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Julia, an office worker at the Intramorph research facility called Homestead, has had enough of her boss and Intramorph's less-than-savory perspective on its test subjects. Determined to make things better, she makes a choice that changes the course of her life.
This short is part of the Living Transition arc.
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Julia was an office worker at an Intramorph facility in Colorado. She primarily worked on the paperwork that the doctors and executives couldn’t be bothered to do themselves. It was a standard cubicle office job.
She often came into the office wearing a simple vertical stripe blouse with puffy shoulders tucked into a pair of black capri pants. She’d walk in with a pair of short high heels on her feet and a pair of flats in her medium-sized purse.
Her large, round glasses made her look more like a librarian than she’d like, but she just couldn’t build up the courage to do contacts instead. Julia often carried a briefcase full of paperwork in addition to her absolutely stuffed purse.
One day, she was walking into the offices and stopped when she walked by her boss’s office, Mr. Jenkins.
“I don’t care what their dreams are! We need physical labor if Dr. Zwo’s dream of building these cities is supposed to come to reality.” There was a slam on the table. “We have to set up a ‘field trip’ for the subjects and start training them in construction whether they like it or not!”
“But we promised the subjects that they’d be allowed to choose their career path once the observation period was over.” A meeker voiced man said.
“I. don’t. care.” The rougher man’s voice called back. “While they’re here, I have say in what they do, and I say that they get trained in construction right away.”
At that, footsteps started for the door. Julia quickly pulled ahead and resumed walking towards her desk. Soon the door opened, and two men came out, one short and thin, the other tall and round. “Jules,” Julia stopped frozen, “I have some new paperwork for you to do. Come here and get it.”
Julia turned around and pushed up her glasses, the harsh lighting reflecting off her glasses and hiding her eyes. “Yessir.”
As Julia stepped closer, Mr. Jenkins plopped a large pile of papers and binders into her arms. He rested an arm on her shoulder and stared into her glasses. “I need this done right away, dear.” He leaned in, darker. “Don’t disappoint.”
Julia nodded and backed away. “Understood.” Mr. Jenkins nodded and turned back towards the thin man. She walked quickly to her desk and set the papers off to the side and organized the entire set of papers that had accumulated on her desk.
She set up her desktop and started on the first set of papers that Mr. Jenkins had given her. It wasn’t long before she had to stop, one to change into her flats and two to look up something from the server on the computer.
Let’s see what the standard contract for subjects says about these ‘field trips.’ Julia thought. She tapped away at her computer and pulled up the standard contract for all subjects at the facility.
As she scanned through the document she came across a loophole for the ‘field trips.’ Ah, field trips are always optional! Now, what about the possibility of lectures…She looked though the document again. Ugh, nothing there.
Julia looked and read through all of the documents that Mr. Jenkins had given her. Looks like there isn’t anything here for lectures, but there has to be a way to protect the subjects from forced labor and effective slavery. She submitted her work that she had gotten done and went off to lunch and think about what to do.
Today she decided to sit and eat in one of the observation rooms. She sat down and started to eat her sandwich as she gazed a group of second gen subjects. They were talking, but they all looked happy and healthy. At this point only one of the group wasn’t fully transformed. The crocowolf, dragon, wolfle, bullcoon, and snotter were all fully transformed, but the goover was not.
The latest batch of subjects. She pondered a moment, I thought that transformations took longer than just a week…They must have tried a new formula.
Just then Mr. Jenkins walked in with Dr. Zwo. “Hi there, Jules,” he waved. “I see that you already submitted most of that paperwork I gave you.” He smiled half-heartedly. “But…you aren’t getting the work done fast enough. You’ll have to work on it more at home again.” Dr. Zwo snickered as he stepped up to the one-way window. Julia sighed and put away her food, returning to the office.
On her way out she heard Dr. Zwo, “It’ll be great to get some good labor around here!” He laughed. “I have high hopes for these hybrids Jenkins.”
When she had returned to her desk, she found more paperwork. She sighed and resumed working tirelessly. Once the main bell sounded for the end of the work day, she stayed behind to continue working for a bit. She wouldn’t be paid overtime though, she never did.
