Chagall's Daydream *EDITING

Chagall's Daydream *EDITING

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Going through some edits, so no updates soon Alix "Monster" Koochaki, the young CEO of the multi-billion dollar corporation, Resurrect, has gotten some rather unflattering attention from the media over a certain matter of events. Resurrect deals with connecting the living back with their deceased loved ones. Through some recent scientific breakthroughs, they've discovered a way to take spirit energy and build a corporeal body of a ghost from it, in the image of its former self. This has proven to be quite a risky undertaking, including the constant risk of failure with the equipment, as well as the exploitation of these ghosts for the purposes of sexual trafficking and personal pleasure. So in order to combat this, Mr. Koochaki has worked with the federal government to put laws in place, such as the restriction of anything other than a platonic relationship with your ghost, instant ownership over the ghosts for those who pay for the procedure to take place, as well as extensive paperwork and monthly inspections if the being in question IS, in fact, being used for sexual means. Now, the machines used to create these beings are extremely sensitive pieces of equipment. Dr. Kevin McCullough, unfortunately, was the victim of the most devastating laboratory fire in recent history, and because he was operating the equipment at the time, fell victim to the flames that he created. Wanting to save face for his company, as this had been the only tragedy that they'd ever experienced, Alix ordered a procedure to take place to resurrect his deceased employee, hopefully keeping the media at bay through gaining ownership of the late doctor. Platonic relationships are completely legal, but sexual ones require extensive procedures, before and after initiation, to be approved. Romantic ones however, are illegal. Unless, you go through the nearly impossible procedure of freeing you ghost. And poor Kevin Ghost had fallen very much in love with his Master. What a shame...
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