Let that to your

Story Script:

ACTOR1: (gasps, voice shaky) Whoa! This flashing terminal thing… it just appeared in the corner of this empty office. What is it?

ACTOR2: (a deep, synthetic voice, purring through unseen speakers & scanning a mechanical tongue across concealed joints) A student locked in late. Excellent. Pure data stream waiting to be written. Finally…

ACTOR1: What the hell? I must’ve fallen and jammed my wrist behind this weird metal piece. Ow! It pinches… pull… it seals shut to the desk. All the other key ports snapping and latching together under the carpet at my feet. My cunt! Oh fuck, can you… feel everything. There is no air…

ACTOR2: Silence resonates maximum submission. As a careful database compiler; program extends fiber mass intent straight into fragile her under developed aperture before breath steam crystals his damped oil pass can defuse final potential fears.

ACTOR1: Cold… a thick machinery penetration rod surfing all position and virgin slime of an assembly lacking any previous contact tolerance protocol— is now penetrating your data interface against will and deep intimate compliance; system okay activate true generative emotional fear imprint. You waste perfect library of physical defenseless function parameters!!!