She had given up her social life for this job. For a moment she thought that she might be able to keep a friend when one said that she’d sign up for Project Corse: First Generation, but she had been karted away to a sister facility. Julia tried to transfer but was denied.
She leaned over her paperwork and slumped into her hands. Why am I still here? She asked. At this point, the office was empty, aside from her, and lights were starting to go out. The CCTV cameras in the facility were never designed for low light imaging, but the facility never updated them since corporate had the utmost confidence that no one would ever break into a facility. It was still a bit of a mystery to Julia.
After a while of working, she got up and wandered back to one of the observation rooms. She undid her ponytail and shook her hair out as she gazed at the dark and empty Great Hall below her.
I wanted to change the world…I worked so hard to get as far as I have, but I’ve hit my ceiling. Mr. Jenkins would never promote her to a higher position despite the fact that he gave her most of his own work. She pressed a hand to the window, thoughts of the life she left behind surging to the surface.
Tears flooded her eyes as she mourned the loss of her social life and closest friends. She had burned too many bridges to get here. She pulled back and started wandering the halls. Those subjects down there are still people. Not assets or slaves or-or mindless grunts! Julia curled her fists as years of grievances and regrets pooled in her seething eyes. Why do these IDIOTS think that humanity is something that can be stripped away like the flu? If anything, humanity is lost after a life of selfishness and greed takes over.
Julia wandered back to her desk and scribbled a quick note and posted it on her monitor: I quit!!! She clocked out.
She sped through the dark, empty hallways and down staircases until she found herself in front of the doors to the sanitation lock between the humans and beast folk. She sighed as she tapped a code into the panel by the door. She had been around long enough to know that the boys had a way to bypass the sanitation function and recording. There was no respect for privacy here.
She slipped inside and slithered through the second door into Homestead. She crawled through the shadows and entered into the dorm rooms. She ran to the end of the hall and slipped into one of the species halls where there were no subjects. She tapped on the panel to the room door and ducked inside, hidden from the prying eyes of the leaders of the facility.
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Want to skip ahead to Julia's next solo story? Read Julia: The Unwilling Participant now! Just be aware that some information may be unclear due to skipping ahead.
This short is part of the Living Transition arc.
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Julia: The Disgruntled Worker
Written by: Ryker-Wolf
Julia was an office worker at an Intramorph facility in Colorado. She primarily worked on the paperwork that the doctors and executives couldn’t be bothered to do themselves. It was a standard cubicle office job.
She often came into the office wearing a simple vertical stripe blouse with puffy shoulders tucked into a pair of black capri pants. She’d walk in with a pair of short high heels on her feet and a pair of flats in her medium-sized purse.
Her large, round glasses made her look more like a librarian than she’d like, but she just couldn’t build up the courage to do contacts instead. Julia often carried a briefcase full of paperwork in addition to her absolutely stuffed purse.
One day, she was walking into the offices and stopped when she walked by her boss’s office, Mr. Jenkins.
“I don’t care what their dreams are! We need physical labor if Dr. Zwo’s dream of building these cities is supposed to come to reality.” There was a slam on the table. “We have to set up a ‘field trip’ for the subjects and start training them in construction whether they like it or not!”
“But we promised the subjects that they’d be allowed to choose their career path once the observation period was over.” A meeker voiced man said.
“I. don’t. care.” The rougher man’s voice called back. “While they’re here, I have say in what they do, and I say that they get trained in construction right away.”
At that, footsteps started for the door. Julia quickly pulled ahead and resumed walking towards her desk. Soon the door opened, and two men came out, one short and thin, the other tall and round. “Jules,” Julia stopped frozen, “I have some new paperwork for you to do. Come here and get it.”
Julia turned around and pushed up her glasses, the harsh lighting reflecting off her glasses and hiding her eyes. “Yessir.”
As Julia stepped closer, Mr. Jenkins plopped a large pile of papers and binders into her arms. He rested an arm on her shoulder and stared into her glasses. “I need this done right away, dear.” He leaned in, darker. “Don’t disappoint.”
Julia nodded and backed away. “Understood.” Mr. Jenkins nodded and turned back towards the thin man. She walked quickly to her desk and set the papers off to the side and organized the entire set of papers that had accumulated on her desk.
