[pre-story]Disclaimer: All Characters are 18+
Hello there, faithful readers! So, this is another personal project, a random idea that I may or may not continue writing, depending on the response it gets. It's a little silly, and quite possibly the story most densely-packed with puns, wordplay, and double-entendres that I've ever written. I'm quite pleased with it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, and let me know what you think! Should I keep going?[/pre-story]
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The room was dark, but for six dim spotlights. In the center, there was a raised platform, upon which men and women in long white coats worn over loose-fitting turtlenecks stood gathered around a damaged machine, muttering amongst themselves as they pulled circuit boards and wires out of the metal shell of the device before them, plugging and unplugging things and splicing wires together. The other five lights shone down upon five figures in black robes with spiked metal shoulderpads, each face shrouded in darkness beneath a deep hood as they sat behind a long, semicircular desk that loomed over the central platform. Each robe was trimmed with a different color accent, yellow, blue, red, green, and purple. As the five figures loomed over the figures in white coats, the air was thick with tension, nearly silent, until the right connection was made and the device hummed to life, its lights glowing a pale blue.
"Is it ready?" The central figure asked from beneath his red-fringed hood, his voice deep, harsh, and vaguely electronic.
The white-coated figures tensed, looking back and forth among themselves before one swallowed nervously, steeled himself, and stepped forward. "Y-yes, Elder... the drone's memory appears to be intact." He announced, shakily.
There was a moment of tense silence once again, before another robed figure spoke, his hood trimmed with blue. "Initiate the playback, beginning five minutes prior to going offline. Then leave us." He commanded.
"Y-yes, Elder, at once." The man in the white coat replied, then hurriedly began gathering his tools, as did the rest, before one leaned over and pressed a button on an attached device. The lights on the damaged machine glowed brighter and brighter for a moment, before the foremost light projected forward, forming a holographic screen in midair. The white-coated figures slipped out of the spotlight as the playback began, disappearing into the darkness, leaving the hooded figures alone with the recording.
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"Halt. Halt. Halt. You are ordered to halt. Failure to comply will be recorded as resisting arrest. Halt. Halt. Halt." A mechanical voice played on loop as the drone sped down the sidewalk, rushing over the heads of onlookers in pursuit of a highlighted figure, a female in a pink turtleneck, with long blonde hair that flowed behind her as she fled her mechanical pursuers, a small readout identifying her as [Citizen 8008135, Kristen Klassen, 21, charges: Indecency, Resisting Arrest]. As the drone's camera passed over bystanders, the system identified them all in similar fashion while also verifying each was wearing their mandatory loose-fitting turtleneck and long, shapeless pants. Suddenly, the highlighted subject took a sharp turn, disappearing between two looming, concrete buildings. The drone swept out, away from the building so as to take the corner without losing speed, swerving out over the street, rushing over parked hovercars before falling into formation behind two other drones and speeding down the alleyway.
The chase led the drones deeper into the alleys between structures, each time they turned a corner they barely had time to make visual contact with the suspect once again before she once again disappeared around another building. But the drones were relentless, and humans make mistakes. Eventually, the suspect was located in a dead end, her back flat against a cold concrete wall as she watched the drones approach, her expression terrified. As the drones drew closer, the looping electronic voice cut off suddenly, only to immediately pick up once more with new recording "Citizen 8008135, you are charged with Indecency and Resisting Arrest. Your words and actions are being recorded, and will be held as evidence against you. You are ordered to submit yourself to the custody of this drone until you can be collected. Failure to do so will-"
"You're wrong!" The suspect shouted over the mechanical voice. "I'm innocent! I'm wearing the clothes! How am I indecent?" She pleaded, tugging at the fabric of her turtleneck illustratively. As the drone camera drew closer, it was easier to make out her features in detail. She was an attractive girl, pale skin, long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and full, naturally-pink lips. She wore no makeup, as was expected, and indeed, her clothes were within the standards, but the system highlighted her chest, which heaved up and down as she panted for breath, twin mounds the size of cantaloupes that pushed against the material of her turtleneck and gently jiggled each time she took a breath, crowned with a pair of stiff, marble-sized bumps that even the thick material of her top couldn't hide.
"Citizen 8008135's clothing violates indecency standards in two categories: citizen's sweater is insufficiently loose, and citizen has failed to wear requisite undergarments. You are ordered to submit yourself to the custody of-" The mechanical voice replied, returning to its usual script.
"Are you serious?! You're going to arrest me for... for... It's laundry day! All my bras are drying! I just had to grab some fabric softener, so I threw on an old sweater to run to the store!" She desperately tried to explain.
"Irrelevant" The mechanical voice replied. "You are ordered to submit yourself to the custody of-"
