This is more like a walk of shame!

The more Janet Tolstoy's dreaming, dizzy brain tried to comprehend the stage waiting outside of that elevator, the less she managed to make sense of. This had been a penthouse suite originally... it was the highest floor of the tower, containing a large office, a small personal laboratory, and a modest bed-chamber. The bed-chamber was necessary because she essentially lived where she worked. It wasn't uncommon for her to fall asleep in the lab, rather than at her bed. The place had been full of her personal effects, too.

The absence of all of those things aggravated her, but what frustrated and baffled her even more was what Lang and the others had managed to replace it with. Somehow, instead any sort of "room," what awaited Janet as she walked out from the elevator was a large arena setting, with a single, long red carpet leading out from the elevator over a raised walk-way. On either side were rows upon rows of arena seating, filled with all sorts of anxious, waiting citizens of Earth. Seeing so many living human beings ought to be a blessed relief to her after what Zauber did to the Earth's population, but instead, their presence filled her with dread. Every one of them would probably have their eyes rooted upon her naked body, presumably...

Or, instead, they might choose to look at the giant, high-definition monitors, which were suspended above the podium at the end of the long walk-way, facing four ways around the arena like something you might see at a baseball game. Each of those screens displayed her shapely, barely covered body in gratuitous details, from the scant stickers covering her boobs and slit, to her entirely bare ass. The people in the audience would be able to count every goosebump on her flesh, if they wanted to. The monitor there also meant the presence of cameras; those were stationed all around the walkway, following each of her steps while rising and lowering on their necks to catch different angles of her body. Her lips quivered as she saw herself displayed on the giant screen from a low angle that only hid her asshole by virtue of the fat of her butt-cheeks. "Let me... Let me back on that elevator, damn yooou!"

As she panicked, fighting against Lang and Bennet's combined strength, the scientific part of her brain was elsewhere. It contemplated: this couldn't be right. It simply didn't make sense for the elevator to go all the way up to the penthouse and then open up to this space, which seemed just a bit above ground level. It wasn't as though the entire Tolstoy Corp tower was subterranean; a significant portion of it ought to be above ground. They couldn't just move the entire tower underground!

"Wait a minute... I've heard of another tower recently, capable of shifting its shape and form based upon the desires of its owners. That was the mythical 'Tower of Total Defeat,' wasn't it? Is it possible I never left there?"

It was an astute observation, but one that was hard to focus on while the two men dragged her, kicking her bare legs and screaming, towards the podium. The red carpet gave her an unfortunate rug-burn across her bare ass. "Th-The good face of the company?! You want me to show the good face of the company and act to preserve our public image?! What's going to be left of it after this?!"

Lang frowned, looking down towards her before setting her down with her back against the podium. "The people want a fitting apology. If you do choose to have a tantrum, try crying and looking repentant instead of yelling and screaming. That's my advice; take it or leave it," he finished, then turned with a cold frown. Bennet left along with him. From waaay over at the elevator, Lockhart waved with a cheerful smile, her breasts bouncing shamelessly along with the movement.

The buzz of the crowd around Janet was deafening, but not so much that she couldn't make out the words being said: people were going crazy, seeing the CEO of the company and the face that had been on all of the world's most prestigious publications, now sitting bare-assed in public view with her blond hair tossed around her. It would have been stimulating enough to see her without her glasses; right now, they were seeing her without so much as her panties! It was such a treat, it just might make up for having to live as zombies for the past year. Brazenly, the people whistled and cat-called, offering no illusions that they planned to allow her any dignity in this public apology.

Doctor Tolstoy's prideful nature hadn't been completely destroyed over her long self-loathing, despite all of that time ruminating over her ill-conceived immortality plan that had cost humanity its freedom. Angrily, she stood up to her podium and pressed both hands onto its surface, her blond bangs flapping wildly over angry steel-blue eyes. She leaned her shoulders and shouted directly into the microphone, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her and then squishing against the podium themselves from the motion. "Would it be too much to ask that I have a little decorum from the viewing public?! Are you all humans or are you still zombies, incapable of thought, reason, or even human empathy?! How could you all be so ridiculous as to stay in your seats and watch this happen?!" she shouted, gritting her teeth.

The audience booed; several of them threw sodas down towards her podium, which exploded around her like bombs. Sticky, sugary soda ended up splashing all over her while she shielded herself with her arms.

Lang spoke up, somehow in her ear, as though she was wearing an earpiece that she was 99% certain she'd never put in. "Apology, ma'am! You're supposed to be issuing a public apology!"

The very last thing Janet felt she owed anyone any more was an apology! She felt like, if anything, the pendulum had swapped too far in the wrong direction and she was the one who was owed an apology now. The scientist / CEO / doom of humanity / salvation of humanity clutched her hands to either side of the podium and struggled to find the right words, as the audience loudly jeered at her.