Evolution Pharmaceuticals Innovation and Research institute (EPIRI)
Monday, 2:31 PM – Research Wing, Secure Area, Treatment Room H.7.3
Re: Program Subject m.000049 aka Nathan Wren
The hallways back here weren’t like the rest of the facility.
Gone were the warm colors, the welcoming lounges, the curated softnes...
2025-04-05 19:48:41 +0000 UTC View Post
Monday, 2:27 PM – Study Clinic, Private Treatment Room 8
re: Mary Jane Anderson Product Study #F8-009-MJA
“So, uh, Silvia….Mary Jane Anderson. The kid. Anothe...
2025-04-05 14:00:59 +0000 UTC View Post
Layla Al-Farouq Product Study #F8-008-LA
The clinic room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft <beeps> of the vitals monitor. FHEC intern Sammi Hane...
2025-04-02 12:00:11 +0000 UTC View Post
Evolution Pharmaceuticals Innovation and Research Institute (EPIRI)
Monday, 2:05 PM – Study Clinic, Private Treatment Room 7
Rachel Keller | Product Study #F8-040-RK
The needle of the strange double-barreled syringe slid in smoo...
2025-03-29 13:35:17 +0000 UTC View Postit'll all make sense soon, we promise.
2025-03-27 12:14:43 +0000 UTC View Post
Includes Posts 404 to 419. Should drop within the next few days once the macaques we have chained to their workstations in Publishing and Printing get their shit together.
2025-03-25 16:27:56 +0000 UTC View Post
Evolution Pharmaceuticals Innovation and Research Institute (EPIRI)
Monday, 1:52 PM – Study Clinic, Private Treatment Room 3
Re: Adrienne Aleppo Product Study #F8-040-AA
Adrienne Aleppo, starlet, Product Study Subject #F8-042-AA and...
2025-03-24 08:02:14 +0000 UTC View Post
Ellie kept her hands at ten and two on the wheel, but her mind was already somewhere else. The words were forming. The sentences. The blog post.
How do I even start?
She licked her lips, tasting salt - I have to stop biting them - testing a few opening lines under her breath.
"Fer...
2025-03-20 15:51:47 +0000 UTC View Post
SESSION NOTES (ABRIDGED)
Full transcription available in unabridged file #000:444:001
Clients(s):
Monroe, Melissa (“M”) dob 03/27/20$%
[REDACTED], Jay (“J”) dob 02/19/1989
Therapist:
Chou, Ani, PhD 2025-03-16 14:00:07 +0000 UTC View Post
A memo from the main office: Didja ever get the feeling that something was missing? That there's a great big hole where there should be some, I dunno, other chapter? We here at theBasic have been feeling like this over the past week or so. So, we've gone back in our files and found this lost gem - well, not really lost, just overlooked. It was supposed to be Post 501, but got swept beh...
2025-03-14 12:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post
I sat alone in the exam room, staring at my hands, flexing my fingers open and closed as if they might hold an answer. The room felt larger now with that enormous woman gone, or maybe I was just feeling smaller in it. Either way, the air felt tight.
I exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the heat...
2025-03-12 21:00:07 +0000 UTC View PostThis wasn’t how my Monday mornings were supposed to go.
I sat hunched over the small desk in Exam Room 3, sitting on a stool and tapping at the old workstation. I was trying - and mostly failing - to focus on my notes for the three patients I’d seen this morning. This new EHR - sorry, Electronic Health Records - system is the WORST! Well, ugh, it’s probably not that bad. I’m just ...
2025-03-07 16:33:34 +0000 UTC View PostEva McMahon sat on the softly cushioned exam table, her hands folded in her soft lap, her mind unusually quiet. The last few hours had moved quickly, the morning a blur of introductions throughout her daughter’s visit in the Adolescent Care and Female Development Clinic, not to mention all the tests and unexpected emotions when they’d been told the good news. And - a job for Tia as a lifegu...
2025-03-05 23:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Lexi Samuel’s heels clicked in a brisk, rhythmic cadence against the polished stone floors of Far Horizons Evolution Center‘s “Women’s Health and Wellness” wing as she strode away from the Aesthetics Clinic, tossing a quick “See you later, Patti!” over her shoulder at the receptionist’s desk.
“Later, Lexi!” Patti chirped, flashing a bright, dimpled grin.
Bu...
2025-03-01 09:00:11 +0000 UTC View Post
The Channel 5 News van pulled up smoothly to the curb and the blonde woman in the passenger seat looked up from what she’d been doing on her phone. The mid-morning sun cast a crisply golden hue over the exterior of Far Horizons Evolution Center which, as a building, was rather nondescript in the way ...
