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2989 New New York
MomCorp
Towering over many of its surrounding buildings and skyscrapers, MomCorp's main hub of activity had golden colors that painted its architecture. From out the side of the building, a black hover limousine vehicle flew out and up into the sky at a steady increasing speed through the air traffic. Inside the vehicle, Tanya sat in the back with a keyboard on her lap.
Her face expressed annoyance as she tapped away at the holo-keyboard that projected out two hologram screens in front of her, one was an assignment of one of her college classes, the other was the reports from the Mexican Branch of MomCorp. She had to split her attention between the two if she had to get anything done.
Dressed in a formal blue dress attire that Mom talked her into wearing, she demanded that Tanya keep the appearance up in public for the company's pr, to show a 'homey' and 'hearty' feeling to their loyal customers. Tanya would curse her mom for forcing her to wear this dress, but her mother despised her own 'grandma' looking suit as well.
If anything was shared between them, they both hated wearing their dress suits. At the very least, she was allowed to get rid of the dress once she was behind closed doors. Underneath her dress were black dress boots for the dress that went up to her knees, form fitting green pants and a white shirt, nothing fancy, nothing special, just simple. She could be rid of this damn dress once she reached 'her' office in Mexico.
She agreed that PR was needed for any company, but she would figure out a better looking attire once she got around to it. Anything was better than this blue dress that matched her mother's in color, it almost matched the red dress her previous life was forced to wear for that photo op for the empire.
Tanya looked away from her screens, her annoyed blue eyed gaze glanced out her windows, already she was all beyond the city and on her way to Mexico, it would probably be five more minutes or less. "Gee! What's gotten you mad, Sister Miller!" her robot driver asked with a chipper voice.
Tanya's harsh look swiveled to the back of her Chauffeur, whatever mom did, she updated the systems of all robots to acknowledge her as 'Mom's' Daughter. By the sounds of it, it honestly made it look like her mother was preparing for the robots to all call her 'Sister' Tanya, once their 'Mom' passed away. It was disgusting, and put in another notch of a fix to this mess she was in.
Her robot chauffeur himself was built into the driver's seat, with just a torso and arms. His mouth was a cylindrical voice box, bulb-like eyes inside a visor and a hat to match the look of a chauffeur. His head was fully turned to look at her, while his robot arms steered as he was programmed without any danger of him ignoring where they were headed.
Tanya scowled at the robot, "Just call me Tanya, robot." She hissed, not feeling like dealing with this automaton that ran on codes, ones and zeroes. "Just dealing with my own problems." She explained. Focusing her attention back to her college work, she submitted her assignment for her aerospace class for the left screen, and focused her attention to her right screen to read what the quarterly results were for the Mexican branch of MomCorp.
"Well, gee!" The robot reacted with a chipper tone, turning his head back around to see the front, "I bet with that attitude, you must be swamped with work! I know the feeling, you should try and find time for a good drink! That always helps my days!!" He chimed back.
Tanya acknowledged him with a grunt, her fingers tapped away at the holo-glass keyboard of her laptop. "Let me guess, you drink 'Mom' approved beer?" She snarked back.
"Nah!" Her chauffeur chuckled, "I drink Pabst Blue Robot! The metal shavings help clean out my systems!" His answer made Tanya pause in her typing.
She slowly looked up at the back of his head, "I see, I've almost forgotten mom has yet to debut any of her own beer yet…" she mused. She could beat her mother there, and corner the market…wait, what was she thinking!? That was a terrible idea! Being X must be messing with her here, or her genetics with mom was making her inclined to want a monopoly over everything.
Tanya shook her head, and continued typing, her next college course was on robotic engineering followed by warp speed mathematics. This was nothing short of exhausting on her mind already, but she could not fail in these, she needed to absorb as much information as she could to get ahead in this life. Every bit of knowledge was a stepping stone to yanking everything from her mother.
