The meeting at old 48 is lively. Some script kiddie had managed to think an expensive troupe of performers aboard Synth Paste billboard ships were prostitutes, and apparently whatever mindrot they were on had spread.
"Adrian? Adrian, look at this. They actually are that dumb." "I'm telling you, Slate, this is what happens when you don't eat food whose nutritional value hasn't been calculated by actual experts. I bet this Chloe is fat, old, and feeble-minded." The meeting dissolves into pointing and laughing at everyone who bought it. "Want this one? I have to go chew out the blustering idiot, then I have to attend another Technocrat dissection. This one might even have original parts and not just more Kishiro bootlegs, and your boys, Ivy, can't wait to dig into those."
You may consider the following:
Chloe is a confirmed fat (110 kg and rising!) old boomer who assumes everyone else to be as constantly horny as she is.
To this end, she has begun orchestrating the abduction of traveling bands, theater troupes, and other such entertainment on the assumption that they be, as she says, "hoes".
Stop swallowing the bait like it's as delicious as our Synth Paste, it's embarrassing.
Adrian Robinson
Customer Relations, Synth Foods, Inc.
