Rise of PetraTec

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The rideshare driver drops you off outside an unremarkable four-story building. It's the sort of place that could be home to any type of company. In this case, however, it's the world headquarters of the most innovative and controversial company on the planet: PetraTec. You've never been inside as the interviews were held at the local university. PetraTec is as shrouded in mystery for you as it is for the general public. Landing an internship here had been akin to running a gauntlet. Somehow, you made it through three rounds of interviews, including a serious grilling from the CEO, Claudia Knight. You were surprised she would get involved in hiring a lowly intern, but she's a very hands-on leader. Nevertheless, here you are on your first day. Let's do this! [[Open the door|Lobby]]

Upon walking through the front door, you're shocked to find yourself in an opulent lobby. Marble is everywhere! You're standing on a black marble floor flanked by while marble columns. Even that extravagence, though, can't match the sheer artistry of the statues in the center of the lobby. They are breathtaking in their beauty and grace, much more so than any object of art you've ever seen. The two life-size marble nudes appear ready to step down from their platforms at any moment. The man and woman hold the same simple contrapposto pose. It's tempting to get a closer look, but maybe you should get to the reception desk. [[Look at the statues|Lobby Statues]] [[Continue to reception|Reception]]

<<set $collector to true>>\ <<notify 5s>>Collector Mode Unlocked!<</notify>>\ You move in for a closer look at the two statues. You examine fine details like individual strands of hair, surgical scars, and lower back dimples. The folds of the woman's labia are exquisite in their artistry. The vein down the length of the man's half-erect penis looks like it could start throbbing at any moment. Someone walks up next to you. "Incredible, aren't they?" he asks. "Absolutely! I've never seen anything like this." "Well, I was there when we petrified this duo. I'm Erik Stone, PetraTec CFO. I take it you're one of our summer interns. Best of luck with everything today. Claudia can be a hardass, but she means well." Erik walks away before you can answer. You start to wonder what you've gotten yourself into, but you're here already. Might as well see what happens. You also begin to entertain the notion of starting your own statue collection. You can't afford to buy any from PetraTec on an intern's salary, but perhaps you can find another way to acquire some petrified people. [[Go to the reception desk|Reception]]

You approach the reception desk where a young woman looks up and smiles. "Good morning! How may I help you?" she asks. [[I'm a summer intern|Get Name]]

"Hello, $name!" the receptionist exclaims. "We're so happy you're here. I'm Sarah Whitmore. I'll go ahead and buzz you through. The conference room is straight ahead." Sarah presses a button under her desk and a door behind her opens. "Thanks, Sarah. Have a wonderful day." "You too, $name!" [[Walk through the door|Hallway]]

"Oh, that's wonderful! Welcome to PetraTec! May I have your name, please?" <<textbox "$name" "">> <<button "Submit">> <<if $name isnot "">> <<goto [[Greeting]]>> <<else>> <<replace "#error-msg">>Please enter a name first!<</replace>> <</if>> <</button>> <span id="error-msg" style="color: red;"></span>

You enter the conference room. Claudia Knight is waiting for you. <<if $visited.length == 0>>\ "Ah, $name," she says with a grin, "it's so lovely to see you again. Which internship option would you like to try first?" <<elseif $visited.length == 5>>\ "So, $name, it appears none of our regular internship options were a good fit for you. Thankfully, there's another way you can be useful to PetraTec. Please follow me." [[Follow Claudia|Special Assignment]] <<else>>\ "Back for more, eh, $name? Which internship option would you like to try next?" <</if>>\ <<if !$visited.includes("tech")>>\ [[Technology][$visited.push("tech")]] <</if>>\ \ <<if !$visited.includes("marketing")>>\ [[Marketing][$visited.push("marketing")]] <</if>>\ \ <<if !$visited.includes("pr")>>\ [[Public Relations][$visited.push("pr")]] <</if>>\ \ <<if !$visited.includes("legal")>>\ [[Legal][$visited.push("legal")]] <</if>>\ \ <<if !$visited.includes("recruiting")>>\ [[Recruiting][$visited.push("recruiting")]] <</if>>\

"You've chosen wisely," Claudia remarks. "Just head to the production floor. It's through the back door, across the courtyard, and into the building on the left." [[Go to the production floor|Production]]

"Excellent choice!" Claudia exclaims. "Head through the back door, across the courtyard, and into the storage facility." [[Go to the storage facility|Storage]]

"Outstanding!" exclaims Claudia. "Head up to Naomi's office, room 411, and she'll handle it from there. Have fun!" [[Go to Naomi's office|Room 411]]

"Wonderful!" Claudia exclaims. "Just head upstairs to Gemma's office, room 403. She'll take it from there." [[Go to Gemma's office|Room 403]]

"Splendid," Claudia says. "Head upstairs to Luisa's office, room 410. Have fun!" [[Go to Luisa's office|Room 410]]

You walk past the reception desk, through the open door, and down a short hallway. The conference room is straight ahead. [[Enter the conference room|Conference Room]] [[Stop by the restroom first|Restroom]]

Claudia leads you out the back door of the main building. Instead of continuing to the production floor or the storage facility, though, she turns right and heads toward an old football stadium. "This used to be a community college," she explains as she walks. "After it went under, we bought the entire campus for $20 million. Madi didn't understand what use we would have for a football stadium, but I assured her I had a plan in mind. Today we get to put that plan in motion." [[Enter the stadium|Stadium]]

You leave the conference room, exit the main building through the back door, and walk across the courtyard. There are two buildings in front of you. As instructed, you enter the building on the right. It's full of row after row of statues. A woman is waiting. "Hey, $name! I'm Camille Carrington, the VP of Marketing here at PetraTec. How's your day so far?" "So far, so good. Still getting a feel for this place." "Totally understandable. I felt the same way on my first day. Anyway, this is our storage facility. We currently have about 250 statues in here awaiting either a sale or shipment to their buyer. Our merchandise tends to move quickly due to high demand. Having said that, there's always room for improvement." She pauses a moment. "Any ideas for turbocharging our marketing efforts?" [[Sell some statues in a prestigious art auction|Marketing Auction]] [[Advertise in art magazines|Marketing Advertise]] [[Send a team out in bodypaint for a statue flash mob|Marketing Mob]]

After a short elevator ride to the fourth floor, you find room 410 with this sign on the door: Luisa Rodriguez, VP of Recruiting. As you're about to knock, the door opens to reveal Luisa on her way out. "Hey there, $name! Let's go." You raise an eyebrow. "Uhh, go where?" "On a recruiting trip, of course. You're going to try to convince a prospect to become a statue. Are you confident you can do that?" [[I don't know about this|No Recruit]] [[Hell, yeah!|Yes Recruit]]

After exiting the conference room, you take the elevator to the fourth floor. Room 403 is easy enough to find and has a sign on the door: Gemma Fawkes, General Counsel. You knock on the door. "Yes, $name, come on in," calls Gemma. You open the door to find Gemma at her desk, which is covered by neat stacks of paper. She waves you over and points to a chair opposite her. You nod and sit down. "So," you begin, "what are you working on?" "Well, I'm reviewing the class action lawsuit against PetraTec. It's actually an improvement from the forty-seven separate lawsuits we were facing originally." [[Raise an eyebrow|Eyebrow Raise]]

After exiting the conference room and taking the elevator to the fourth floor, you find room 411 with the following sign on the door: Naomi Nakamura, VP of Public Relations. You knock on the door. "Come on in, $name," calls Naomi. You open the door to find Naomi sitting on the floor surrounded by colored papers, each with text on it written with a Sharpie. She sighs and smiles. "Damn, am I glad to see you! Get on down here and help me sort through this stuff." [[Get on the floor|PR on the Floor]] [[Excuse yourself|No PR on the Floor]]

Leaving the conference room behind, you exit the main building through the back door, walk across the courtyard, and enter the building on the left. Inside you find a woman in a lab coat next to a laser cannon and a nude man standing about ten meters in front of the cannon. The woman turns toward you when you enter. "Hello! You must be $name. I'm Gwen Gordon, CTO here at PetraTec. It's wonderful to meet you." Nodding to the naked man, you approach and shake Gwen's hand. "Likewise, Gwen!" you reply. "I'm excited to be here. What are you working on?" "Well, I'm about to petrify this fine male specimen using the Perseus cannon." She pauses a moment. "But since you're here, perhaps you should do the honors." Gwen holds out a handheld tablet for you to take. [[Take the tablet|Petrify Man]] [[Politely declne|Decline to Petrify]]

