Maki shook her head. "The data that we need to give to our boss is actually procedural things. Things we learned over the course of these 10 years. Which, is sadly not as much as you'd think. There are a hell of a lot more failures then there were successes. But, you were a great success! We can do this later down the line once we regain funding and rebuild out lab. But. This place is lost. All the additional information on the file is mostly smaller projects, amusing company picture files, personal projects some of the scientist were working on, a few really big projects that were canceled. 12 terabytes of porn and at least 200 fake projects that are designed to take up a lot of space in order to throw off anyone who gets the data. And, probably most importantly... Your digital brain. If anyone got a hole of THAT. Well. Mixed with our research notes they could very well mass produce you"<br/><br/>The Ork and Pinkie seemed to be continuing to enjoy themselves, now frothing each other while kissing each other. Sloppily making out with each other while groping the other. Pinkie giving the ork a spank while he continued pinning her against the wall, cumming on each other some more.<br/><br/>The punk gave a smirk. "Oh. Hell yeah, it can deafen people and make it impossible to cast magic! I've been planning on killing those fuck-brains for the Longest time!.. Actually I kind of do. Frequently. Us even working with the Orks, Dolls, and Grandmpa's was more because they paid us a fuck ton to get a ton of fuck. They didn't give us a name. But we don't work like that. We traced them back to the Redscale Bitch. Pharmaceutical owner. Big dragon lady with a shit ton of kids. Gives Drugs to high schoolers then sells them the drugs that cure the drugs. Is an active member of the community, watering flowers, and shit. God I hate that bitch. But. It was a shit ton of money. And like, all we had to do was kill a bunch of corp. scumbags to help another corp scumbag who was probs gonna just do it anyway." S<br/><br/>Maki turned. "Hey those were my colleges!"<br/><br/>The DJ lowered her shades. "Uhuh. Listen. I looked at some of the shit you were working on-"<br/><br/>"We canceled those projects!"<br/><br/>"Remote Self Destruct chips in brain implants?"<br/><br/>"That sounds bad. But. You have to understand that the intent was to use on prisoners"<br/><br/>"And yet. Stories of people having brain anurisms from people, whom through our research...has been known to have come from<em>your</em>company"<br/><br/>"-W-wait what? No!- okay yes but- We found out the people responsible were went rouge! We never officially authorized that! They were taken care of!"<br/><br/>"Yeah yeah. You're one of the<em>good </em>ones. I get it. "Not all megacorp drones" am I right?"<br/><br/>Hostility seemed to start stemming between the two of them.<br/><br/><br/><br/>