She screwed their lives!

??? POV

As I sit down on that chair, my mind is suddenly tugged away from me, unable to stop coding, fortunately I still have control over my eyes so I can see what I'm typing, and looking at the code, I might've taken that mans code and taken it up a notch wayyy too high.

It was pretty clear that the initial purpose of the bot was to harass the executives, or just employees, I still need to run background checks. Anyways, it was now it was looking like it will be constantly sending death threats, and then if they aren't carried out, the bot will then carry out the death threats.

How? Well, however it wants, or can!

What in the world am I writing?!

Just before I finished proofreading the code my finger slips and the file gets sent, I suddenly yell, "Noooo!" I didn't finish proofreading it after all! It may be able to be linked back here, and then I'd be screwed.

Wait, I have control of my head... interesting, I turn my head around to see if I can see anyone but Senior was missing, speaking of which, I should probably do a background scan on him.

But maybe while I wait for him maybe I should check his browsing history...

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Senior POV

Thats enough! She is ruining my code, she is ruining my hard work!!! And then when the police knock down door and they're gonna arrest me, and she'll say I kidnapped her...

This is enough of an emergency to warrant the use of water!

I quickly run to the bathroom with something that could hold water, I look down to see its a medieval breastplate, "Where the hell did I get this from!?" I cry, exasperated at the 'eccentricity' of my projects.

When I arrive to the bathroom I siphon as much water as I'm confident carrying and return to my room.

When I enter the 'research' room I see that she is no longer furiously typing, but looking very closely at something, but I ain't risking it!

As I walk to an angle that would give me a favorable angle without ruining my potato [computer], her head swings towards me like she could sense her impending doom, and I nod sadly, "I'll do my best to put you together after this duty is completed..." I say, pretending to be distraught. She obviously won't be put back together, unless she can pay for it. Which she probably can, if she can just wave off 50 Grand just like that.

She looks mortified and starts shaking her head, however she doesn't speak, "Sorry..." I say, actually feeling bad... kinda.

She starts moving all over the place like she was having a really bad seizure before suddenly stopping.

"Another project..." I mumble, walking over to her and picking her up bridal style and start walking away before I see something I want, boobs.

I've never touched boobs, I wonder, are they hard, or soft? Warm... or maybe cold?

Well, she won't be needing them anymore, so maybe we could just feel the once-

I slowly guide one hand to grope her left breast, before she suddenly emits, "Get your fucking pervy-ass hands off of me, wimp"

She kicks me, and I go flying, and part of my expected me to see my life to zip past me, but all I saw was Emmit, the auto cannon, and then finally, the breastplate, before I finally thud behind my computer.

"Dang... I think that Elmo... said its a... *YAWN* good time toooo... take a nappie-poo..." I mutter, drunk on shock and quickly passing out.

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??? POV

OK, maybe I put too much pressure into my pneumatic muscles but hey! It was self defense!

Or something like that...

Also now that he's out lets go find out his identity, I probably have roughly 1 minute before he wakes up again, and if he doesn't... I could call the ambulance, but chances are in places like these, I doubt they even pick up the phone, so I would need to treat him... I wouldn't enjoy that... Maybe I just leave him... That's an brilliant idea!

Anyways! I begin my search for someone who looks like him, however, nobody has his name, I then scan his face, and I quickly get a result.

Wait... why is there that shark in Jaws looking like its about to eat him in the picture?! I'm pretty sure thats not supposed to be there..

I begin to read the profile, his real name was, 'Suck M. Y. Toez'. And then below it said, 'Prefers the nickname: Senior.'

It then said he was a Male with the height of 5"10', what a shorty, he's smaller than me in my current form! (She can transform, within reason)

I close my eyes and I focus my mind further, searching for more information on him, I try to get some dirt but no traces were found, I then try his Social Security and then his Birth records, and his family. Or just about anything for some potential blackmail material!

When I get bored of searching his family records, I try to close, but suddenly a black hole tears open and swallows me, unable to open my eyes, I look into a black room.

However just as quickly as it ate me, it spat me out, and my eyes flutter open, turning to Suck, seeing him leaning against the wall, one hand on a big black button.

"This is what I like to call the sucker, you know what it does?" He asks, his other hand wiping the point of contact, looking at it seeing a little bit of blood. Spitting on it and then wiping it off on his legs.

"Uhhh, no. But is your name is really Suck?" I ask, raising a brow, quickly trying to divert the subject.

"No. That was the fake ID, we'll finish this conversation later, once I get patched up from your bitch slap that used your enhanced arms, and you're gonna have to try real hard to not get me to turn you in," He says, with a furious face, but soon softens and then goes blank, "Mommy, where is Elmo-senpai?" He says, going back to senile mode.

If I didn't feel respect for his coding and actions, I would've just recorded what he just did, but for now, let him rest.