It was a beautiful day in Irvine, sunny California. On my way to work I was thinking about a very important meeting in the R&D department. I was generally a calm person, however a shadow of anxiety had crawled through my mind. “Oh, I have a bad feeling about this” I thought to myself while I was about to step through the gateway of hell… I mean, the glorious company that I had dreamed to work for since I was a teenager. As it turned out, my prediction was right.
The receptionist threw me a fake smile as I was on my way to R&D. I didn’t mind it much. Maybe because I wasn’t looking at her face, my eyes were glued to her huge breasts emerging from her unpinned shirt. “Oh the things I would’ve done with you…”. My erotic fantasies were violently interrupted by the sharp voice of Greg Street.
“You’re finally here! I was expecting you a little bit earlier, after all you’re about to see what we’ve been working on for the past few years, and I assure you it’s huge”, he said.
“But, sir, I know R&D are really slacky, which is not surprising, barely anyone works for this company anymore”, I replied.
“Oh, will you just shut it? Follow me, I have no time for explanations, but I can tell you one thing, the stuff you’ve seen up until now… well it was just a cover up”, he remarked.
I had to follow him. From that moment, we traveled together, East. Always… into the East.
On the east wall he placed his hand on the wall and I heard a sinister creak coming from the underground. “Stand back from this plate, would you?”, he said … I quickly jumped aside and observed how the floor shuffled itself and an elevator appeared.
“After you”, Greg said.
I had no choice, but to enter the lift. The inferior looked quite futuristic. Colored buttons covered one side of this circular place. I felt drops of sweat as we were descending. The elevator had stopped 12 levels underground. The aluminum doors finally opened. A sinister smile appeared on Greg’s face. We were walking through dark, rigid, cold corridors. Dim, teal light was stroking us. And then I’d seen what no one should’ve seen. Cylindrical cells filled with blue, glowing gel and some dark shadows. Human curiosity pushed me close to one of tanks, I wanted to examine the shadow inside of it. Suddenly a misshaped head hit the tank wall.
“Oh, my fucking god” I screamed as I jumped back. My heart was rushing like a horse in a gallop. I literally felt the blood pumping in my veins, I felt dizzy and I was about to faint, unfortunately I didn’t. I wish I had though. I wish I had and never woken up again. However blissful ignorance was not my destiny.
“What the hell is this?!”, I yelled him.
“Pull yourself together! Stop acting like a child. This isn’t the mature form in here, we have more advanced forms just on the other side of this corridor.”, Greg stated.
“Are you cloning people here?!”, I stated still in disbelieve.
“Well, not really. We are creating them from scratch, but you can call them clones if that’s easier for you.”, he replied.
“That is insane!”, I wasn’t hiding my strong disapproval. “Not to mention, it’s highly unmoral.”
“Well that doesn’t matter, as long as we are making profit, don’t you know, that the single reason for a corporations existence is to make profit?”, he stated.
“But this? This?! We were creating games, for people to enjoy, not damn clones.”
“Ah, you are so short-sighted. We did not create them to sell them. We did make them to help sell our games though. You see it’s cheaper to actually make them, then to make a good games, at least at our current rate of wages. A Grim smiled glimpsed across his face.With their help we can sell anything, they will provide free advertising for us, so we can make even more profits in the long run. They will be fanatics for Blizzard, genetically engineered to fight our competition.”, he said.
“But sir? Sir! Would you do this for a video game, virtual reality, money? Sacrifice every bit of your human nature, sell your soul to the devil? This… this is madness, this is BLIZZARD!!”, I said.
“Silence, you maggot! I am the incarnation of Grom Hellscreem, proud warchief of the Horde. We shall crush other companies the same way we’ve crushed the Alliance scum, no matter what it takes and what sacrifices we will have to make. Our soldiers are faithful, obedient and countless. They shall swarm every forum and comment section, stomping our competition into the ground.
They are our ultimate weapon.
They are the clones.
They are the Fanboys.”
To be continued.