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Single images of scenes from my NanoTek stories.
SECRETARY POOL PARTY:
"Are we sure we really want to do this?" says one, staring at the screen of a secretary pool celebrating in a break room, enjoying a delicious-looking cake.
"It's the only way to be absolutely certain," says an other. About a dozen attractive young women, most in their twenties and a couple in their late teens, are laughing and smiling while chowing down on the cake. "Activate."
Almost immediately, all of the girls freeze for a moment, drop their dishes to the ground with a clatter, and start fondling themselves and each other with aggressive intensity. Half-eaten cake being spread among some of their caressing faces and breasts.
Soon after, their skin starts to take on a sandy, coarse appearance. It starts to flake off in increasing amounts.
Body parts start falling off. A hand here, an arm and a leg there, even a breast or two here and there. Regardless the orgy continues, the fondling only accelerating their destruction. Until finally they all collapse into a huge pile of powder at almost precisely the same time - their clothes falling to the ground into the mixed powder pile.
The men enter the room and survey the scene.
In the middle of the room sits the remains of the former secretary pool. Atop scattered, broken dishes of uneaten cake sits a massive heap of mixed color powder, primarily shades of skin-color, browns and blacks. The powder sits atop and spills out of the clothes of the once smartly dressed office squad. Blouses. Button-downs. Pencil skirts. Pairs of pantyhose. Heels. Scores of articles of secretary-wear are scattered among the mix.
Surprisingly, a pair of silicon implants also sits in the pile.
One of the men grabs a pair of pantyhose by one toe and lifts. Pale flesh-colored powder spills out, falling on the pile below with a soft but steady WHISH. He sighs, dropping the hose back to the floor landing with a soft thud, "Poor girls. At least they seemed to have fun on their way out."
"It was a necessary action. Any one of them could have possibly seen the sensitive information you left visible on the screen. Perhaps now you will be sure to lock your terminal!" He picks up a heel and turns it, spilling out the black mix that was stuck inside. "At least the nanobots implanted in the cake worked well. Cake mix was an interesting choice."
"Hopefully the filter can separate all the mixed flavors though - or else that cake is gonna take like shit!"
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After careful filtering and processing of the powder... the resulting secretary pool cake tasted like shit as predicted. It was promptly tossed in the incinerator.
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In an office, a terminal shows a sensitive report on the production of cake mix using nano-technology. The office day starts, in flooding the department's brand new secretary pool, right out of secretary school.
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