A smartphone

Pep carefully removes a small sleek black box that Scarlett knew to be a smartphone, much like the ones that she's used to, but he's holding it like it could explode at any second. He takes out a cellphone battery from his desk, stored separately like a gun and ammo, then gingerly loads it into the phone. He seems to steady himself for a second, then turns it on.

Mr. Verizonwireless winces, almost in pain, as the logo that constitutes his name pops onto the screen while the phone boots up. They may have bought the rights to his old last name from his family, sending him a settlement check along with his updated birth certificate, but they definitely can't make him like it. Especially since he's legally obligated to use it for two more cycles. Pep holds the phone in an awkward way that covers the front and rear cameras with his fingers while he scrolls through the contacts.

"Hmm... Let's see... How many Scarlett Johanssons do I know, and which one isn't in a coma yet... There's like twenty in here, but I think all of them are... Here we go! I remember this one!" He hits the number on the contact and an unskippable ad break begins droning out advertisement 1 of 3 before connecting the video call. "Oh, for fuck's sake..."

They awkwardly watch three ads together by ****, as it pauses itself if Pep dares to look away for more than a second. Finally, the call begins to connect, showing 'Calling Scarlett Johansson....' with a picture of her own face looking back at her, only wearing a collar and having several facial piercings. The picture turns into a moving version of nearly the same as the pierced version of Scarlett Johansson without the collar answers her phone.

"PEPSI! Oh, thank Google! I thought you were between cycles! What do you need? Anything?! Please!" the familiar face shouts suddenly at Pep with frantic eyes.

"I need you to tell this version of yourself that it's in her best interest to suck my cock." He states coldly.

"YES! Scarlett! YOU HAVE TO... Wait Pepsi! You need a Scarlett Johansson clone to blow you? Please let me do it! PLEASE! I can..."

Pep abruptly hits the button to end the call, his point having already been made. The phone begins playing a post call ad roll of 3 more **** advertisements, but Pepsi quickly tears the battery out of the phone and tosses it into the safe, closing and locking it in disgust. Credit score be damned, he's been clean and sober of social media for nearly this whole cycle and that's not gonna change soon. Pre AND post call ads now? They've really gone too far this time, surely someone will do something before it gets any worse.

"So, Ms. Johansson. Still think we're trying to trick you?"

Scarlett's shocked expression falls and she gently shakes her head.

"Are you ready to suck me off now?"

Scarlett gently nods.

"Good girl!" Pep says like he's talking to a dog, pushing a small piece of chocolate into her mouth and patting her on the head to further the point. His fully erect cock is out within seconds, and he softly guides her to her knees. "Now suck."

Scarlett tries to fight back the urge to cry as she takes him into her mouth and begins to suck the head of his penis, not really sure what to do with it. Other than King when she first woke up, and that hardly counts, this was her first experience with a man. She looks up for guidance and Pepsi stares back at her with disapproval.

"Oh, boy... We've got a lot of work to do."