEEP BREATHS, BOSS, GET ALL THAT O2 NOW.
"Ready to start, sir?" Yovani comments. You nod in agreement. He walks away to turn the TV on while you step closer to the TV. You shift your shitty posture to try making yourself more intimidating. More serious. Someone it must listen to.
The TV turns on when Yovani fiddles with the dials. White and black snow fills the screen, fluttering between here and wherever it's getting the signals from. The air keeps thickening. A clean image starts slowly forming on the screen...or, no, wait. The static is fading away into just...blackness.
[HOPELESS WRECK] CHANGE THE CHANNEL. NOW. DO NOT LET IT LINGER.
You quickly reach over and shove Yovani to the side, much to his annoyance. After a quick twist, another screen appears. This one is far more pleasing on first look once it fades in. A group of three men and women sit around a table, each of them with a suit and tie or a dress on with smiles that don't reach their eyes.
