Paul did not mind telling them what to do at all. They had their sexy times for an hour and a half. It was not their full tank, but it was enough cumming to get their females pregnant. That was what their current mission was. All of the males were done, so they could put their X-frames away. Now, it was time for all of the females to stay and incubate. The rest of us would be doing business as usual. We just had to keep appearances up for 9 weeks. The humans working for us were concerned when they did not see them for 2 weeks without contact. By the third week, they were openly complaining to us. Humans were the writers and accompaniment of the tracks. How were they to get feedback if they ones the were assigned to were not there? Chester Kim and Simon were the only group unaffected as Robotic Strings. Erica was the only present Wild Child. Caleb and Carl were gone. That meant only 4 of the 6C's. Benson, Jane and William of Quadrilaterals were also MIA now. That only left Marcus here in the group. Cindy and Maria were the audio engineers. That was a big downsize from 5.
Our excuse was that we were piloting a schedule where the talent could come in after hours to do work. We owned the company. If we said it, it was what happened. No matter how idiotic the policy. The missing members simply drew the secret lottery and then took the offer. In order to keep up appearances even further, we had some paperwork prepared. It was easy for Cindy and I to just bring the records we had down to the clan building for them to listen to. They made some small notes and wrote messages on what they wanted. Of course, that then shifted all of the blame to Paul Brett and I. Just as planned. Why the fuck would we hide this from them!? They had been worrying themselves sick and twiddling their thumbs for no reason. Paul just looked at them. "Because these notes are shit. There is a reason that we hired you to do this work and not them." That was true. Their notes were every bit as robotic and inhuman as they were. Implementing them would not have been good at all. Seeing it for themselves, they agreed and got back to work. That was the last of their questioning.
Keeping this huge secret for so long was both very empowering and disturbing at the same time. It was really energizing to think on our feet as a group and do what we needed to do to keep the wool over everyone's eyes. On the other hand, it was bad that it was actually working. We were on the side of the alien interlopers. Is this really the best people could do? That was actually pretty depressing to me. Paul and Brett were Devils. They honestly did not care either way. Nothing really mattered to them in this game. As long as they were having fun, that was what they would do. Even if that meant betraying the PEPs one day. To be fair, they did not interact with the main thrust of the main quest much at all. They were just going around and fighting thugs and dating random NPCs. Fucking and fighting was cool, but it did not get our clan anywhere. I was the one that had to be on top of things. It was not like they were helping out the other colonists that were stuck here with us either. I was not too concerned with them. I already maxed out my paladin class skills and had all of the magic.
