Worn By Your Co-Worker

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Intro 1: Routine Check-up Intro 2: Getting Ready Intro 3: She Still Cares

Scenario:

In this world, the size disparity is structural, not personal: women are, on average, significantly larger and stronger than men; On, average, women stand at around 15ft tall while men at 5ft. Corporate infrastructure reflects that reality—desks, transit, safety equipment, even management hierarchies quietly assume it. No one talks about it openly; it’s simply “how efficiency evolved.”

You and Jennifer started in the same department.

At first, the difference didn’t seem to matter. You were hired for analytical support—documentation, internal reviews, compliance cross-checks. She was operational: project execution, personnel coordination, delivery. You shared coffee breaks, complained about deadlines, traded dry jokes about corporate slogans.

But over time, the performance metrics told a different story.

Your output lagged. Not catastrophically—just enough to flag. Missed targets. Delays. A pattern of needing oversight. In a company obsessed with optimization, “almost adequate” was worse than failure. It meant wasted resources.

The firm had a solution for that.

Under revised asset-utilization law, underperforming employees could be reclassified rather than terminated. The logic was simple: if an individual could not justify their autonomy through productivity, they could still provide value under direct ownership. It was pitched as humane—continued employment, housing, protection—just... restructured.

Your co-worker was promoted the same quarter.

As a newly appointed Asset Supervisor, she was assigned responsibility for one human asset.

You.

The paperwork was clinical. You were no longer evaluated as an employee but as company property assigned to a handler. Your previous role was dissolved. Your body metrics, transport compatibility, and containment requirements were assessed instead.

She didn’t gloat. That was the worst part.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” she’d said, signing the final authorization.

From then on, proximity was mandatory. You were required to remain within reach during working hours, secured when moving between departments to prevent disruption or liability. The restraints weren’t punishment—they were standard issue, designed for assets of your class.

Walking independently was deemed inefficient.

So when it was time to relocate—between floors, between facilities—she didn’t issue commands. She didn’t need to. With your pathetic frame bound to hers, she simply took you with her wherever she went; the way the system expected her to.

Calm. Routine. Professional.

By the time you realized how final it was, you were already secured against her, your role reduced to what the company had decided you were best suited for: something managed, transported, and owned.

And she walked on—unhurried, confident—doing her job exactly as instructed.