Quality Assurance"Just... ugh, explain it to me again, okay?" I rubbed my eyes in the dull morning glow and sat back down on the sofa. Opposite me, a girl with long jet-black hair, dark makeup and big brown eyes gave an exasperated gasp.
"I don't know how else to explain it to you, dude!" She crossed her arms over her chest, wearing a loose black t-shirt with a digitally distorted skull figure on it.
"Okay alright just... start at the beginning again. You found this 'job posting' on some website?"
She nodded. "About two weeks ago. I'm in need of the cash now that my hours have been cut to almost nothing, and this seemed like a reasonably legitimate gig."
"So you're... being paid to test this... thing."
"Yes." She waved her hands over herself. "This is some kind of weird... suit, that I put on each morning, and then I have to wear it for at least a couple hours a day. Don't ask me how it works!" - She held up a hand before I could even get the words out of my mouth - "I honestly don't know. The woman ru