I don’t know what’s going on in the Disruptive Technologies Laboratory. It’s all top secret, hush hush over there. But there’s rumors that their chief scientist, Quinn Charles, is conducting some kind of experiments on a sex slave. Who knows what he’s doing to that poor woman. Someone told me that she’s a real sex pot. All the geeks working in the lab are smiling like they died and gone to heaven. Quinn’s brilliant, but he’s as devious as all get out. I shudder to think what he might have dreamed up. They say he's planning a spectacular demo at the end of the month. I sure wish I was invited.
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