She set up her desktop and started on the first set of papers that Mr. Jenkins had given her. It wasn’t long before she had to stop, one to change into her flats and two to look up something from the server on the computer.
Let’s see what the standard contract for subjects says about these ‘field trips.’ Julia thought. She tapped away at her computer and pulled up the standard contract for all subjects at the facility.
As she scanned through the document she came across a loophole for the ‘field trips.’ Ah, field trips are always optional! Now, what about the possibility of lectures…She looked though the document again. Ugh, nothing there.
Julia looked and read through all of the documents that Mr. Jenkins had given her. Looks like there isn’t anything here for lectures, but there has to be a way to protect the subjects from forced labor and effective slavery. She submitted her work that she had gotten done and went off to lunch and think about what to do.
Today she decided to sit and eat in one of the observation rooms. She sat down and started to eat her sandwich as she gazed a group of second gen subjects. They were talking, but they all looked happy and healthy. At this point only one of the group wasn’t fully transformed. The crocowolf, dragon, wolfle, bullcoon, and snotter were all fully transformed, but the goover was not.
The latest batch of subjects. She pondered a moment, I thought that transformations took longer than just a week…They must have tried a new formula.
Just then Mr. Jenkins walked in with Dr. Zwo. “Hi there, Jules,” he waved. “I see that you already submitted most of that paperwork I gave you.” He smiled half-heartedly. “But…you aren’t getting the work done fast enough. You’ll have to work on it more at home again.” Dr. Zwo snickered as he stepped up to the one-way window. Julia sighed and put away her food, returning to the office.
On her way out she heard Dr. Zwo, “It’ll be great to get some good labor around here!” He laughed. “I have high hopes for these hybrids Jenkins.”
When she had returned to her desk, she found more paperwork. She sighed and resumed working tirelessly. Once the main bell sounded for the end of the work day, she stayed behind to continue working for a bit. She wouldn’t be paid overtime though, she never did.
She had given up her social life for this job. For a moment she thought that she might be able to keep a friend when one said that she’d sign up for Project Corse: First Generation, but she had been karted away to a sister facility. Julia tried to transfer but was denied.
She leaned over her paperwork and slumped into her hands. Why am I still here? She asked. At this point, the office was empty, aside from her, and lights were starting to go out. The CCTV cameras in the facility were never designed for low light imaging, but the facility never updated them since corporate had the utmost confidence that no one would ever break into a facility. It was still a bit of a mystery to Julia.
After a while of working, she got up and wandered back to one of the observation rooms. She undid her ponytail and shook her hair out as she gazed at the dark and empty Great Hall below her.
I wanted to change the world…I worked so hard to get as far as I have, but I’ve hit my ceiling. Mr. Jenkins would never promote her to a higher position despite the fact that he gave her most of his own work. She pressed a hand to the window, thoughts of the life she left behind surging to the surface.
Tears flooded her eyes as she mourned the loss of her social life and closest friends. She had burned too many bridges to get here. She pulled back and started wandering the halls. Those subjects down there are still people. Not assets or slaves or-or mindless grunts! Julia curled her fists as years of grievances and regrets pooled in her seething eyes. Why do these IDIOTS think that humanity is something that can be stripped away like the flu? If anything, humanity is lost after a life of selfishness and greed takes over.
Julia wandered back to her desk and scribbled a quick note and posted it on her monitor: I quit!!! She clocked out.
She sped through the dark, empty hallways and down staircases until she found herself in front of the doors to the sanitation lock between the humans and beast folk. She sighed as she tapped a code into the panel by the door. She had been around long enough to know that the boys had a way to bypass the sanitation function and recording. There was no respect for privacy here.
She slipped inside and slithered through the second door into Homestead. She crawled through the shadows and entered into the dorm rooms. She ran to the end of the hall and slipped into one of the species halls where there were no subjects. She tapped on the panel to the room door and ducked inside, hidden from the prying eyes of the leaders of the facility.
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Want to skip ahead to Julia's next solo story? Read Julia: The Unwilling Participant now! Just be aware that some information may be unclear due to skipping ahead.
Category Story / Human
Species Human
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 16.8 kB
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