You take the tablet from Gwen and study the screen. "Just press the green button," she says. "The Perseus will handle the rest." You press the green button. A green laser beam shoots out from the cannon barrel and strikes the man on his chest. A glow envelops him and then begins to fade. His flesh fades to gray as the petrifying wave begins to ascend his legs. Within seconds, it's up to his chest. He takes a final breath and his heart stops as the calcification spreads down his arms, fusing his hands in place. It then travels up his neck, finishing the transformation with his head. Where the man stood seconds before, there is now a newly minted nude statue. "Nicely done, $name!" Gwen exclaims. "You've passed the first test. You'd be surprised how many of your fellow interns have declined to turn someone to stone. I mean, that's what we do here, so I don't get it. Anyway, well played." Gwen takes the tablet back, slipping it into her lab coat pocket. "Please follow me." [[Follow Gwen|Master Plan]]

"I'm sorry," you say, "but I'm not comfortable pressing the button to turn this gentleman to stone." Gwen raises an eyebrow. "I see. Well, I hate to say it, $name, but if you're uncomfortable with what we do here, then I don't think Technology is the right internship assignment for you. Please return to the conference room and see what other options you have left." [[Return to the conference room|Conference Room]]

You nod and follow Gwen to the back of the production floor. A line of workbenches sit in front of the back wall. A half-assembled Perseus cannon sits nearby, its missing pieces scattered among the workbenches. Gwen points to a large floor plan on the wall. "That right there is my master plan for production here at PetraTec. I'd like to run it by you and get your thoughts." She points to the front door on the floor plan. "Nude subjects enter through the front door and join a queue that snakes back and forth between these velvet ropes. Velvet seemed classy to me. Once they reach the head of the line, they wait for one of the five Perseus cannons to become available. When that happens, they stand on the platform in front of it and strike a pose. After they're petrified, the autonomous platform will continue toward the back of the room, stopping at a photo set to snap pictures of the statue for our online catalog. "Then the platform will carry the statue to the right, through a door in the wall, through a corresponding door in the adjacent building, and straight into our storage facility. The statue will be cataloged and placed into storage pending a sale." Gwen looks at you expectantly. "So what do you think, $name?" [[Tell her it sounds like a great plan|Great Plan]] [[Offer a suggestion|Plan Suggestion]]

You flash Gwen a thumbs-up and smile. "That's an excellent plan, Gwen. In fact, I wouldn't change a thing." Gwen frowns. "I was afraid you might say that. I'm not looking for a yes person as an intern. I need someone willing to challenge my ideas and assumptions. Apparently, I need to look elsewhere. Please head back to the conference room to see if Claudia has a different assignment for you." [[Return to the conference room|Conference Room]]

"Well," you begin, "why stop at five Perseus cannons when you have space for ten?" Gwen thought for a moment. "That's an excellent question. And why do you think we should have ten?" You shrug. "Go big or go home, right? I have faith in your recruiters to deliver enough volunteers. You should be ready to handle them or you might risk turning some away." "Good point, $name. We certainly wouldn't want that." Gwen smiles. "I like the way you think. Come over here and take a look at these Perseus schematics." [[Look at the Perseus schematics|Schematics]]

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Gwen points to the laser emitter on the schematics and groans. "I'm convinced this is our problem. Turning people to stone is all well and good, but I'd love to turn them into other things, too. Just imagine metal, crystal, wood, and more—whatever we can dream up! Unfortunately, the current emitter design only supports stone." You study the schematics and think for a moment. Gwen's eyes light up. "Got any ideas?" [[Yes, I have an idea|Emitter Idea]] [[I got nothing|No Emitter Idea]]

"Yeah," you begin, "the electromagnetic spectrum is vast. I'd blast some especially fearless volunteers with random combinations of frequencies and see what happens. I know it's not especially scientific—more serendipitous, to be honest—but some of the best discoveries come from just trying a bunch of things." Gwen is quiet while she thinks. You start to wonder if you've screwed yourself over on your first day, but then she smiles and hands you a prototype emitter. "That's actually a good plan, $name. Why don't you lead that effort starting right now. I'll get you a dozen female subjects to experiment with. Knock yourself out." Gwen nods and walks away, exiting the production floor. You wait around for ten minutes wondering if she abandoned you, but then the door opens and twelve nude women walk inside. They stop and look at you, clearly waiting for instructions. [[Tell the first one to step on the pedestal|Step on Pedestal]]

"Sorry, Gwen," you reply. "I got nothing." Gwen rolls her eyes. "Seriously, $name, I thought you had potential in my department. I guess I was wrong. Oh, well. Please strip and stand on the pedestal." You almost protest but decide to go along with it, even knowing your imminent fate. Soon, you're nude and standing atop a stone platform. Gwen presses a button on her tablet, causing a green laser beam to burst from the barrel of the Perseus, striking your bare chest. Your body glows a pale green. "Thank you," Gwen begins, "for your contribution to PetraTec." A numbness spreads from your feet up your legs, steadily claiming your body. Soon enough, your heart stops. A final breath rattles in your solidifying lungs. Seconds later, your vision dims to darkness. Even though you hoped for more from this internship, at least you found your place. THE END

The twenty female wrestlers soon arrive. They're already nude, having arrived at PetraTec without clothing. All of them are in peak physical condition after spending years perfecting their muscular bodies. You direct the first one to stand on a marble pedestal. She assumes a classic bodybuilding pose: feet apart, arms raised with biceps flexed. You smile as you press the button on the tablet. Ten seconds later, she's solid marble. You have some fun with the other nineteen women as their poses gradually shift from aesthetic toward erotic. The final wrestler arches her back and squeezes her left breast while slipping her right index finger inside her womanhood. She wears an expression of pure bliss when you turn her to stone. You step back to survey your rock-hard handiwork. You have a very good feeling about this internship and your future job prospects at PetraTec. <<if $collected.includes("Gwen Gordon")>>\ [[Return to the conference room|Conference Room]] <</if>>\ [[Leave for the day|Leaving]]

As you leave PetraTec, you're happy with how your first day played out. \ <<if $collected.length > 0>>\ Your phone buzzes with a text message... >Hi $name! The following statues will be delivered to your apartment tomorrow: <<for _statue range $collected>>\ > - <<= _statue>> <</for>>\ Your lips curl into a devious grin. This is just the start of an epic art collection. <</if>>\ On the curb outside the front doors, you catch up with the other interns. "Hey there!" one of them says with a grin. "Want to join us for drinks at Medusa's Lair?" [[Absolutely|Medusa's Lair]] [[No thanks|Go Home]]

"Yeah, absolutely!" you exclaim with a grin. "Lead the way!" You and the other interns hail a rideshare which whisks you downtown to Medusa's Lair. The exterior resembles the Parthenon with marble columns flanking the doors. Upon entering, you're greeted by a pair of female nude statues standing side by side with food and drink menus dangling on gold chains from their outstretched hands. A woman in a toga walks up and smiles. "Party of five?" You nod and she takes you to a corner booth in the back near the dance floor. As you peruse the menus, a woman walks up and puts her hands on her hips. "Apparently, you all forgot to mention that you're PetraTec interns. That qualifies you for our special VIP treatment to celebrate surviving your first day. "What's included in the VIP treatment?" a female intern asks. "Whatever I like!" she exclaims. "I'm Zoi Diamandis, owner and proprietor of Medusa's Lair." [[Ask Zoi for free drinks|Free Drinks]] [[Tell Zoi you're not VIPs|Not VIPs]]

You smile but shake your head. "Sorry, but it's been a long day. Thanks for the invite, though. Another time for sure." The other intern smiles. "No worries. I'll hold you to that. Have a great evening!" "You, too." After a brief ride home and a simple dinner, you're out as soon as your head hits the pillow with visions of statues dancing in your head. THE END

You nod and drop to the floor cross-legged, surveying the chaotic scene with a raised eyebrow. "What are all these?" you ask. "They're PR ideas, $name. And your job is to pick out the best one. Here, I'll narrow it down for you." Naomi plucks three papers off the floor and sweeps the rest under her sofa. It occurs to you that the janitors must love her. "Here we go!" she says, spreading them out in front of you. "Idea number one, sponsor a powerlifting team at a local gym. Our subjects tend to be fitness-oriented and gyms are fertile recruiting ground. Just ask Luisa about that. "Idea number two, donate some statues to the local art museum for a new exhibit. Our customers tend to be art lovers, so this may be a good way to reach them. Camille gave me this idea. "Idea number three, create a free art center just down the block. Before we petrify them, some of our subjects can volunteer as models for painting and drawing classes. This one was Madi's idea." Naomi leans back, propping herself up on her elbows, and studies your face. "So, what do you think?" [[Sponsor a powerlifting team|Powerlifting Team]] [[Donate statues to an art museum|Art Museum]] [[Create a free art center|Art Center]]

"I like the powerlifting team sponsorship," you reply. "I think that'd generate some positive press for PetraTec." "Perhaps, but my issue with that option is it's more of a recruting project than a PR initiative. That's not surprising considering it's Luisa's idea. I have no issue with recruiting, of course, It's an essential part of our business, but if you're going to work in PR, I need you to look at everything through that lens. For now, please head back downstairs to the conference room for another assignment." [[Go to the conference room|Conference Room]]

