#kuleco

Testing, testing, 123. This is Kuleco. If you can hear me count yourselves lucky, it means getting your work computers hacked will possibly be the worst thing that happens to you today.

I realized that the workers would make a fine rainbow. The workers are from left to right:

dr-hide-atmosphere

ask-factory-scootaloo

askdrhoofsing

rainbowfactorydash

ask-kuleco-mod

askprofessorelceehooves

I must make it very clear to you all that Professor ElCee is not a mare that can sit before you and give off any kind of air other than one of intimidation; myself I did not find any need to recoil in fear or act like I wanted to cry for my mother around her but rather I wondered what this mare could be hiding to give off such intensity that even I had reason to stay silent and listen.

It was quick. The guards apparently weren't interested in staying around this mare any longer than they had to since even through the blurred glass you can tell nobody was within ten feet of the interrogation room, though in this case I'd have called it a job interview.

Because that is, quite simply, what it was. Apparently the murder of foals shows up on more radars than just the guards and apparently some of them have their eyes open enough to see the difference between needless slaughter and doing our people a favor. With ElCee she apparently felt that she could put my skills to more use than that, she aims me at the target and I do what I do was the words she used. 

I couldn't see much reason to complain. 

At first I thought I'd been betrayed. I only turned long enough to check who had walked into the room before I had a syringe stuck into my neck and some kind of foul feeling liquid injected into my veins; I managed to smack the syringe away and take a swing at ElCee but by that point I'd lost all feeling. Not sure if I ever made contact or not.

Apparently the Rainbow Factory doesn't have ideal ways of transporting new staff if their induction method is a syringe to the neck for a knock out and being bungled into a bodybag.

Waking up in a bodybag wasn't the only unpleasant experience that day either, though if you'd asked me then what would be worse between waking up in a bodybag and meeting your new boss for the time being I'd have said waking up in that cramped, sweaty and suffocating bag.