2025-02-25 17:00:14 +0000 UTC View PostI smiled to myself, still holding you cradled against my shoulder, your little body limp and relaxed in my arms. You were warm and soft, your breath slow and steady against my neck. I sniffed your hair. God, I loved moments like this - and I loved you! - after an orgasm, exhausted, when you let yourself be completely vulnerable, completely mine. It made me think so much of the future, us togeth...
2025-02-21 18:00:54 +0000 UTC View PostAnother flag. As we here at theBasic work with the roaches that live in the walls, please enjoy Post 494: Netflix and Chill, p1, in its Final Form HERE.
2025-02-18 00:05:13 +0000 UTC View Post
The late afternoon sun slanted through the small window of my equally small apartment, filling the single room with a warm, golden light. I sat on the couch, cross-legged and hunched over the phone Melissa had given me, its sleek design almost too large for my smaller hands. I’d swiped idly through ...
2025-02-09 19:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post
The door to the modest apartment creaked open, and Katarina Vacek - experimental Protsess patient, KOLECTV operative and current Hive member at EP_Site_004 stepped inside. She set her purse down on the narrow console table by the door, hung her jacket, kicked off her white sneakers and - ...
2025-02-05 13:53:03 +0000 UTC View Post
-----see also: GITJ Post 172----
22:04, Dimanche. 16.11.20%&
Grenoble, France
Late in the evening after a hard day, Pierre Allard,...
2025-02-01 14:20:27 +0000 UTC View Post“Don’t you think it’s great that I’m always looking for ways to improve myself for us?” asked Melissa, my girlfriend and the manager of the medical facility that I’d be working at in a, uh, reduced capacity come tomorrow. She was still letting me look at her chest, which had burgeoned to nearly burst from the neckline of her thin, pink, short sleeve top.
Melissa stepped...
2025-01-28 17:00:09 +0000 UTC View Post==============================
sorry for the annoyance. but hope you enjoy.
2025-01-27 15:10:41 +0000 UTC View Post
“Okay just one more strap from this harness…” she said, “and you’ll be all set for your ride home.”
Melissa had, just moments ago - quickly, confidently and with the determination of a young mom on a mission - swept me out of the restaurant where we’d just had a meal, signed our new contracts and, uh…she’d somehow grown several inches, and I’d shrunk the same. I wa...
2025-01-24 15:08:14 +0000 UTC View Post8. SheVantage PR: Company Offsite
Sarah Driscoll couldn't believe her eyes as the limousine pulled up to the luxurious resort. Sprawling vineyards stretched as far as the eye could see, framed by rolling hills bathed in golden California sunshine. As an intern, she never imagined she'd be included in such a lavish corporate retreat for SheVanatge PR. Her eyes w...
2025-01-21 13:00:15 +0000 UTC View Post
The hip, Middle-Eastern restaurant, awash with midday sunlight, hummed with the quiet ambiance of clinking cutlery, murmured conversations, and the occasional soft laughter from other lunchtime diners. But at the windowside table at the front of the bistro, where a small, middle-aged physician sat across from two towering, dark haired beauties, an unspoken tension rippled and crackled...
Chapter 6: Welcome to the #ChillZone
Despite DylanChillin’s online persona of a laid back, go-with-the-flow, goofy dude, his videos and content were coordinated by a large team of producers and managers.
100 Million followers doesn’t just happen. It takes time, energy, investments, and a ton of meetings.
Dylan was in one such meeting now. He wasn’t su...
Chapter 4: The Book Signing
Thomas K. Halloway stood at the podium, his well groomed salt-and-pepper hair gleaming under the warm lights of the bookstore. The room was packed, every seat filled with eager young men, their eyes shining with admiration as they gazed up at their intellectual hero. The air buzzed with anticipation, a palpable energy that made Thomas's skin t...
”M-Melissa..!” I blurted, finally being able to speak after watching what just happened to my girlfriend, sitting at lunch at a fancy Mediterranean restaurant after signing her new contract. I was ignoring the fact that she’d just made me come in my khakis under the table, with her foot, and I c...
2025-01-16 16:52:20 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 2: Contract Negotiations
Cameron Quinn strode through the gleaming lobby of his agent’s office, his designer suit fitting perfectly over his muscular frame. The click of his Italian leather shoes echoed off the marble floors as he made his way to the elevators. He nodded and winked at the receptionist, flashing his million-dollar smile that had graced countles...