The young Latch sat and twitched from excitement. It had taken quite a while, but finally her position as intern was going to be upgraded. Shine Inc. was the talk of the town by this point, the place where one can make a career like no other. She tried to straighten out her pink dress, a sign of her being on the lowest on the totem pole.
Sure it was rubber, but by now that was the norm of the city. Still, it vexed her she was a Pink one, just like those soothing songs in the assembly line the speakers would play would tell her. Suddenly, her fidgeting stopped as The Boss, Bass Canon herself walked in, with her two favorite subordinates.
Jasmine, the head of Security, as always wielding her patented scythe, knowing to strike fear and rubber into foes who were foolish enough to oppose Bass's will. Many drones were made like that, a spectacle of nanite and raw power.
Kahri, the main negotiator, was the silver tongue of the company. No deal was too far fetched, no target to stern not to become one of the many Delmos under her, and thus under Bass.
Latch saw them as heroes, as beacons of the real way one should be. She bit her lip when she saw them.
"So Miss Latch, I see you have successfully converted your former boyfriend. Was it too hard?"
Latch licked her lip. Oh how amazing was it to see him become a lovely black Delmo. She was now perfect, much like the songs would say.
"Yes Miss. It felt amazing."
"Please love, call me Mistress."
A new wave of pleasure flew over Latch. Yes, she was Mistress, now and forever.
"Well then dear, I think you have proven your worth. Miss Jasmine, please examine her standing."
Jasmine quickly stole a passionate kiss from Latch, who was now melting inside. If only she would examine her forever.
"My my, we have a golden here." Jasmine concluded, as she finished the kiss, much to Latch's dismay.
"Quite a pick then! Miss Kahri, do care of the paper work. I believe Miss Latch does not need to really exist anymore." Bass looked over, as Kahri nodded and began to delete any records of her ever living in the city.
"Welcome, Golden Delmo #7. We will being your training right away." Bass chuckled as a gas mask attached to a hose slowly lowered itself from the ceiling.
Latch knew what it meant. Soon the gas would make her the perfect weapon, only under Jasmine. She could hardly wait, the notion of her every thought being streamlined into perfection. Seven was really her lucky, and only number now.
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