The Individuals

Story#8: Fe-MALE

I've written many

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Two elevator doors slid open. With quick steps, a bespectacled woman paced out of the elevator and took a sharp turn down the hall. Taking a left, a right, another left, and finally a right, she reached her destination. Two tall doors with the CEO's plaque standing above them. It read 'Hubert Fask'. Swiftly swiping her card against the reader, the doors opened and allowed her access inside. Stepping in quickly, she stopped a few feet away from the CEO's desk. A man sat at the desk with the back of his chair to her as she entered the room.

" Progress report..." He uttered, gazing out the large window in front of him.

" All is going well, sir. The last bit of resources was just loaded into the MOTU, and the initial 50 units had just finished being loaded onto the ship as well..." The woman responded, pulling up her clipboard and glancing through the papers as she spoke.

" So...are we all ready to launch then?" He asked, spinning his chair around to face her.

"...Technically yes, but sir, if you don't mind me asking, are we really going to send those robots?"

" Yes. Why is something wrong with them?" He responded, noticing the doubt on her face.

" Well, technically no, but they act just so spontaneously. Are you sure they are the right ones for this mission?" She asked with uncertainty. A wide grin proceeded to grow onto the man's face.

" Hmmm...Nancy, right? I know that too many that their spontaneous and random behavior can be confusing, but you don't have to worry a single bit. Out of all the robots that were created here at Omaha Robotics, they have the strongest sense of unity out of them all. I'm confident that they will get the job done." Standing up from his desk, he paused for a moment and stepped up to the window behind him.

"...After all, that's what we will need if our interplanetary colonization plan is going to succeed." He uttered, his voice swiftly trailing off. A slight buzz from the woman's earpiece then notified her of an incoming call. She drew her attention away for a moment to answer.

"...Excuse me sir, but I was just notified that there are still a few checks we need to run on the ship, just as a precaution before we can launch. The time that will take will be roughly...148 hours." The man seemed to go into thought for a moment.

" Hmmm...skip the checks and get it ready to launch. I want to see that ship soaring through the sky as early as tomorrow morning." He said, meandering his way across the room and to a short table littered with beverages. After pouring himself a glass, he took a drink.

" Skip the checks? But sir, doing something like that could be dangerous and we have no reason to rush the launch." The woman noted, her voice filled with concern, but despite this, the man calmly set his drink down and turned to her.

" Oh, but we have all the reason to Nancy. We need to escape this planet while we can before the real brunt of The Industry War comes crashing down on us." He said in response.

" I understand that sir, that's the whole reason you started this project, but last I checked, The Industry War is all but over. The other companies have already pulled back, so is there any reason to still be concerned?" She asked.

" It's not over yet...ALD and TLD aren't the kinds to just stand down like that, those two have always had a long-lasting grudge against each other. If I had to guess, they're preparing their armies of mutants for another battle as we speak." He responded, taking another sip from his glass.