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"Damn you Being X!" Her baby eyes opened with shock, then looked about her surroundings, "Wait! Where am I? What's going on! I just died to that girl, and now I'm here!?" She could feel herself floating in some viscous fluid of sorts, it was green, and she could see that she was in a sort of a cylindrical tube of sorts.
"That damn cheater!" She mentally raged, that girl was brainwashed by that bastard, and powered by him. Just as she got a shot off at the girl, the girl in some last ditch effort with blazing golden eyes, snapped her arm out with a handgun and fired a shot.
Tanya had been so exhausted, she had been unable to put any feasible barrier up, leaving the bullet to puncture through her skull. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" She wanted to reach out with her arms and pound against the glass of her prison, but by the looks of things, she was a baby once more. All over again!
But why was she in this green liquid? How was she able to breathe in this stuff? Where was she? So many questions piled up in her mind. Any panic would be fruitless, seeming as how she was floating in this stuff just fine, her next train of thought was her troops.
At the very least, she hoped they finished the job without her in Russy…wait, why was she worrying about them at all!? And why was she worrying about Visha and the rest of her top men!? Stupid emotions, they should be just fine on their own without her.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by distant yelling that was gradually getting closer to the room she was in, of which, she could almost make out as some sort of lab, though it was hard to see a bit with the distortion in the refraction of the curved cylindrical tube she was in.
"I don't care if the profit margins are next to nothing, just get me that damn company! I want them working for me now!" The voice soon became clear as the doorway at the far end opposite of her opened with a hiss upwards, making it clear to her that she was more definitely in some distant future, an old woman with a heart shape hair style stormed into the room she was in, wearing a full body blue body suit, and a pair of black boots that went up to her knees.
Behind her, she was followed by a young looking female red headed office worker, "Yes ma'am, right away ma'am!" The girl responded crisply, while behind her, three boys peeked in from the opened door, before quickly following suit after the two women.
The old woman on the other hand stormed up to her tank with an annoyed seething look, "Fuckers think they can take a piece of my black energy market!? Not on my watch!" She snapped with seething anger.
She watched as the old woman step in front of her tank, and whipped out a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, popped out a cigarette from her pack, placed it in her mouth then pocketed the pack back, "What are you looking out?" She grouched with the cigarette still in the corner of her mouth.
Who the…who is this woman? Is she the reason she's in this tank!?
The old hag of a woman lit her cigarette and smirked at her, "Well, at least you're finally awake." She took a long drag from her cigarette, and pulled it out from her mouth to let it rest between her fingers, and blew out a large cloud of smoke across the surface of her glass prison.
The old woman smirked at her, "Perks of growing a modified clone of myself in a vat, not dealing with those cry baby noises and the smell of diapers!" she smirked to herself.
She couldn't help but glare at this woman, she was a clone of her!? And what did she mean by modified!?
One of the boys, the brown haired one, raised his arm up shyly, "but mommy, you never changed any of our diapers."
The 'mom' of the boy snapped at him, "Shut up Larry! I said I had to deal with the smell! Why do you think I had nannies look after you!" she yelled with anger, making the three boys shirk back in fear.
She glared at this woman, did this mean she was this woman's offspring?...Well, this wasn't the worse, compared to her last life…at the very least. Living in that orphanage with scraps of food dwindling…
By the sounds of things, she would be taken care of, and this woman sounds like she was in charge of a large company…
The old woman turned and faced her, took another long dragged from her cigarette, finishing it off, flicked it to the nearby waste bin for her cigarettes that looked almost full, and got herself out another one and repeated the process of getting it ready for her to take a drag from. "Listen you little shit, I know you can hear me, don't be like your sniveling little brothers, you had better grow some damn backbone once I'm done having you grow in that vat!" she barked with sneering anger.
The black haired boy stepped forward with an attempt of a smirk, "Mother, I have some backbone." He raised his hand.
'Mother' reeled around and glared at the boy, "Then show some of it Walt!" The boy stumbled back a bit in fear, but kept some semblance of bravery, "Get out there and make your mother some money! This business empire will not end with me, damn it!" She yelled.