"I think we should donate statues to a local art museum," you reply. "That should give us some positive press, right?" "Yes, it might, but that idea is more in the realm of marketing, don't you think? Our prospective customers could be inspired to buy their own statues. I'm not surprised given that this was Camille's idea. At any rate, you need to think like a PR person and not a marketing intern. Please head back to the conference room for a different assignment." [[Go to the conference room|Conference Room]]

"I love the free art center," you reply. "We should absolutely do that!" Naomi grins. "Now you're talking, $name! Pursuing one of Madi's ideas is never a bad move, to be honest. I swear that woman is playing 3D chess while the rest of us play checkers. Anyway, I digress. Let's brainstorm how this art center would work, shall we?" "Absolutely!" [[Brainstorm the art center|Brainstorm]]

"I'm sorry, Naomi, but I don't think this is a good fit for my working style." Naomi shrugs. "If you're not willing to adapt, then PetraTec may not be the place for you. You can show yourself out. Best of luck." You try to plead your case, but she waves you off. It's hopeless, so you ride the elevator back downstairs and head toward the lobby. Just before you reach the door, it opens and a dozen nude models walk through. They smile and nod as they pass you on their way out the back door. [[Strip and join them|Statue Group]] [[Leave and go home|No Statue Group]]

"I would focus on informed consent," you reply. "The subjects did sign contracts, which should be binding." Gemma pursed her lips. "Don't you think we're already doing that? I need innovative ideas, not obvious stuff. I don't think this assignment is going to work out. Please head back to the conference room to get another one." [[Return to the conference room|Conference Room]]

"If you make a case that creating more statues is in the public good," you begin, "that may sway a jury and win the case." Gemma thought for a moment and nodded. "I like it, $name. Unconventional, but it could work. Ideas like this are what I need right now. Please write a ten-page document outlining your approach to this defense strategy. Leave it on my desk before you go for the day. Toodles!" Before you can protest to Gemma, the office door is already closing behind her. [[Write the document|Legal Doc]] [[Just leave|No Legal Doc]]

Luisa shrugs. "Suit yourself. Head on down to the conference room again for another assignment. Best of luck!" [[Go to the conference room|Conference Room]]

"Awesome! Let's do this! Follow me, $name." You and Luisa ride down to the first floor, walk back through the lobby, and climb into a rideshare outside. Five minutes later, you arrive at a coffee shop downtown and exit the vehicle. "Okay," Luisa says, "it's a young woman with red hair and glasses Ah, there she is!" You follow Luisa over to the woman's table and sit down. "So, Chloe, it's great to meet you. I'm Luisa and this is $name, one of our top recruiters. $name, I'll let you take it from here." You begin to sweat, especially after Luisa referred to you as a top recruiter, but decide to proceed despite your nervousness. "All right, Chloe," you say. "Why are you interested in becoming a statue?" "Well, a few reasons. I'm really into art, specifically sculpture. The human form is the ultimate ideal in my opinion. I've also worked very hard on my body and would welcome an opportunity to preserve it. And I'm adventurous by nature. I'm drawn to the unknown." "Excellent!" you reply. "Let's dive deeper into one of those." [[Focus on her interest in art|Art Recruiting]] [[Focus on preserving her body|Body Recruiting]] [[Focus on her adventurous nature|Adventure Recruiting]]

"So," you continue, "if you're interested in art, imagine the thrill of becoming art! Just think of all those nude statues you not only admire but actively idolize, yearning to be in their place. Doesn't that sound like a solid opportunity?" Chloe thinks for a moment, takes a sip of her latte, and shakes her head. "Yeah, I guess so, but it just doesn't sound convincing when you say it. I guess I need some more time to think this over. I'm not ready to become a statue today. Thanks for your time." And with that, Chloe stands and leaves the coffee shop. "Real smooth," Luisa says after an awkward silence. "I'm heading back to the office. Don't bother joining me." She walks away without another word. [[Order an Irish coffee|Irish Coffee]]

"So," you continue, "how many years have you been working out?" Chloe thinks for a moment. "About ten or so." "Well done!" you reply. "That's commendable. And where will those gains be in thirty years? I mean, despite a nearly religious adherence to your fitness regimen, you can't maintain that body forever. Eventually, you'll be past your prime and then what? You'll be thinking back to this moment and how you should have transcended time as a monument to physical perfection." "Yeah, but I don't feel perfect. Far from it! In fact, that reminds me of some physical flaws I need to work on. Thanks for that. Maybe I'll call you in a year or two." WIthout another word, Chloe stands and leaves the coffee shop. "Perfection?" asks Luisa. "Don't ever suggest to a vain person that they're perfect. It'll only remind them they're not. I'm leaving. You might as well head home." She walks away without another word. [[Order an Irish coffee|Irish Coffee]]

"Well," you continue, "I'm also a lover of adventure. And what could possibly be more adventurous or more exhilarating than turning to stone? You're obsessing over it right now, aren't you? I know I am! You seem like someone who lives life on her terms. I think today is the day to embrace immortality. Come with us, Chloe. Realize your destiny!" Chloe's eyes light up. "Hell, yeah, $name! Let's get outta here!" Luisa pats you on the back as the three of you get up to hail a rideshare. [[Go back to the office|Recruiting Success]]

"Well," you begin, "how about selling some of your statues in a prestigious art auction? That could generate some buzz." Camille shook her head. "Honestly, I expected more from you, $name. That's not a very original idea. In fact, we're already pursuing it. I was hoping you'd think outside the box. Please take off your clothes and head next door. I know a more appropriate opportunity for you." [[Get naked|Become a Statue]]

"We should advertise in art magazines," you say. "Our prospective buyers probably subscribe, so it'd be a way to—" "Nope, already thought of that," Camille interrupts. "You need to think outside the box, $name. Maybe marketing isn't your thing, which is totally fine. Please take off your clothes and head next door. I know a more appropriate opportunity for you." [[Get naked|Become a Statue]]

"All right," you begin. "This idea is pretty out there, to be honest." Camille's eyes light up. "Out there is good, $name. Lay it on me!" "How about sending a group of nude performers in gray bodypaint out in public somewhere as a statue flash mob? They'd come in from all different directions, throw off their coats, and stand perfectly still like a statue garden." "Yes! That's what I'm looking for. Outside the box thinking! Let's test your idea right now. You and me will be the first flash mob. What do you say?" [[I'm not comfortable with that|No Flash Mob]] [[Heck, yeah, let's get naked!|Flash Mob]]

"Umm, I'm not really comfortable doing that," you reply. "I'm sorry to hear that, $name. Having an idea is one thing. Being willing to test an idea is also important. I'll find another intern to join me. In the meantime, head back to the conference room for another assignment." [[Go back to the conference room|Conference Room]]

"I'm always down to get nude in public, baby!" you exclaim with a grin. Camille claps with glee. "Hell, yeah! That's exactly the kind of fearless enthusiasm you'll need to work in marketing here at PetraTec. Well done! Let's head to the locker room and get naked. I'll arrange for the bodypaint and raincoats." "Sounds good!" [[Go to the locker room|Locker Room]]

You follow Camille back to the main building and into the locker room. Both of you strip without hesitation, putting your clothes in lockers before leaving and walking down the hallway naked. Strangely, nobody bats an eye at a pair of nudes strolling through the office. Just another day at PetraTec. You enter a room at the end of the hallway where an artist is already waiting. He quickly paints both of your bodies completely gray. It takes a little while for the bodypaint to dry, but soon enough you're wearing raincoats and hailing a rideshare in front of the building. "This is gonna be epic!" Camille exclaims. The rideshare arrives. [[Get in the car|Rideshare Dropoff]]

The rideshare drops you off downtown on a bustling sidewalk with hundreds of people all headed somewhere important. Camille leads the way to the public square at the city center. She turns to you. "Ready?" [[Hell, yeah!|Downtown Flash Mob][$camille_wager to false]] [[Care to make a wager?|Statue Wager][$camille_wager to true]]

It takes the rest of the morning, but you finally finish what ends up being a fifteen-page document summarizing your legal argument that more statues are in the public good. Bleary-eyed, you leave a copy on Gemma's desk and open her office door. To your shock, Gemma is standing there. "Hi, $name. I figured I'd check on you," she says. "How's the document?" "Done and on your desk." "Excellent! Now we can look at our standard contract." You resist the urge to roll your eyes, opting for a simple nod instead. Gemma glances at your doc on her desk and fishes another paper out of a drawer, handing it to you. "Here's what we use now." [[Read the contract|Read Contract]]

After an exhausting day of trying to keep up with Naomi's barreling train of thought, your brain is utter mush. On a positive note, the free art center plan is already in motion before you leave in the evening. Naomi bids you farewell and looks forward to seeing you tomorrow, which is definitely a good sign. [[Leave for the day|Leaving]]

