Janet's apology isn't very decent and it runs afoul of the laws of censorship

The leggy blonde CEO of Tolstoy Sciences summoned up as much of her remaining dignity as she could manage, rising to a straight stance above the podium and crossing her hands in front of her. She tried hard to ignore the crowd's rancorous behavior and the sugary soda exploding from cups thrown around her. For a solid year, Janet had wrestled with her guilt over dooming the human race, even as she'd tried to find a way to pull them back from the brink of extinction. She'd apologized for those actions in her head so many times before this point. Now that she'd accomplished her mission to save the planet Earth and, furthermore, found herself supplied with a podium from which to apologize to all of Earth's people, she struggled to pull those feelings from the past year back into her breast and recapture that sense of humility...

... The task was made difficult-- far too difficult! Even besides the crowd, she had the voice of her formerly esteemed co-worker barking into her ear about how the people were hating her apology and she was embarrassing all of those who worked under her. The cameras seemed intensely focused on finding her best angles, switching from side views that made her look completely naked even in spite of the stickers, to rear views that were annoyingly appropriately titled, to front views that zoomed in on her breasts and groin area, as though trying to see if there were even naughtier bits showing around the product packaging she'd been provided for modesty.

Who could possibly feel as though they owed anything to humanity, when all of humanity was jeering at them and shouting over their attempts at an apology?! Janet's real emotions-- the ones she'd felt when she'd started her immortality project all those years ago-- bubbled to the surface. Why had she felt she needed to apologize to humanity? If humankind as a whole had its shit together or had achieved the heights she had, then mortality would be no issue! It would have been conquered, safely, long ago! These plebian mouth-breathers were the ones who couldn't get their shit together; they'd doomed the Earth many times over before she'd even thought up the idea of eliminating ****! The Janet that had cultivated humility and survival skills over the past year yielded the stage to the Janet that felt unnecessarily targeted by a group of people who ought to be lauding her as their savior. Her blond hair fell across her eyes in strands as she clutched the podium hard once again, then leaned forward to take the microphone:

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTHS!"

The crowd all seemed to go silent at once; a blessed hush overtook each onlooker. Suddenly, they all seemed frightened to throw their drinks. They'd been **** to remember the forceful scientist that had created all of humanity's greatest technical marvels, including quite a number of the most devastating weapons known to mankind.

As satisfying as that was... something sounded strange to her, as she heard her voice replayed through the loud-speakers. Her words didn't seem to have come out quite the way she said them. Gritting her teeth, she brought the bud of the microphone closer to her mouth and continued ranting.

"Do any of you have any idea what I've been through for the past year?! I've fled from Zauber, leaping planet to planet, resupplying my ship on scant, theoretical resources that I had no guarantee even existed, in quantities so small once I found them that you would need a microscope to see them! All this time, I thought about resurrecting my home planet and all of its people, who deserved so much better than what they got. And you know what? I'm realizing I should have let Zauber keep you all! You're all fucking worthless disgraces who've lost your goddamn sense of purpose, your ego, your basic dignity, your worth! What has any of you aspired to lately?! Fat, fucking nothing! You're all complete wastes of space that were more likely to accomplish grand purposes as rag-tag zombie parts grafted onto Zauber's hive-mind than you are now that you've been given functioning, independent brains! I wish I could doom you all to a second goddamn extinction!"

Her words echoed throughout the arena, crashing down upon all of those assembled...

"Wait! That's it..."

In that moment, hearing her own phrases back through the loud-speakers, she realized that long, censorship bleeps were cutting out not just her curse words, but her attempts to say anything demeaning about those assembled at all. The bleeps had been replaced by rubber duck noises and horn hocking half-way through, making her sound all the more ridiculous. "What the fuck, Lang!?"

"Ma'am, please, control yourself! You're activating the automatic censorship protocols. We're losing millions--no-- bazillions of dollars!"

"Bazillion isn't a real fucking unit of measurement!" Dr. Tolstoy ranted, smashing her fists onto the podium. "I'll show these censors what I think of their goddamned-!" She continued, then suddenly froze, red-faced, as she looked up towards the monitors. Those skimpy stickers she'd been wearing had half peeled off, so that her slit was barely covered by the sticker running along one side and her nipples were half-exposed on each breast. When she began to try to pass them down to get the adhesive to work, she found that they wouldn't stick! "Wh-What is this?! Are you kidding me?!"

"Remember, the cleaning protocol certified you were 100% clean, Tolstoy Sciences approved! If you keep acting out with such vulgar language, we're going to have to keep decreasing your percentage of cleanliness! You're already down to 50%!"

"Wh... It... Are you saying your confounded decontamination protocols measures linguistic cleanliness in addition to cellular-level cleanliness?! What kind of a ridiculous cleaning program have you people installed?!" Tolstoy ranted, brushing her hair from her face rapidly while covering her breasts with the other arm. The crowd had returned to high spirits, now laughing and whistling again as the jumbo-sized monitors offered close-ups of the untouchable CEO's gorgeous body. If she'd been thinking more clearly, she'd realize that the removal of tiny stickers from her birthday suit wasn't going to make the situation a heck of a lot less modest, but right now, it felt like she was losing the only lifeline that kept her from standing in stark nudity in front of the Earth's entire populace. There wouldn't be a single person left on the whole planet who could claim they'd failed to see her naked! "Lang! J-Just tell me what to say! I have to get off this stage!"

"Ma'am, there is an Emergency Noncompliance Failsafe that we can fall back on if we must."

"Whatever it is, initiate it! I'm dying out here!" she complained, so eager to be saved from her botched public apology that she'd even rely on something so unbelievable and ridiculously named as this new protocol her number two had mentioned. She fell onto her bottom and crossed both arms across her chest, hiding as much of herself behind her podium as she could. She wasn't thinking about the safety of the human race, nor the good of her company, nor her professional career, nor her anger towards the ungrateful masses any longer. All she wanted to do was jump into bed, throw the covers over her head, and pretend this was all a bad dream! She wished she'd never met Lockhart inside that squeaky-squeak-ing tower!