The last boy that had yet to chime in, smiled and raised his arm like the others did, "I made some money with my lemonade stand mommy!" He chimed in, a goofy grin and dopey eye look plastered on his face.
Mom raised a brow at that, took a slow puff from her cigarette, removed it from her mouth, tapped the ashes off, of which landed on the floor, shortly before they were swept up by a robot vacuum, "Oh really now?" she sneered, "How much you make, Igner?" she glared.
Igner doofily giggled, and held out a stack of cash, "I bought the other kids' stalls, and made them work for me! Did I do good mommy!?"
She watched as her new mother storm over to Igner, swiped his cash, counted it, and pocketed it before giving one bill back, "Try again, but this time, I want to see a briefcase of money, not some handful!" She yelled into the boy's face.
Igner frowned and expressed hurt, before giggling and saluted to his mom with a goofy tongue out, "I'll try my best mommy!"
This was…going to be a complicated future for her. An abusive mother on one hand, but by the looks of things, she could have had it worse with no family at all…
Was this some sort of sick joke by that Damn Being X!? Put her up with some rich ceo, but is abusive with her children!?
Whatever, she'd work with this, she'd dealt with worse than some yelling-
SLAP
She saw in an instant as the mother of four kids now, slapped all three of her boys, and pointed them out the door, "YOUR TEACHER SENT ME YOUR REPORT CARDS! Walt, you got an A minus in business mathematics, despicable! I expected better from you out of the three of my boys!" Walt looked ashamed of himself.
Mother then glared at Larry, "A C minus in English class! I should slap you again for that!" Larry wept a bit, before getting slapped by mother.
Lastly mother glared at Igner, "And you? My words are lost on a failure like you. At least you got street smarts, like some idiot savant…" She groused.
All three boys shuddered while they held their cheeks in pain, "Now scram!" Mother pointed them out the door, to which all three boys stumbled over each other and ran out the room.
The other female kept silent throughout the whole affair, no doubt wanting to keep her job.
She glared at mother as she strutted back to her glass prison, she was not going to be putting up with that sort of abuse.
Mother halted and stood before her cylinder, took a drag from her cigarette, blew out her smoke, flicked the bud into the nearby ash can, and blew out smoke with annoyance, "What are you glaring at?" she spoke.
After a round of seconds passed, mother questioned something from the female worker, "Why's my clone daughter's hair blonde?" She questioned.
The worker shrugged, "you asked for a modified clone so that she doesn't degrade, and is possible of passing off her genes, ma'am. So your scientist had to make sure her gene sequence from your own, was different enough so that she is and is not a clone of yourself. It's all right here." The woman handed over a holoclip board that projected numbers and words that looked too advanced for her mind right now.
Mother yanked the clipboard from her worker, her eyes scanned information from the hologram.
She was definitely in the far distant future of Earth…that is, if she's on Earth at all.
Mother smirked, tossed the holoclipboard back to her worker, "Well my little Tanya, be ready to leave that cozy space of yours." she then frowned and poked at her confines, "School starts at three years old, so get ready!" She barked, before removing her finger from her confines.
Mother then smiled motherly, a weird look coming from her, "But in the meanwhile, have fun learning one hundred different languages!" her motherly smile then darkened into a cruel grin, "Cause we have much work ahead of us, for soon, mom corp will rule over all!" She cackled with her fingers clenching the air.
…is her new mother a megalomaniac?
Ten Years later
Mom Corp
"TANYA!" Mother's voice resounded throughout the suite of the top floor.
Inside the building, Tanya was in the middle of doing her second college year of business, marketing and finances. She had been put through the ringer, mom had not let up in drilling everything into her the moment she could walk, and it did not help matters that she was smart enough to know general knowledge well beyond what a child can do.
But whatever kids were able to learn these days, by the looks of it, kids were learning advanced mathematics and beyond well into their childhood years. So she had no excuse to not act like a genius, because every other toddler and child were already learning stuff you'd expect what someone in high school of her first life would learn.