Twenty minutes later, you watch proudly as a naked Chloe absorbs a calibrated blast from a Perseus cannon. The wave of stone sweeps up her body, petrifying her forever. "I gotta hand it to you, $name," Luisa says. "You have a knack for recruiting. See you tomorrow?" "You can count on it, Luisa. Have a lovely evening." [[Leave for the day|Leaving]]

As you and Claudia enter the stadium, you see a woman waiting for you at the entrance. She smiles and holds out her hand. <<if $met_madi>> "Hey, $name! Good to see you again. As you can see, I occasionally wear clothes." <<else>> "Madi Douglas, PetraTec's Chief Operating Officer and resident dreamer. It's wonderful to meet you, $name." <</if>> You shake Madi's hand. She continues. "Claudia says you didn't find the right fit anywhere today. What happened?" "Honestly," you begin, "I'm not really sure. I guess nothing worked out. I was afraid I'd get fired after failing everywhere." Madi waves her hand dismissively. "No, certainly not. I, for one, see potential in you. In fact, you're going to test a hypothesis for us. Please take off all your clothes." "Uhh, right here?" "Yes, just leave them on the grass. Nobody is going to take them." [[Get naked|Stadium Strip]] [[Take off|No Stadium Strip]]

It's an odd request, but you shrug and comply. You do want to succeed in this internship after all. It'd be crazy to defy the COO and expect to come back tomorrow. Soon, you're naked. "Excellent," Madi says. "Please follow me." You trail after Madi and Claudia, walking through the tunnel leading to the football field. As you emerge, you hear raucous cheering from every direction. The stadium is absolutely packed with people. You have no idea who they are, but they're all seeing you nude, which is more than a little unnerving. "Uhh, what's going on?" you ask. "In a word, PetraDash!" Madi exclaims. "You'll be the first person to ever play the very first transformational athletic event. What do you think of that?" [[I'm scared|Scared]]

Without any recourse, you decide to walk naked to the endzone. You do need this internship, so maybe an insane test is worth the risk. Maybe. You reach the endzone and turn to face the far end of the field. Above the opposite endzone sits a Perseus cannon with the barrel pointed straight at you. You begin to sweat. A whistle blows and the crowd goes wild. [[Play conservatively|Play Conservative]] [[Play recklessly|Play Reckless]]

You dive behind the nearest barrier as a laser bolt sails overhead. This is the most terrifying moment of your entire life. Somehow, you need to get through it. Bottling up your fear, you sprint and dive behind the next barrier. Another blast singes your bare ass. You continue working your way methodically downfield. The issue, though, is that the prolonged exposure to extreme stress begins to take its toll around midfield. On your next dash, you freeze up and trip over your own feet. As you scramble to recover, the Perseus tags you on the leg. Mottled stone blossoms outward from the point of impact, spreading over your bare flesh and converting your body into solid marble. You have just enough time to glance over at Madi and Claudia before your neck is petrified. They clap and wave as the stone claims your face. Oddly, you feel at peace as your consciousness takes flight. Best internship ever! THE END

You decide to YOLO your way into eternal glory or glorious oblivion, sprinting headlong toward the Perseus above the other endzone. It fires a blast of energy, which you somehow manage to dodge. This is followed up by a rapid staccato of laser bolts, much to the delight of the crowd. You bob and weave your way down the field, going full Matrix as you narrowly avoid every beam. You reach midfield and dive behind a barrier to catch your breath. Before your nerves catch up with you, you take off again. Against unfathomable odds, you somehow continue down the field with a mix of sheer skill and dumb luck. Before you realize what's happening, you dive across the goal line. The Perseus falls silent. The crowd erupts with raucous cheering. Madi and Claudia come running over, giving you bear hugs along with plentiful slaps on your bare ass. "That was un-fucking-believable!" Madi exclaims. "We thought you had about a zero percent chance of winning." [[Feign confidence|Confident]]

Leaving your adoring fans in the stadium behind, you scoop up your clothes and head to the locker room. There's not much point in putting on clothes you're just going to take off again for your shower. Besides, thousands of people just saw you in your birthday suit. What's another few dozen at the office? You stroll naked through the back door of the main building, past several employees, and into the locker room. Setting your clothes on a bench, you turn on a shower and start sudsing up. You close your eyes under the hot spray as the dirt, sweat, and stress wash away. "Let me guess, $name," says a man's voice. "PetraDash?" [[Look at the man|Shower 1]]

You and Camille go back to retrieve your raincoats, but they've been stolen. Now you're stranded downtown and completely nude. It starts to rain, just a drizzle at first and then a downpour. The bodypaint is gone within minutes, leaving the two of you truly naked. Camille laughs and begins dancing in the storm. You roll your eyes and join her. Too soon, you're in the back of a rideshare on your way to PetraTec HQ. You walk dripping through the lobby and take a hot shower in the locker room. <<if not $camille_wager>>\ [[Put your clothes back on|Put Clothes Back On]] <<elseif $beat_camille>>\ [[Petrify Camille][$collected.push("Camille Carrington")]] <<else>>\ [[Get petrified|Camille Petrifies You]] <</if>>\

"Do you think we could get a round of free drinks?" you ask. Zoi waves her hand dismissively. "Booze is on me. Food is half-off. And dancing is mandatory for all of you." She takes your drink orders and heads back to the kitchen. You survey the scene before you and smile. Servers in togas take orders, about a dozen people are dancing, and twenty life-size marble nudes dot the restaurant floor. The ambiance is extraordinary. Zoi soon returns with your drinks and one for herself. She slides in next to you and grins. "To Medusa's Lair," she says, raising her martini glass. [[Toast with Zoi|Toast with Zoi]]

"Ah," you remark, "that explains the rock-hard physiques. I love your style, Zoi." "Thank you. I appreciate that. I sent another batch over today to be turned to stone. Perhaps you saw them. Anyway, thank you so much for whatever you do there. I sincerely appreciate it. Have a lovely evening!" Zoi slides back out and wanders over to another table, greeting more guests. You all polish off your drinks and hit the dance floor. After several hours of drinking, dancing, and ogling nude statues, you bid farewell to your fellow interns. After a brief ride home, you're asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow, with visions of statues dancing in your head. THE END

You head to the counter and order an Irish coffee. While you wait for your drink, you survey the other patrons, chatting and sipping away. You briefly consider recruiting one of them and taking them back to the office to prove Luisa wrong, but you know it's already over. After drowning your sorrows in a mug, you head home. Maybe you'll have better luck next year. THE END

You shrug and strip off all your clothes, handing them to Luisa. Who are you to question a PetraTec VP? Bidding her farewell, you enter the adjacent building where the Perseus cannon awaits you. There's a red light shining above the barrel, indicating its in autonomous mode, thanks to a recent firmware update. You step onto the low marble platform. It's cool under your feet, eliciting a shiver. The Perseus cannon begins to hum as its targeting system comes online. [[Strike a sexy pose|Strike a Pose]]

You strike a sexy pose just before the Perseus fires a laser beam into your bare chest, causing your entire body to glow a pale green. As the glow subsides, you lose all sensation in your feet. Looking down, you see they've turned to stone and fused with the platform. The petrifying wave claims one body part after another, rendering everything in solid marble. As the calcification ascends your chest, a final breath rattles in your lungs as your heart beats once more and falls silent. Seconds later, your vision dims to darkness. It's not how you expected your summer internship to play out, but at least you'll make a stunning statue. THE END

Against your better judgment, you tear off your clothes and leave them in the hallway before jogging to catch up with the naked horde. You have a pretty good idea where they're headed. Sure enough, they lead you onto the production floor where a female technician awaits you, tablet in hand. "All right, my lovely models," she begins. "Who'd like to go first?" [[Raise your hand|Go First]]

After watching their bare butts jiggle through the back door, you turn and enter the lobby. "Hi, $name," says Sarah from behind the reception desk. "Leaving so soon?" "Yeah, PetraTec just isn't the right fit for me." "Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure you'll land on your feet, though. All the best!" "Thanks, Sarah!" You turn toward the front doors and with a glance at the pair of statues in the lobby, you leave PetraTec and head home. THE END

You raise your hand before anyone else. The tech smiles. "Excellent! Please step onto the pedestal in front of the Perseus." You pad over on bare feet and step onto the marble surface. It's cool under your feet, eliciting a shiver. The tech presses a few buttons on her tablet. "This will only take a few seconds. Thank you for volunteering!" The Perseus fires a laser beam into your chest, causing your entire body to glow a pale green. As the glow subsides, you lose all sensation in your feet. You don't need to look to know what's happening. You're turning to stone. The calcifying wave ascends unabated up your nude body. You take your last breath. Your heart beats once more and falls silent. Soon your vision fades to darkness. This isn't how you expected your first day to go, but at least you can be useful to PetraTec after all. THE END

