Return to the conference room to discuss the mayoral transformation plan with your inner circle deciding instead to create new collective and you tell your servant to find someone with a heart of of gold who wants to heal the city ideally a nun with a crisis of faith and you will explain your plan once the person is here
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You leave the laboratory and return to the conference room where your inner circle awaits your next directive. Victoria stands near the holographic display showing economic projections, while Maxine examines transformation data on her tablet. Commander Athena stands at attention near the door, and Marion sits with her leather-clad legs crossed at the conference table.
"We need to discuss the mayoral transformation plan," you announce as you enter the room. "But I've been thinking about something else entirely."
Tina, who's been leaning against the doorframe, raises a pierced eyebrow. "What's on your fucking mind, boss?"
"A new collective," you say, your seven-and-a-half-foot form commanding the room's attention. "Something different from what we've built so far. I want someone with a heart of gold—someone who genuinely wants to heal this city."
Victoria tilts her head, her platinum blonde hair cascading over one shoulder. "Interesting concept. What specifically are you looking for?"
"Ideally a nun with a crisis of faith," you explain, settling into your oversized chair at the head of the table. "Someone who's questioning their path but remains committed to helping others. Someone pure."
Maxine's eyes light up behind her glasses. "A fascinating counterpoint to our more... hedonistic collectives. I could design a specialized transformation that preserves that essential purity while redirecting it to serve your vision."
Commander Athena steps forward. "I'll deploy reconnaissance units immediately. The Security Collective can identify potential candidates matching these parameters within hours."
"No," you say, holding up a hand. "This requires a more delicate touch. I want them brought in willingly, not monitored or stalked."
Marion uncrosses her legs, the leather of her dominatrix outfit creaking as she leans forward. "I have connections at St. Elizabeth's Convent on the north side. Sister Grace Wilson has been counseling troubled youth in the Riverside district for years. She's been openly questioning church doctrine on helping the disadvantaged."
"Perfect," you purr. "Bring her here—but respectfully. No transformation field exposure, no priming. I want her completely untouched by our technology until she's here."
Marion nods and rises, her enhanced curves straining against her leather attire. "I'll handle it personally. She trusts me—I've assisted with legal aid for several of her youth programs."
"When will you explain this new collective concept to us?" Victoria asks, her crimson lips forming a curious smile.
"When Sister Grace arrives," you reply. "I want to see her first, assess her potential myself. Then I'll share my vision with all of you."
Tina pushes off from the doorframe. "Sounds fucking mysterious. I like it."
"In the meantime," you continue, "let's review our mayoral transformation strategy. Maxine, what's the latest on Kevin Richards?"
Maxine swipes through her tablet. "Mayor Richards' schedule has him attending the charity gala at the Metropolitan Museum tomorrow evening. Perfect opportunity for initial contact. His security will be present but minimal."
Victoria nods. "I've already secured invitations for myself and Marion. We can approach him there, lay the groundwork."
"Excellent," you say, leaning back in your chair. "And the voting booth transformation system?"
"Prototypes are complete," Maxine reports. "Ready for deployment in the mock election we're staging at Nexus Technologies next week. It will identify optimal candidates based on genetic markers and psychological profiles."
Commander Athena salutes. "Security protocols are in place. The testing area will be completely isolated."
Your phone chimes with a message from Marion, who has already left the room: "Sister Grace has agreed to meet. Arriving in one hour."