Chiming back after what Tanya last said as her chauffeur landed the hover limousine, he turned his head a one eighty, and spoke with a chipper and excited voice, "Well gee! Well if you venture into making your own brand of beer, I'll be your first customer if you choose to make your own beer!" He offered her.
Tanya shut down her laptop, and pressed a button on her keyboard; the entire thing collapsed in on itself and became a card the size of something you could slide into a wallet. Tanya looked back at her chauffeur and offered him a shrug with a careless look of indifference, all the while she pocketed her laptop card into her dress pocket, "We'll see." she responded, before she slid along her seat, opened her door and hopped out.
Tanya could feel the intense heat, more so with the ozone layer fully gone after centuries of pollution. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, life moved on without Earth's ozone. Just goes to show life on Earth was very hardy.
Glancing around, she saw the entire complex for the factory around her, employee homes and a street with sidewalks; Tanya turned around and leaned into the hover vehicle to grab a suitcase, and brought it out and carried it off with her after she shut the door of the hover limousine. The limousine itself was driven off by her chauffeur up into the air and off back to MomCorp HQ, while she continued walking to the front entrance of the robot factory.
She grimaced as she felt the intense heat under this dress, cursing her mother again that she allowed herself to be talked into wearing this damn thing. She earned a few glances from the human employees that were exiting the building, one even looked surprised and said, "OH! It's Mom's little girl!" He spoke while holding a door up for her, "Helping your darling mom little girl!?" He asked her.
Tanya paused and looked up at the man, a simple office worker with fair skin and brown hair, "I am." She spoke with a clipped tone, "Mother has sent me down to fix an issue this place has." She narrowed her eyes up at him.
The man seemed to sweat, gulped and fanned himself, watching as she continued on, "Well it's nice to see such a nice little girl like you belong to mom!" He hollered over to her, most likely trying to brown nose her.
She would look into his files, he already looked guilty. But for now, she needed to see what the whole problem was for this factory. Mom said the output of robots and other products declined by a margin of twenty percent, she was to fix that issue.
Tanya had already looked at the needs the factory fulfilled around the clock, orders for products hadn't declined, someone or a group of workers were messing around and not doing their job enough.
"UGH!" Tanya hissed in anger as she yanked and pulled her dress off over her head, and threw it across Mom's office room of this factory branch, the suitcase she bought in with her was set off to the side for later use. The blue dress itself landed onto the couch on the side, leaving her with the clothes she wore underneath the annoying dress.
Storming over to the desk, Tanya pulled out the hover office chair, and hopped into it. Feeling around the armrests of the office chair, Tanya found the buttons and raised the chair in the air for her to reach the desk; pulling herself forward to the office desk, she pressed a button on the intercom, "Who's the secretary for this place!" She hissed out.
Releasing her finger from the button, the intercom came to life with a robotic voice, "Welcome Sister Tanya, Mom notified me of you coming, how may I help?" The robotic intercom chimed back.
Tanya was unable to stop her eye from twitching, before she spoke back to the intercom bot, "You will cease calling me sister Tanya as your first order, second, you will address me as Tanya, and third, bring me one of our on site inspectors." She ordered with a blistering cold tone.
The intercom bot chimed back, "My pleasure, Miss Tanya, calling in inspector five, Hermes Conrad. Will that be all Miss Tanya?"
"No, you can leave now." She ordered, before realizing her mistake that she was talking to an intercom robot that-
"As you command, Miss Tanya." The intercom robot responded, as it stood up for robotic legs, walked across the desk, hopped down from the top, and exited the room with a hiss of the doors opening to the sides.
Hermes Conrad
Being called to the office of Mom's Mexican factory branch was never good, it always meant she was here and heads were about to roll. Maybe it was found out that he let that Bending Unit continue off the line? Well it didn't matter, he already filled out his resignation form in quadruplicate and triple stamped.
As Hernes approached the office of Mom, the doors already hissed open to their sides, let out the intercom bot walk out passed him, allowing Hermes to walk in without waiting for the doors to open for him.