You raise an eyebrow. "Really?" "Yes, now all the legal arguments have been distilled into one lawsuit, so we can counter them more effectively. Nearly all of the plaintiffs are family members of our subjects. They weren't privy to their loved one's decision to become art, so they've decided it was misguided and done what any good American would do." "And what's that?" "Sue us, of course." She pauses. "I'm curious to get your opinion on something. The fact that you're not a lawyer is actually helpful because you may have a different perspective. How would you argue our case in court?" [[Reiterate informed consent|Informed Consent]] [[Focus on the public good|Public Good]]

"Screw this," you mutter under your breath, standing up and leaving the office. As you make your way down the hallway, the elevator door is closing. "Hold up!" you shout, sprinting and wedging your shoe in the door. It opens again, revealing a rather disappointed Gemma Fawkes glaring at you. "I see you're on your way out," she remarks. "Perhaps, that's for the best." After a silent elevator ride to the first floor, you go your separate ways. Maybe another internship will work out better than this one. THE END

"Yeah, we're not really VIPs, Zoi. Just lowly interns, though I appreciate the offer." Your fellow interns start to protest, but Zoi responds first. "Not VIPs with that attitude. Drinks are on you. Pay for them yourselves." Zoi walks away shaking her head as the other interns glower at you. Taking the hint, you decide to call it an early night. As you leave the booth you can feel the others staring daggers at the back of your head. You don't even bother turning around, heading straight for the door. [[Open the door|Run into Sarah]]

With barely a glance back at Madi and Claudia, you sprint naked out of the stadium. You haven't thought further ahead at all, such as how you'll get home, but that's a problem for future $name to deal with. Leaving the stadium and the PetraTec corporate campus behind, you run down the sidewalk toward downtown and your apartment. It'll be a long jog—about three miles—so you'll have plenty of time to ponder your disastrously brief internship. THE END

You fake like you're going to take off your shoes and then bolt, leaving Madi and Claudia in your dust. As you reach the street in front of PetraTec HQ, you've already summoned a rideshare. You glance back, expecting the two executives to be in hot pursuit, but they're nowhere to be found. You realize they'll just find someone else and your shot at glory has passed. Climbing into the rideshare, you reflect on your dumpster fire of an internship. Sure, it would have been awesome to find a place here, but it just wasn't in the cards. THE END

As you open the door, you collide with a blonde woman heading into the nightclub. "I am so sorry!" you exclaim. "I didn't see you coming in." "That's all right!" the woman says. "I'm okay." Your eyes meet and recognition sparks. "$name? Wow, fancy meeting you here." "Hey, Sarah. Yeah, I was just leaving actually." "Well," Sarah says, touching your arm. "Maybe I'd be interested in where you're going." [[Tell her you have a headache|Headache]] [[Invite her out for a late breakfast|Breakfast]] [[Lean in and kiss her|Kiss Sarah]]

"I'm so sorry, Sarah, but my head is killing me. Probably the loud music in there." "Oh," Sarah replies, pulling her hand away. "I guess you should call it a night, $name. I'll see you tomorrow." "Yep, see you in the morning." Sarah smiles and enters the club while you call a rideshare and head home alone. Maybe you and Sarah will have another chance. If today has taught you anything, it's that PetraTec is a complicated and unpredictable place. Anything could happen. As your head hits the pillow, you dream of blondes, statues, and blondes becoming statues. THE END

"You know, Sarah," you reply, squeezing her shoulder. "I could really go for some breakfast. Care to join me?" Sarah's eyes light up. "Absolutely! Lead the way!" Arm in arm, you stroll down the block to an all-night diner. Sarah orders corned beef hash while you go for steak and eggs. Sarah flashes a devious grin. "Eat up, $name. You may need your strength later." You nearly choke on a bite of steak, but manage to recover and return the smile. "The night is young, Sarah, and full of possibilities." The two of you talk long into the night, swapping embarrassing stories and sharing secrets. She's as close to an instant soulmate as anyone you've ever known. After a leisurely breakfast, you pay for both of your meals and head outside to the curb. "So," Sarah says, snuggling up to you. "Anything else you'd like to do tonight?" [[Invite her over|Invite Sarah]] [[Wish her a good night|Good Night Sarah]]

Without pausing to think about whether it's a good idea, you lean in and kiss Sarah full on the lips. Her eyes open wide in shock as she pulls away. "Umm, $name, maybe I gave you the wrong idea. Sure, I might be interested, but I don't move that fast. Have a good night." Sarah brushes past you and into Medusa's Lair before you can reply. You slap your forehead, muttering about how you need to take your time. With the evening ruined, you call a rideshare to take you home. Despite how the day ended, your head hits the pillow dreaming of statues. THE END

"Well, we could head back to my place," you reply. "It's a short ride and has a sweet view. Maybe we'll find something to do before we watch the sunrise together." "Hmm," she says, "what could we possibly do?" Fifteen minutes later, clothing strewn everywhere in your apartment, you and Sarah explore each other's bodies with an insatiable hunger. Somehow you press all the right buttons, as does Sarah. The lovemaking lasts until morning. You get up, still naked, and brew some coffee as the sun starts to peek above the horizon. Sarah joins you as you both gaze out the window. "We're gonna be so fucking tired today, $name." "Yeah, totally worth it, though." "Absolutely." THE END

Welcome to "Rise of PetraTec," an interactive ASFR story based on my <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/oliviazoequinn/gallery/94788359/rise-of-petratec" target="_blank">series of short stories</a> of the same name. If you've read them already, you may have a slight advantage here, but don't feel like you have to study up first. This should be fun either way. I'd love to hear what you think of the game, so feel free to hit me up on Discord: <a href="https://discord.com/users/1157440562740334662" target="_blank">oliviaquinn_</a> Have fun! Your adventure begins now... [[Start the story|Drop-off]] [[Content Warnings]] [[Acknowledgements]] [[Changelog]] <a href="/">Back to the lobby</a> //Background image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/north_studio-5516381/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2398956" target="_blank">North Studio</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=image&utm_content=2398956" target="_blank">Pixabay</a>//

The contract reads as follows... I, Gemma Fawkes, hereafter referred to as the SUBJECT, affirm my decision to undergo complete biomolecular conversion into an inorganic material, hereafter referred to as the PROCESS, and become the legal property of PetraTec, hereafter referred to as the COMPANY. The SUBJECT acknowledges that the PROCESS is irreversible and permanent. The SUBJECT shall cease to exist as a human and shall become merely a statue, hereafter referred to as the PRODUCT. The COMPANY shall be free to keep, store, sell, or donate the PRODUCT in accordance with the pursuit of their commercial interests. The SUBJECT and their legal representatives shall indemnify the COMPANY against all future legal action regarding the PROCESS, PRODUCT, or eventual disposition of the PRODUCT. The SUBJECT enters into this agreement of their own free will without mental reservation. [[Hand it back to Gemma|Hand Back Contract]]

You hand the contract back to Gemma. She studies your face expectantly. "So... what do you think, $name?" [[It needs to be longer|Longer Contract]] [[You need to shorten it|Shorter Contract]] [[Don't change a thing|Perfect Contract]]

"I feel it needs to be longer," you reply. "You know, to make sure you cover your bases." "I see. Cover which bases exactly?" Your eyes open wide. "Umm, well, I don't know, but surely there's more legalese you can add to this." "$name, that's just not good enough. If you're going to make a recommendation, I need you to actually recommend something and not make vague suggestions. I don't think this is going to work out. Goodbye." Gemma waves you away like a pesky fly, sitting at her desk and poring over the printed contract on her own. Clearly, you have no case to make for staying. You exit her office and the building, calling a rideshare to pick you up. It's a shame things worked out like this, but you knew it was a possibility when you decided to pursue it. Maybe next year. THE END

"You could shorten that and cut down on the legalese," you reply. "Want me to take a crack at it?" "Sure, go for it." You clear your throat and begin. "I, Gemma Fawkes, affirm my decision to undergo complete biomolecular conversion into an inorganic material, a process that is irreversible and permanent, and become the legal property of PetraTec." Gemma thinks for a moment and smiles. "Wow, one sentence. It has all the important bits, though. Nicely done! I'm impressed, $name." "Thanks! I figured we could do without all the 'hereafters,' you know?" "Indeed. Well, I'll see you back here tomorrow to finalize the new version of the contract. I have a feeling you'll fit in quite nicely here." "Thanks, Gemma! See you tomorrow." [[Leave for the day|Leaving]] <<if $collector>>\ [[Hold up|Contract Signed]] <</if>>\

"I wouldn't change anything," you reply. "Seems bulletproof to me." Gemma sighs. "I was afraid you might say that. If there's one thing I've learned in my legal career, it's that no contract is perfect. There's always room for improvement." She pauses for a moment. "This just may not be the right place for you, $name. You can show yourself out. Best of luck." You consider protesting, but Gemma is already pretending you don't exist as she studies the contract. Shrugging, you exit her office and the building, calling a rideshare to pick you up outside. It's unfortunate, but you knew something like this might happen. Perhaps, you'll try again next summer. It really would be a fascinating place to work. THE END

