Christmas Causality Chaos

Christmas Causality Chaos

Part 01

By Honey Moon

My lab sort of blowing up on me started the whole strange chain of events. I was a little battered and worse for wear, but more or less in one piece. You’d think my condition would garner a little sympathy. No such luck. My mother became furious with me. All I really destroyed where two AB-619 bead condensers, but when those things overloaded, they let go with a vengeance!

My mother is the director of Techno Innovations, the nation’s leading think tank, and my humble home away from home. I understand how proud she is over working her way up from being a fifteen year old part time receptionist in an innovative work based learning program her high school offered, to running the place thirty years later. That doesn’t mean she has to act like the money spent to replace equipment comes out of her pocket. Unit #16 replaced the condensers gratis, and announced a nationwide recall due to a manufacturing defect. What’s the big deal?

Mom heard about my little mishap and took the first flight back from Washington. To show her I was okay, I met her at the airport. There was no “Baby, are you alright?” Oh no, not from my mom! When she saw the freshly sutured cut on my cheek, my hair burned off all short and frazzled, and the stupid eye-patch I was sporting due to abrasion from all manner of flying particulate debris, her face went pale under her tanning booth coloring. For just a second I thought she was going to slap me!

Mom visibly collected herself. The paleness left and her lovely face turned quite rosy red as her anger grew. “How dare you joke like this right after almost getting yourself killed? There’s only one person you could have been talking to, and believe me, I’ll be having a few choice words with Dr. Maloney! I do not appreciate you rubbing my face in the fact that I never even knew your sire’s name! I expect such nonsense from Melon head Maloney. I’ve known him on and off since high school. He’s always been an ass. I never thought my own daughter would stoop this low!”

I know mom doesn’t like to talk about the futanari that crashed the company Christmas party all those years ago, but I’ve pieced a few things together over the years. Mom never touched alcohol in her entire life. Her refusing didn’t stop my nameless sire from forcing her to drink hard liquor until she was seriously drunk. The bitch then took complete advantage of a naïve inebriated virgin, and shot me into her. The dick-girl quickly dressed once she got her rocks off, and said she would be back in ten minutes when plan A was complete. Mom was drunk enough to believe her and waited for hours. She never saw that cunt again.

It really hurt that she thought I was making jokes about something like that. I loved that I had inherited the same corn silk straight blonde hair she had. It took me years to grow mine out until it reached down to the back of my knees. Did she think I’d intentionally burn most of it off as a joke? The smell of all that hair burning had been atrocious! I’m damn lucky I didn’t receive any scalp burns before the extinguisher system belched its lifesaving foam all over me.

Sure I had it dyed purple with pink and violet streaks. I used a lot of product so what was left stood up tall. I wanted people to think it was an intentional spiky style worn by an anime fan. That was only because what was left looked kind of scorched and nasty. I didn’t want people to know it was caused by an industrial accident.

Let’s not forget how close I came to losing an eye! I have to wear the damn patch for another month! Besides that, the stitches were starting to itch under the stupid transparent bandage I was supposed to leave on for a few more days. At least the white headband I wore hid the ugly bruise right smack in the middle of my forehead! Why would she think anyone would go through all of this crap as a joke?

Mom has been giving me the cold shoulder ever since. I couldn’t help heaving a huge sigh. My number one assistant tried not to, but I saw his eyes lock with prec

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