Agent P Platypus Novels & Stories

Across the room, Mom and Dad's expressions turned grim too. Dad pulled out his phone and dialed the academy. The administrator who picked up explained that this was just a standard residual reaction to "Deep Behavioral Conditioning" and that it would wear off in a few days. He promised, "Rest assured, Unit 1314 is currently our most outstanding graduate. He understands the mechanics of obedience better than any AI on the market. This is all completely within parameters." Dad hung up the phone and relayed the exact words to Mom. Mom nodded, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

he said smiling. "You said that already," Li said, rolling her eyes. "Tyler, here, has been sent by the European Committee of Lycanthropes to assist us in preparing for the Centennial. Isn't that nice?" Adam asked, faking sincerity. Tyler gave me an awkward, tight-lipped smile as Adam said this. "What do you do?" I asked. "Um... I just-like, you know, help set up decorations and... stuff," he stuttered, laughing nervously.

When I asked what you have eaten to become like that, I'm pertaining to what has gotten into you to make you suddenly praise my distribution of points. Agatha let out a 'hehe' in her head, making sure the system heard the gloating and sarcasm on it. After that, she summoned her user interface. ********** Name: Agatha Moore Official Name: Host 1096 (Immoral System) Level: 1 Age: 18 Pleasure Points: 783 =ATTRIBUTES (Basic Human - 10)=

Aella “He's not entirely wrong, I did come with something, it's not a solution, neither is it temporary, but at least it's something.” My heart clenched, “what is it?” “A suppressant” he smiled, “a scent suppressant" I bit back the remark at the edge of my lips, and replied in a more subtle tone, “What good is a suppressant going to do?” “Well for starters, it'll kill that delicious scent emitting from your body.” He grimaced, “At least, it'd buy us some time for something more permanent”

I explained to the woman who was watching me from the screen, "If the consul wants to go to sleep, you simply become his pillow." "But Alex, this guy is insufferable,” my agent answered desperately. "You wanted the job,” I said with authority. "You wanted to know France; you'll have to put up with it. I asked you to study the client's profile.” “The slimy old bastard touched my ass!” “Well, turn the other cheek so he can give it a touch too,” I answered trying to look serious “I asked for a male agent, but you demanded gender equality...” "Fuck you, Alex,” she muttered annoyed before ending the video call.

Daniel paused for a moment before saying, "Actually, I'm calling to extend an offer. My father admires you for how thorough and persistent you are. I am of the mind that you are indeed a rare talent. "The company just bought over a few new office buildings, and we need a reliable administrator."

Suddenly I heard the foot steps come to a stop and I just couldn't hold it any longer, I started blabbing " please just let me go, I wouldn't even taste good, am very skinny and your gods wouldn't even like me, and if you want to sell my organs, let me inform you that my organs wouldn't even work fine without me, the moment you kill me my organs stop, so please just let me go. I finished, I just hope they listen to me, my breathing came out heavy as I just said those words with so much speed, I don't think I've ever talked that fast.

“And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.” “Hey, in my defense, they were at least three weeks late and giving excuses upon excuses.” We both chuckle and fist bump. “Next we have the biggest player in the school—-“ She gets cut off by a very hot black-haired guy. “Rhea, I can introduce myself. I’m Caleb White. 22. Grade A.” Damn, his voice is deep. Wait, Grade A… “So you’ve committed murder yeah?” I ask. “Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?”

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