<<set $collector to false>> <<set $met_madi to false>> <<set $visited to []>> <<set $collected to []>> <<set $play_rps to function(you, opp) { if (you == opp) { return "draw"; } if ((you == "rock" && opp == "scissors") || (you == "paper" && opp == "rock") || (you == "scissors" && opp == "paper")) { return "win"; } return "lose"; }>>

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"I'm a little scared, to be honest," you reply. "Oh, no need for that, $name," Madi replies. "You'll do great. What I need you to do is go to that endzone and wait for the whistle. Once I blow the whistle, start running toward the opposite endzone using the barriers for cover. A Perseus cannon above that endzone has been configured with AI targeting capabilities and trained to fire on bare flesh. Hence the nudity. Also the crowd loves it." "So what happens if the Perseus tags me?" Madi rolls her eyes. "Then you turn to stone and we all cheer. I thought that much would be obvious. Anyway, time's a wasting. Head over to your starting position." [[Walk to the endzone|Endzone]] [[Make a run for it|Flee the Stadium]]

You raise an eyebrow. "Seriously? Oh ye of little faith. I had that in the bag the whole time." "Love the confidence," Claudia remarks. "I think I'll leave this one with you, Madi. Toodles!" Claudia turns and walks away as Madi wraps her arm around your waist, hugging you tight. "How'd you like to work for me this summer, $name?" Your eyes light up. "I would love that!" "Excellent! We're going to develop PetraDash into a legitimate sport under the auspices of a new initiative we're calling StoneSport." "Sounds amazing!" "Indeed, it is. I'd say you're fortunate the regular internship options didn't work out for you. This is way better! Anyway, hit the showers and I'll see you tomorrow." [[Head to the showers|Shower]] <<if $collector and $met_madi>>\ [[Dare Madi to compete|Dare Madi]] <</if>>\

You turn to find a very naked Sarah Whitmore sudsing up her bare breasts. "Let's just say it was unpredictable," you reply with a grin. "We're thrilled you made it through PetraDash!" You laugh. "Yeah, me too." You continue chatting with Erik and Sarah as you all take a leisurely shower. After a lot of soapy banter (and sudsing each other up), you're ready for a quiet evening. [[Head toward home|Leaving]]

"Umm, you there," you say pointing at a naked redhead. "Please step onto that pedestal." The woman nods, walks over, and steps onto the stone platform. You replace the emitter on the Perseus cannon with the experimental model Gwen handed you. Checking the tablet, you notice new controls to adjust the radiation mix. The current mix is set to marble. "Hmm," you say to yourself. The redhead raises an eyebrow. "Hmm? You know what you're doing, right?" [[Yeah, totally|Experiment]] [[Actually, I'm an intern|Admit Intern]]

"Thank you so much, Gwen!" "As a well-deserved reward, I have twenty nude female wrestlers arriving soon. How would you like to petrify them all?" You laugh and nod. "I would absolutely love that!" "Excellent! They're all yours, $name. I have some meetings to attend, so I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning." "Sounds good, Gwen. Thanks for the opportunity!" "You've earned it. Now have fun making some hard bodies rock-hard!" [[Finish your first day|Technology Success]] <<if $collector>>\ [[Challenge Gwen]] <</if>>\

"Of course, I know what I'm doing," you reply. "It's called science." This seems to satisfy the redhead, who shrugs and patiently waits for you to get ready. After fiddling with a few controls, you press the button to fire the Perseus. A purple beam is emitted from the barrel, striking the nude woman between her breasts. As her body begins to glow, her feet start to shine. It's difficult to tell what's happening until the glow subsides. Then you gasp. The redhead's body is being converted into solid steel. The metallic wave ascends unabated up her legs and torso. A few seconds later, a metal statue stands in her place. "Wow," you whisper to yourself, amazed by the sheer serendipity of the result. Without speaking, you point at a naked blonde and motion for her to step onto a platform. After a bit more fiddling with the controls, you turn her into bronze. Now, you're on a roll. [[Keep experimenting|Keep Experimenting]]

"Actually, I'm an intern," you reply against your better judgment. "Oh, hell, no!" the redhead exclaims She steps down from the platform and grabs your arm, practically dragging you off the production floor with the other nudes trailing behind. They march you back into the main building, up the elevator, and into room 404, Gwen's office. Gwen looks up to find you and twelve naked women in her office. "Okay, what's going on?" "You left us with an intern!" exclaims a blonde. "That's what's going on." "Yeah," adds a brunette. "They don't seem to know what they're doing." "I see," Gwen replies. "Okay, everyone who's naked can go now." The redhead lets go of your arm, glares at you, and leaves the office with the others, slamming the door. Gwen rubs her temples. "You probably shouldn't have told them that, $name." "I was just being honest." "There's a time and place for that. Scientific discovery may not qualify. At any rate, let's head back to the production floor. I have an alternate volunteer." [[Head back to the production floor|Return to Production]]

You follow Gwen back to the production floor, where she picks up the tablet and studies the new controls on the screen. "All right, $name," she says. "While I decide on which settings to use, please strip naked." "Umm, I didn't think—" "Yeah," Gwen interrupts, "you didn't think. That's the problem. Now I have another use for you. Strip and stand on that pedestal." Shrugging, you take off all your clothes and step onto the marble platform. Gwen seems to arrive at a decision, adjusting a few of the controls before firing the Perseus. A blue laser erupts from the end of the barrel, striking you in the abdomen and causing your body to glow. When you look down, your feet are becoming translucent. Gwen's eyes light up. "I think it's working!" "Working? How?" "You're transforming into solid crystal. Now strike a better pose, please. And do it quickly!" Sighing, you assume a classic contrapposto pose and wait to become inanimate. It doesn't take long until your heart stops beating and your lungs solidify. Within a few more seconds, the transformation has run its course as your vision dims to darkness. Before your consciousness fades, you reflect on your internship experience, brief though it was. On the bright side, at least you were involved in a discovery. Too bad you won't be around to pursue it. THE END

Twenty minutes later, Gwen returns to find you surrounded by twelve statues of various materials. Her jaw drops. "Holy crap! You did it, $name! You actually did it!" "Well, of course, I did," you reply. "I am an intern, after all." Gwen rubs her hands together. "Let's see what you have here: granite, quartz, crystal, plastic, latex, oak, maple, steel, iron, bronze, sliver, and freaking gold!" She turns to you. "You're no longer an intern, $name. You're my new VP of Engineering. Congrats!" [[Thank Gwen|Wrestlers]]

"Well, Sarah," you reply. "I have an early morning tomorrow, so let's call it a night. See you tomorrow?" The anticipation drains from Sarah's face as she nods. "Umm, sure, $name. See you tomorrow." "All right. Good night, Sarah." You leave the diner, call a rideshare, and are climbing into bed fifteen minutes later. A voice in the back of your head is berating you, but you're too tired to care. You drift off dreaming of marble nudes. THE END

<<set $met_madi to true>>\ Turning and heading down another hallway, you reach the door for the locker room. It occurs to you that it's not labeled as the men's or women's locker room—just "Locker Room." You shrug and push open the door, revealing an eyebrow-raising sight. A dozen nude men and women lather up in the showers, smiling and chatting amiably. Several more are drying themselves off near the lockers. You recognize one of them as Madi Meadows, PetraTec's Chief Operating Officer. She tosses her towel in a basket and strolls toward the door, stopping and smiling at you. "Intern?" she asks. "Yeah, I'm $name. Is it that obvious I'm an intern?" "I'm afraid so. Nobody else ogles the naked employees. Not that we mind, of course. Well, good luck today!" With that, Madi breezes past you before you can ask why she's still nude. You turn to admire her bare butt as she leaves the locker room. After taking care of business (and enjoying the sexy view for a while), you head for the conference room. [[Enter the conference room|Conference Room]]

You look over to see Erik Stone, PetraTec's CFO, at the adjacent showerhead wearing only a smile under a jet of hot water. He has quite an impressive physique—especially between his legs—and is rather easy on the eyes. You laugh. "How'd you guess?" "I'm afraid the grass stains on your knees and ass gave it away." "Very astute of you, Erik." "Well, $name," says a woman's voice next to you. "How was your first day at PetraTec?" [[Look at the woman|Shower 2]]

You raise your shot glass. "To Medusa's Lair." You and Zoi clink glasses, take a sip, and then set them down. Zoi smiles. "This is only our first location. We're opening nine more in the next three months. Of course, all of our statues are sourced from PetraTec, so thank you very much for that. "I used to run the Women's Wrestling League. Has anyone heard of it? No? I'm not surprised. That's why the WWL went under. Anyway, it ended up being a blessing in disguise, though, because I was able to petrify all my wrestlers to create the statues you see before you." [[Compliment her on the statues|Statue Compliment]]

