We would also have a garden for them. For this garden, I decided to make it a rock garden. The other one was filled with sand. Each addition would take about 3 days to finish. To actually power everything, we were going to have to add some generators to the existing bay as well. All in all, it would take about 3 weeks in-game. That was fine with us. Because we had been waiting so long, we had been able to make some progress figuring out what I needed to do. It was extremely hard to parse through since we were now dealing with alien code. In the meantime, things had been moving along in the clan building despite the setback I had setting things up. It was job and it was something I had to do. 0911 followed me around like a puppy. Unlike the others, instead of disdain for Sunny and Lucy, he trembled. It was intimidating. The elevator and the short hallway for the third subbasement labs were done with the first week. The AEP lab opened next. It had the standard fabricator, whiteboard and operating table of the other labs. This one was very special for our new AEP unit members.
The fact that there was a circle of chairs that were hooked up to wires in the ceiling put it a step above the others. There was a port in the right armrest that allowed them to plug in. From there, they could get their missions from the hub directly. It only lasted for 3 days. Once the PEA lab was finished, a breaker was flipped and there was a lack of power to the whole clan building. That made me really unpopular with all of cyborgs in the clan. They were so mad in fact, they sat me down and would not let me leave the building. Catching flack for the garden was the worst. I already set things in motion well in advance, so I could not change it. After the PEA lab was another extension to their hallway and then the rock garden. It was dark and filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes. It looked pretty interesting, but because the cyborgs had no way to appreciate art, they got pissed off even more. It was not a good day. Even Ryder, Sparks and Maroon were pissy with me. They fucking loved me. They surrounded me and began to yell at me. I tried to explain it to them, but they were not having it.
Sighing, I submitted to the verbal abuse. "The only reason we are here is because anyone else would be punching you by now. You better have this figured out soon!" Maroon said. "I don't know how you could think we would need a plot for stupid rocks rather than power to the building!" Ryder said with an exasperated tone. "We are counting on you to take the job seriously for us. We can't access our X-frames until we get the power on!" Sparks whined. That was bad. I told them the situation and said "The only thing we can do is wait for the generators to be built. Maybe 3 or 6 days. Depending on how much we need." Not good. I had to log out. They were actually willing to punch me now. When I got back, there were some in here that I did not know. I looked over to a group and pointed at them. "Who're they?" I asked. They looked like a group of prostitutes. Brett walked over and pointed to them. "You don't remember them? C'mon. These are the AEP units in our clan. I thought that they should make use of all the nanites. No one needs them to be 7 foot 1 when on a mission."
Brett continued his sales pitch. "Especially one that needs stealth. I showed them some outfits and they made them out of the paste from their bodies. I like it. It also cuts down on their height and they look much better than the gray Barbie dolls." he finished. Paul shook and said "When he told me about it, I did not think he would pull shit straight form a hentai." Looking at them, I could really believe it. They were much shorter than before. They were now about 5 foot 10 or 6 foot 1 for the girls. They also looked fit and toned. Obviously due to the reference material. It was straight out of a porn. They all posed and tried to be seen. They seemed to like it. If that was the case, I had no problems. Paul seemed to hate it. I just shrugged. I had no real problems with it aside from it probably giving NPCs the wrong idea about what we were going here. Not that any of us really cared what the NPCs of the world would day. If they got too bothersome, we would just kill them and be done with it. I saw Paul groan. Going against the tide was not worth it. On second thought, why can't I design too?
