Learn something from Pep

Scarlett grabs the doorknob and tries to turn it unsuccessfully several times before getting the door open and stumbling haphazardly through it. She can't believe how quickly her muscles are giving out from exhaustion or **** or whatever it is they've done to her to make her body act this way. Either way, she doesn't think punching King will be very satisfying in her current condition, so Scarlett opts to go see Pep instead to try to get some answers and gather strength first.

As the weak young clone stumbles down the hallway, she has no doubt which office belongs to whom, as the nameplates at their respective offices are emblazoned with 'Mr.' followed by the logos of their respective companies rather than spelling it out with words. Mr. Pepsi Verizonwireless has a long middle name containing several more sponsored logos Scarlett doesn't quite recognize as well, but she knows Pepsi and Verizon from the ads her parents always made her watch as a punishment when she was younger, for some reason.

"Hm? Yes? Come in." Pep says, barely looking up from his paperwork to acknowledge the beautiful young Scarlett Johansson knocking on his door wearing nothing but a towel. He finishes the sentence hes writing with an old yellow number 2 pencil then finally gives her his attention. "I see you've found something to cover yourself with, Ms. Johansson, but I think you'll find..."

"Who are you and what the fuck is going on?" Scarlett finally snaps at him, finding her voice along with her anger. It's her birthday today and she was supposed to be moving into a fucking mansion with her new sports car. It's been a rough change of plans to say the least.

"You saw the book, didn't you? It wasn't lying to you. Welcome to the future! Well, for you anyway. You've spent the last eighteen years floating in a vat and eating from a tube while living in a simulated version of the last great era for humanity. 2012!" Pep says, then looks sadly off into the distance. "Before the virus and the corporation wars destroyed everything..."

"That's fucking bullshit! This is stupid! You don't even have a computer in here! This is the FUTURE? HA! I own a smartphone! This isn't even a believable scam!"

Pep calmly shuffles through a few papers on his desk, then begins reading one out loud. "Scarlett Johansson, daughter of Bill and Sue Johansson from a small mountain town, blah blah blah... Let's see what's written under 'Secrets'... Here we go... Broke a lamp - age 7 - lied to parents. Broke window - age 12 - lied to parents. Started rumors about classmates being overly promiscuous - age 16." Pep laughs. "That won't age well."

Scarlett stands in stunned silence as the stranger reads out the most intimate details of her personal life, even the things she had never confided in anyone before. "That's not.... possible... you can't... know..."

"We know everything about you, Ms. Johansson. We've been watching over you for your whole life. Every shower. Every trip to the bathroom. Every single time you thought you were alone... We watched it all."

"No..." Scarlett says weakly, letting her towel fall to the floor in defeat. What does it matter anyway?

"Yes!" Pep exclaims, rising to his feet and slowly walking around the desk towards her. He grabs at her skinny arms and pokes at her face, pulling her lips open and checking the quality of her teeth and body like an animal. "It's unfortunate you had to be such a common model like the Scarlett Johansson. There was a surge in popularity for clones of you recently, so there won't be much demand for anyone to collar you... especially with so little training."

Pep takes a step back and unzips his pants, quickly flipping out a sizable limp penis. Within seconds and with no effort his cock is fully erect and throbbing toward Scarlett. He pushes down gently on the top of her head. "Let's see what you can do."

Scarlett pulls back and stares at him in fear. He shakes his head sadly and puts his penis away, quickly going limp and tucking it away as though it's no big deal. Pep looks as though he has an idea of what could finally convince her. He walks over to a large black safe on the wall, and quickly inputs the combination.

Scarlett Johansson looks on in terror as Pepsi reaches into the safe and carefully pulls out the contents.