You turn to leave, but then stop in your tracks and turn back around. "Hey, Gemma. Would you be willing to sign that contract with your name on it? I'd love to have it as a souvenir." "Sure!" Without hesitating, Gemma grabs a pen, signs the contract, and hands it to you. After looking it over, you start chuckling. Gemma raises an eyebrow. "Something funny, $name?" "Yes, there is. This contract is legally binding. You're now the property of PetraTec. Isn't that correct?" Gemma thinks for a moment, then shrugs and nods. "Yes, I suppose I am." [[Ask Gemma to strip nude|Gemma Strips]]

"Excellent!" you reply. "In my capacity as a PetraTec intern, I'm asking you to strip nude." "Sure, no problem." Gemma unbuttons her blouse and shrugs it off before unhooking her lace bra and tossing it aside. Next, she kicks off her heels and shimmies out of her skirt and G-string panties. Now naked, she puts her hands on her hips. "Now what?" "Please follow me." You lead Gemma out of her office, down the elevator, and out the back door before entering the production floor. [[Pick up the tablet|Gemma Petrified][$collected.push("Gemma Fawkes")]]

<<notify 5s>>Statue Collected: Gemma Fawkes<</notify>>\ You pick up the Perseus control tablet and prepare the cannon to fire. "All right. Gemma, please kneel on the platform." Gemma nods and complies, dropping to her knees on the marble pedestal. She grabs her left breast and brushes her womanhood with her other hand. "Ooh, that's super hot!" you exclaim. "Hold just like that." You press the red button. The Perseus fires a green energy beam into Gemma's bare chest, causing her naked body to glow. Within moments, the transformation begins, starting in her feet and sweeping up her body as she steadily petrifies. She gasps as her womanhood hardens into solid rock. Her abdomen and breasts are next as her erect nipples are rendered in stone. Her lungs calcify, taking her breath away forever. Her heart beats a final time and falls still. Before her arms petrify, she slips two fingers between her slick folds. The transformation sweeps over her chin, mouth, and nose. The world falls silent as the stone claims her ears and dims to darkness as her eyes become blank orbs of marble. The wave flows over her head and down her tangled locks. And with that, it is finished. Gemma is breathtaking as a nude statue. A worthy addition to your collection. You enter your address and wish Gemma a pleasant evening, taking one more glance at the newly minted erotic sculpture. Do you want to go back for another assignment? Or just call it a day? [[Return to the conference room|Conference Room]] [[Leave for the day|Leaving]]

<<set $rps to false>>\ "Hey, Gwen. Before you head to that meeting, I have a challenge for you. Interested?" Gwen raises an eyebrow. "A challenge, eh? I'm listening." "Cool. This would be Rock Paper Scissors. One round for all the marble." "Don't you mean all the marbles?" "No," you reply with a grin. "All the marble. Because the winner turns the loser to stone." "I have a stellar track record in Rock Paper Scissors, so you're on, $name!" "Sweet! Get ready." [[Play Rock Paper Scissors|Rock Paper Scissors]]

<<if $rps != false>>\ <<set $rps_gwen to ["rock", "paper", "scissors"].pluck()>>\ <<set $rps_result to $play_rps($rps, $rps_gwen)>>\ You choose $rps. Gwen chooses $rps_gwen. <<if $rps_result == "draw">> It's a draw. Time to play again. <<elseif $rps_result == "win">> [[You win!|RPS Won][$collected.push("Gwen Gordon")]] <<else>> [[You lose|RPS Lost]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if !$rps or $rps_result == "draw">>\ You and Gwen assume the position, left hand palm up and right hand above it. You initiate the count. "One, two, three..." [[Rock|Rock Paper Scissors][$rps to "rock"]] [[Paper|Rock Paper Scissors][$rps to "paper"]] [[Scissors|Rock Paper Scissors][$rps to "scissors"]] <</if>>\

"Yeah, baby!" Gwen shouts. "In your face, $name! Time for you to get naked." Rolling your eyes, you strip nude and step onto the pedestal, assuming the classic contrapposto pose. Gwen presses the button on the tablet, causing a green laser beam to shoot from the barrel of the Perseus and straight into your bare chest. You immediately begin to glow a pale green. Your feet start to tingle before losing sensation entirely. You don't need to look. You know what's happening to you. The petrifying wave ascends your calves, thighs, and hips, rendering them in solid marble. Your abdomen is next followed by your chest as a final breath rattles in your lungs. Your heart stops as it turns to stone. The calcification reaches your neck and spills down your arms, locking them into position. With your body transformed, the wave continues over your chin, mouth, and nose. Gwen fades from view as your eyes become blank marble orbs. The world falls silent. The process completes. You have no regrets. It was worth the risk to try to petrify Gwen. Too bad it didn't go your way, but at least you'll make a lovely decoration in her den. THE END

<<notify 5s>>Statue Collected: Gwen Gordon<</notify>>\ "Hell, yeah!" you yell, pumping your fist. "That's what I'm talkin' about, baby!" Gwen rolls her eyes and starts to strip. "Well played, $name." Once she's nude, she steps onto the stone pedestal, assumes a contrapposto pose, and awaits her destiny. You press the button on the tablet, unleashing a green laser from the Perseus straight between Gwen's bare breasts. As her body glows a pale green, the transformation begins. Her feet fuse to the marble she's standing on as a wave of stone ascends her calves and thighs. Gwen gasps as her womanhood is rendered in perfect detail in marble. The petrification continues up her abdomen to her breasts, solidifying them into twin globes of stone topped by the rocky nubs of her already hard nipples. Gwen breathes her last. Her heart stops. The marble is relentless as it steadily claims her nude body, reaching her neck and spilling down her arms, fusing them in place. With her body petrified, the stony wave ascends over Gwen's chin, mouth, and nose. Her world falls silent as her ears are claimed. You wave goodbye as her eyes become blank orbs of stone. The transformation crests her head and spills down her tangled locks, fusing them in place. It is finished. After arranging shipment to your apartment, you step closer to admire your conquest. Gwen is an exquisite statue and yours forever. Looks like PetraTec is in the market for a new CTO. You're sure they'll have plenty of applicants. In the meantime, your day's work is not quite complete. [[Petrify the wrestlers|Technology Success]]

!Content Warnings\ * Some profanity * Gratuitous nudity * Non-graphic sex * Lots of petrifications [[Back to intro|Intro]]

<<if $collector>>\ !!!Statues Collected $collected.length / 5 <</if>>\

<<set $madi_luck to "">>\ "Actually, Madi," you begin, "I have a dare for you." Madi raises an eyebrow. "A dare, eh? And what is your dare?" "I dare you to compete in PetraDash. Based on your nude body, I'd say you're more than athletic enough to win." Claudia laughs. "That's quite a dare, $name. What do you think, Madi?" "You're on! I will not back down from a dare, no matter how high the stakes may be." Madi quickly disrobes, tossing her clothes on the grass. [[Slap Madi on the ass|Madi Good Luck][$madi_luck to "slap"]] [[Tweak Madi's nipple|Madi Good Luck][$madi_luck to "tweak"]] [[Just flash a thumbs-up|Madi Good Luck][$madi_luck to "thumb"]]

The whistle blows and Madi sprints headlong toward the Perseus cannon, sidestepping several petrifying laser pulses before tucking and rolling behind a barrier. "She's quite agile," Claudia observes. "I have a good feeling about this." "Still a long way to go," you reply, eyes glued to the naked woman on the field. Madi pops up and runs a diagonal path toward the Perseus, jumping and ducking to avoid a flurry of laser bolts. She dives behind a barrier at mid-field. After a brief respite, Madi takes off again, bobbing and weaving in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible. It occurs to you that you might be a statue within mere minutes. <<if $madi_luck is "thumb">>\ [[Continue watching|Madi Petrified][$collected.push("Madi Douglas")]] <<else>>\ [[Continue watching|Madi Wins]] <</if>>\

<<if $madi_luck is "slap">>\ You slap Madi's bare ass hard, leaving a red handprint on her butt cheek. <<elseif $madi_luck is "tweak">>\ You reach out and tweak Madi's left nipple, eliciting a gasp. <<else>>\ You smile and flash Madi a thumbs-up. <</if>>\ "What was that for?" she asks. "For luck, of course." "Yeah, right? Get ready to be stoned, $name." Madi struts toward the starting line, waving to the onlookers. The crowd claps and cheers. They weren't expecting a second competitor. You and Claudia admire Madi's bare ass jiggling as she walks. Your lips curl into a smile. "Her statue will look fantastic in my living room. I'm expecting a dynamic pose." Claudia turns to you. "Tell you what, $name. I'll make you a wager. If Madi wins, I get to petrify you. If Madi loses, you get to turn me to stone. Deal?" "Deal." [[Watch Madi compete|Madi PetraDash]]