She was indeed well into the far future, as the date was 2989, just near the turn of the next century, and big third millennium.
While Tanya sat in her personal room, surrounded by bookshelves and a single bed, her desk was situated in the middle like it was supposed to look like she was sitting in an office. Looking up from her paperwork, Tanya glared at the door as it opened up as mother stormed in with a stack of papers gripped in her hands.
"Yes?" Tanya hissed out, she was busy, and mother was making her studies difficult interrupting her homework.
Mother stormed up to her desk and slammed the stack of papers down, "What the hell is this!?" She jabbed her finger into the papers, which seemed ironic that in this day and age, people still used paper.
But from what Tanya had learned, bureaucrats were a major factor in this life, everything needed triplicate, and those triplicates needed the exact number of stamps and so on, bureaucracy was quite honestly turned up well past the dial's recommended setting.
So paper was a major factor in everything.
Tanya looked down at the papers that mother slammed down on her desk, "Stocks?" She questioned, then glared back up at mother, "My stocks…" she hissed back.
Mother glared balefully at her daughter, "Don't you make that look at me! Why did you invest into the market for the eastern galaxy train!? I told you to invest into the northern train!" she shouted.
Tanya scowled back, "I plan on buying them out damnit!" She stood up on her chair and collected her stocks, and snarled at her.
Mother glared back, "You little shit, I was going to buy them out!" She slammed her fist into Tanya's desk, and made for a slap at Tanya with her other hand.
Tanya quickly leaned back with an angry snarl, and slapped mother's wrist away, "Too late! It's mine now, get your own, old hag!" she shouted.
Mother scowled, slowly leaned off from Tanya's desk, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. "Little fucker, you're lucky you're my own." she grouched with smoke leaving her lips.
She hated this, but this was too good of a foot in the door, she had all the resources at her fingertips through her biological mother. She would tear down momcorp, it was too big for its own good; after she looked into it, it was practically a monopoly, it left no room for competition with how big Momcorp was.
Tanya would yank the entire business from mother, while she was on her death bed, or when she least expected it. But for now, she had many years ahead of her to prepare her work. Years to prepare the perfect acquisition of all stocks and ownership from mother.
Tanya glared and slowly sat back down, "What else did you need, old hag!" she scowled, "I'm a bit busy with college, as you can see!" She griped.
Mother, taking another drag from her cigarette, glared back again, "I need you to go over to Mexico, my branch down there is underperforming. Get down there and straighten that place up!" she ordered.
Tanya scowled once more, "I'm in the middle of college! Do it yourself!" she slammed her fist down.
Mother took another swing at Tanya, another slap attempt, only for Tanya to duck, and duck again when mother tried to do a surprise second slap. Tanya seethed at mother, "When I was your age-" Mother held her cigarette between her fingers, and pointed her finger at Tanya, "I was already in college, and owned my own shipping company. So don't whine to me damn it!"
Both mother and daughter glared at each other, before Tanya spoke, "Twenty percent." she began to smirk.
Mother frowned, and glared, "What was that?"
Tanya kept her smirk up, "You want me to go down to Mexico, shape it back up while I'm doing college classes? Give me twenty five percent ownership of Momcorp." This was either going to work or not, regardless, she was willing to argue over this.
Mom frowned, placed her cigarette between her lips, crossed her arms, and glared, "Five percent you little shit." She seemed more than willing to let Tanya have ownership into her company already.
Tanya relaxed her smirk, and frowned, "Ten percent." She counter offered.
Mom tapped her foot, took a puff from her cigarette, exhaled out and spoke, "Seven percent, with two million dollars as a stipend for your trip." she offered back with a scowl.
Now, most would think two million is too big or generous…they would be right, but to mom, it was pocket change.
Tanya ran the numbers in her mind, before smirking, "deal." She agreed, before mother scowled at her while thumbing at the door.
"Good, now leave! I want that factory in Mexico working their numbers back up to passable numbers!" Mother barked out.
Tanya looked forward to the face when she yanked Momcorp from her mother's fingers.