Walking in, he expected to see mom and her three sons, they were always not seen far from her, what he did not expect to see was Mom's youngest offspring. Sister Tanya. He still remembers seeing the PR video MomCorp broadcasted to the masses.
"Hello dearies, it's me, mom!" The grandmotherly mom herself sat on a rocking chair with a ball of yarn and needles, knitting a sweater as she spoke, "As you may know, I'm old." she expressed solemn hurt, and set down her knitting needles.
Mom then expressed joy, "But fear not! MomCrop will carry on!" she gestures out with her hand for someone to walk in, "My sons will still have part of the company, but Mom can't trust them enough on their own, so she brought into the world a sister!"
A blonde haired girl walked in with an embarrassed and dower look, dressed in a blue dress and hair tied up in a blue ribbon, "Say Hello to MomCorp's newest family member!" She cooed while bringing her hands together beside her cheek like a doting mother that loved her child. "You all can call her Sister Tanya!"
"...hi?"
The girl herself grimaced, and waved, showing what any child would do, embarrassment and shyness in front of a camera. Mom looked back at the camera, "Remember, mom loves you all, that will be all for this broadcast dearies!" She expressed a kind grandmotherly smile.
Hermes, like any worker high up on the corporate ladder with MomCorp, knew better beyond that PR broadcast. Behind the facade of 'Mom', was a very nasty woman. His NDA with MomCorp was ironclad, that he couldn't speak a word about the 'mom' beyond the PR to the masses.
And for a young Hermes who just had a son born a month ago, he liked to have his professional career as a bureaucrat safe and secure. He would not speak a word of truth about Mom's true personality behind the televised screens.
With that in mind though, sitting at the desk was Tanya Miller, and like mother like daughter, she was letting her real personality show behind closed doors. Hermes walked further in and stood across the desk from Tanya.
The little preteen girl herself expressed annoyance as she was looking at her holoscreen, before she snapped her gaze at him, "Mister Conrad." she acknowledged gruffly, "That was fast." She noted, her tone of voice showing no anger at him,
Hermes offered a simple unsure smile, He thumbed behind him, "My office is just down the hallway…so…it wasn't that much of a walk." He reasoned, trying his best to offer his best professional attitude with her.
A young child Tanya was, but like all children, they grew up fast and developed high intellect depending on who their birth parents are. Given the fact she's Mom's daughter, she was probably already in high school classes by now or in her first college class courses.
He hoped his own son would be smart like her, that would be nice.
Tanya lifted a brow at his words, before lowering it back down and looked back at her computer holoscreen, "Well, regardless of that, I've requested your presence here to assist me in sorting out the mess of this factory." she ordered.
Expressing his own surprise, so he wasn't found out about him letting that faulty bending unit go? Well, whichever the case may be, he wasn't going to work for MomCorp anyways…
"About that." Hermes nervously spoke up, earning Tanya's attention, a piercing gaze shot at him from her, "Um…I've um, I have a resignation form, I'm quitting this company."
Tanya's piercing gaze lightened up at his words, to her surprise, "Quitting?" she questioned, and looked at her screen, most likely looking at his employee records, "Shows here you've been an exemplary employee, everything is in order…" she looked back at him with a furrowed gaze, "Are you sure you wanna leave Mister Conrad?"
…well…this was a bit weird. He fully expected her to yell at him or be angry. He must be expecting too much out of the young girl to act like her mom.
Hermes sighed and nodded while he pulled out his resignation form, "Yes, I am certain. I have a newborn son in New New York City with my wife, and I want to find a less taxing job to be there for him." He reasoned with the girl. Working this far from home was okay on its own, but the five to ten minute commute from New New York to Mexico was a bit taxing.
Tanya frowned, and stood up on her chair to accept the resignation form, and sat back down, "I see…do you need a recommendation letter from me?" She asked, expressing a plain look.
Hermes, again, was surprised by this girl, "um…yes?" He asked, unsure if she was tricking him with that question or not.