<<notify 5s>>Statue Collected: Madi Douglas<</notify>>\ As Madi approaches the endzone, she stumbles a bit. Before she can recover, the Perseus tags her in the abdomen. Mottled stone radiates outward from the point of impact. Madi manages another step before her legs fully petrify. She laughs as the calcifying wave flows over her nude body, consuming her torso and arms, leaving only her head. Madi grins as the stone claims her face. Within seconds, the PetraTec COO is fully rendered in solid marble mid-stride. "Fuck, yeah!" you shout, pumping your fist in the air. "In your face, Claudia!" "Well," Claudia says with a shrug, "all's fair in love and PetraDash." [[Shake Claudia's hand|Claudia Petrified][$collected.push("Claudia Knight")]]

Madi's streak of good luck continues as she manages to evade more blasts from the Perseus. With a final burst of speed, she dives across the goal line. The Perseus falls silent. Your jaw drops. "Oh, fuck." "Yes!" exclaims Claudia. "You ready to get stoned, $name?" A deal is a deal, so you nod. "Excellent," she continues. "You'll be a worthy addition to my growing collection." Madi jogs over and grins. "And that's how it's done, $name!" "We had a wager on the side, Madi," Claudia says. "Long story short, $name here is turning to stone in a few minutes." "Splendid!" Madi replies. "What are we waiting for?" Without bothering to get dressed, she starts walking toward the production floor. [[Follow Madi|Claudia Wins]]

<<notify 5s>>Statue Collected: Claudia Knight<</notify>>\ You shake Claudia's hand. "Well played," you say. "You, too, $name." Claudia quickly strips naked, jogs to the center of the field, and stands ready. Someone blows a whistle and the Perseus immediately tags Claudia in the chest with a laser pulse. She shudders, drops to her knees in the grass, arches her back, spreads her arms wide, and looks skyward as she's turning to stone. "Fuck, yeah, baby!" Claudia exclaims. "It feels so fucking—" She's cut off as the wave of marble claims her face, completing the transformation. The PetraTec CEO is now a nude statue forever. You admire the two additions to your statue collection and make a mental note to arrange shipment to your apartment. PetraTec has a couple of important vacancies to fill now. [[Head to the showers|Shower]]

You and Claudia follow a naked Madi to the production floor. You're already nude, so you assume a pose on one of the marble pedestals. After Claudia presses some buttons on the control tablet, a laser beam erupts from the Perseus cannon's barrel, striking you in the chest and eliciting a full-body glow. You can feel the moment your feet turn to stone and fuse to the platform. The wave of marble continues unabated up your calves, thighs, and ass before reaching your abdomen. As it transmutes your chest, you take a final breath. Your heart beats once more and turns to stone. The transformation spills down your arms, fusing them in place forever. WIth the rest of you calcified, the stony wave claims your chin, mouth, and nose. The world falls silent and then dims to darkness. The last thing you see is Claudia smiling at you while Madi waves. You don't regret your wager. It was an acceptable risk to potential come away with two high-value statues. Unfortunately, it didn't go your way, but you're sure Claudia will take excellent care of you. THE END

Props to ''TheAmberBub'', ''DustAndSpirals'', and ''BobTerwillger'' for expert feedback on beta versions of this story. Thanks to ''Ederlezi3'' for suggesting the addition of a statue collection. Props to ''sjuanyu'' for finding bugs in the story as I release new versions. My favorite so far is Gwen still walking and talking after being petrified in another scene. Thanks to ''FailedSave'' for sage advice on writing good JavaScript, something I haven't had occasion to do before now. And mad props to ''Chris Klimas'' for creating <a href="https://twinery.org" target="_blank">Twine</a>, the software I use to write interactive stories. I appreciate all of you! [[Back to intro|Intro]]

You smile and nod before both of you shed your raincoats and walk naked to the middle of the square. Then you strike artistic poses and stand completely still. This attracts quite a few passersby who stop to record you on their phones. Some take selfies with the "statues" or get a closer look—sometimes much closer. You get groped more than a few times! You realize Camille never clarified how long you'd remain as nude statues, so you continue holding your pose like a professional art model for an entire hour. Finally, Camille relaxes and turns to the assembled crowd. "If you'd like the real deal, check out PetraTec's statue catalog online. Thanks, everyone!" [[Retrieve your raincoats|Missing Raincoats]]

"Before we start," you say with a grin, "would you care to make a wager?" Camille raises an eyebrow. "What sort of wager?" "I wager that I can stand still longer than you can." Camille laughs. "Oh, is that so? And what are the stakes for our little wager?" "The loser gets turned to stone." "You're on!" "Cool! Let's do this, baby!" [[Take off your raincoat|Downtown Flash Mob Wager]]

You smile and nod before both of you shed your raincoats and walk naked to the middle of the square. Then you strike artistic poses and stand completely still. This attracts quite a few passersby who stop to record you on their phones. Some take selfies with the "statues" or get a closer look—sometimes much closer. You get groped more than a few times! As the minutes roll by, you start to wonder just how good Camille is at standing still. You realize you could actually lose this challenge and end up as a real statue, not just a naked person in bodypaint. After nearly an hour, you're about to wobble on your feet. What should you do? [[Stare straight ahead|Stare Ahead][$beat_camille to false]] [[Close your eyes|Close Eyes][$beat_camille to true]]

You stare straight ahead, hoping this will help you keep your balance. Unfortunately, a woman in front of you trips and falls. As she goes down, the sudden change messes with your equilibrium just enough. You try in vain to stay still, but you fall forward and have to step to keep from collapsing on the ground. Camille smiles, stretches like a cat, and puts her hands on her hips. "So, $name, have you chosen a statue pose yet?" You roll your eyes. "I was expecting to ask you that question, Camille." Camille laughs and turns to the assembled crowd. "If you'd like the real deal, check out PetraTec's statue catalog online. Thanks, everyone!" [[Retrieve your raincoats|Missing Raincoats]]

In a counterintuitive move, you close your eyes like a freaking Jedi. Though this is normally a bad idea for someone wanting (or needing) to keep their balance, the gambit works for you. Your wobble lessens and stops. You lose track of time and space. After feeling a gentle tap on your shoulder, your eyes fly open to find Camille standing in front of you smiling. "You had your eyes closed, $name, so I could have cheated if I felt like it. But I'm a woman of my word and finally lost my balance. You win!" "Yeah, baby!" you exclaim, pumping your fist in the air. "That's what I'm talkin' about!" "Indeed. Just a moment." Camille turns to the assembled crowd. "If you'd like the real deal, check out PetraTec's statue catalog online. Thanks, everyone!" [[Retrieve your raincoats|Missing Raincoats]]

Reluctantly, you both put your clothes back on. "Great work today, $name!" Camille exclaims. "I believe you have a future in marketing here. See you tomorrow!" [[Head toward home|Leaving]]

<<notify 5s>>Statue Collected: Camille Carrington<</notify>>\ After her hot shower, Camille reaches for her clothes. "Whoa!" you exclaim with a smile. "You won't be needing those ever again, Camille." Camille laughs. "Ah, right. Okay, $name, lead the way." You lead a naked Camille through the main building, out the back door, and onto the production floor. Without you saying anything, she steps onto a marble pedestal. Her feet are shoulder-width apart with hands on her hips, chest thrust out, and a smile on her face. "How's this for a pose, $name?" You flash a thumbs-up as you grab the Perseus control tablet. "Lookin' good, Supergirl! Just hold for a moment." You tap the green button on the screen, causing a bright green beam to shoot from the end of the Perseus cannon's barrel and strike Camille between her breasts. Within seconds, her entire body is glowing. The transformation begins in her feet, bonding her to the stone platform before sweeping up her legs. She lets a gasp slip as her womanhood calcifies. The marble wave continues unabated up her abdomen, petrifying her breasts on its way to her shoulders. Next, it spills down her arms, locking her hands in place on her hips. With her body turned to stone, the transformation ascends over Camille's chin, mouth, and nose. You wave as her eyes become blank orbs of marble. Her tangled locks solidify into rock. It is finished. You admire your new statue for a moment and then decide to see what awaits you next on your first day. [[Go back to the conference room|Conference Room]]

After your hot shower, you reach for your clothes. "Whoa!" Camille exclaims with a smile. "You won't be needing those ever again, $name." You laugh. "Ah, right. Okay, Camille, lead the way." Camille leads you through the main building, out the back door, and onto the production floor. You step onto a marble pedestal and assume a classic contrapposto pose. Camille grabs the Perseus control tablet. "I'm really going to enjoy this," she says with a grin before pressing the green button. A green energy beam leaps from the end of the Perseus cannon's barrel and strikes you on the chest, causing your entire body to glow. You can feel the moment your feet petrify and fuse with the platform you're standing on. The wave of stone sweeps up your legs and abdomen. You take a final breath as your heart stops beating. The marble spills down your arms before ascending over your chin, mouth, and nose. "You'll look amazing in my foyer," Camille remarks just before your ears turn to stone and your eyes become blank marble orbs. Seconds later, your transfomation is complete. As you consciousness takes flight, you decide that while this wasn't how you envisioned your first day ending, you could do much worse than decorating Camille's foyer. THE END