Tanya 'hm'ed' and typed away at her holocomputer, and printed out a paper from the printer behind her. The girl moved with her chair to the back, pulled out the paper from the printer, moved back to her desk, and leaned forward to grab the officiating stamp from out of one of the desks drawers. "I actually called you up to help me with this factory's production, but I suppose I'll be doing this on my own." She grouched as she was about to stamp his recommendation letter.
"Wait!" Hermes stammered out, holding his hand out, making the girl stop from officiating on his official leave of the company. She looked up at him with her stamp still in hand. Hermes rubbed the back of his neck in uncertainty, "Well, when you put it that way." He smiled a bit, he couldn't say no to straightening out a bureaucratic problem.
"Since it's my last day, I can help." Hermes smiled a bit at the girl, she looked like she could use the help. Who knows how much pressure Mom puts on the little girl.
The girl slowly grinned, "Ah, thank you!" She smirked, making Hermes unsure if he made the right choice of helping the girl for a day, before he officially resigned. It couldn't be too bad, right?
Flashback, after the PR broadcast
"And cut!" Walt announced, shutting the camera off and gave his mother a thumbs up, "Well done Mom and sister!" He smirked evilly. "The masses will eat that up!"
"Yeah! good job mom!" Larry agreed with a cowardly smile and applause.
Igner laughed with a goofy eyed look, "Sister Tanya and Mom look nice!" He clapped.
Mom frowned and stood up, the grandmother suit opened up from the back, allowing Mom to step out from it and palm her back, "Damn it! That thing is a piece of shit!" She yelled, her back cracked as she corrected her posture to stand up straight, she gestured for her boys to come over to her while she whipped out a cigarette, lit it, and took deep drag from it.
"UARGH!" Tanya's high shrilled anger filled the room as she threw off her dress and glared at her mother. Mom sneered back at her as she blew out a puff of smoke.
Once the boys reached her, she slapped all three, "Shut up!" She yelled with her cigarette handing loosely in the corner of her mother, the boys covered their cheeks in pain, before she stepped over to Tanya and slap at her, "Don't-" she ended up missing Tanya, as her daughter dodged and glared at her, making Mom try and backhand her as a follow up, "Scream at me!" She missed again as Tanya ducked and slapped her hand away.
"Screw you old hag!" Tanya hissed at her mom, and stormed off to sit on a couch, while making the boys gasp in shock at their sister.
Mom reeled on her boys with another slap across their cheeks in quick succession, making a resounding three slaps of cheeks slapped, and pointed them out the door, "Now get the footage broadcasted now!" she yelled, making her boys stumble over themselves and race to leave out the room and do as ordered.
Mom sneered in anger at the backs of her boys as they disappeared out the room and into the hallway, before she rounded on her daughter with a snarl, "And I told you, the PR branch needed the footage, so don't back talk me you little shit!" She pointed at her daughter.
Tanya meanwhile was in the middle of pulling out a keyboard with a holoscreen, and began tapping away, "Shut up you old hag, and I told you I had an assignment that needed done!" She snapped back.
Mom glared at her daughter, before she snarled puffed from her cigarette again, and blew out some smoke, "Then you should have finished that assignment ahead of time!" she barked back with anger.
Tanya looked over at her mother, "Not my fault you have a terrible schedule you old hag!" She spat back.
"Why you little!" She leaned against her rocker, pulled her boot off, and stormed over to Tanya to try and swing her boot at her daughter. "Don't sass me little shit!" She missed Tanya as her daughter ducked and rolled off the couch and walked away with her holo lap top under her arms.
Tanya stood away from her mom and glared, "Get your own shit in order, old hag! I have my schedule, you have yours! Don't drag both of us down just cause you rely on brother Walt to manage your time slots!" she hissed back.
Mom leaned against her couch, slipped her boot back on, took a long drag from her cigarette, and flicked the bud away into a nearby ash try, "Little pissant child." she sneered, and watched her daughter leave the room. "She gets all that piss and vinegar from me." she groused.