Cristina Gallegos stood outside the front doors of TFO Construction headquarters, gazing up at the imposing mirrored glass and steel edifice. Every material in the building was organically sourced, which wasn’t surprising for a company in the organically sourced building materials business. Some of the steel beams probably came from TFO7, made from male prisoners turned to metal and smelted under Cristina’s watchful gaze.
She sauntered through the lobby, her black stiletto heels clicking on marble tiles that used to be real people. When one says that TFO has 100% organically sourced materials, they really mean 100%.
Cristina approached the reception desk, where a young man sat. He looked up and smiled.
“How may I help you?”
“Cristina Gallegos to see Dominic Steele.”
He checked his computer and nodded.
“You’re right on time, Ms. Gallegos. Please have a seat and Mr. Steele will be right with you.”
Cristina thanked him and dropped into a leather chair, careful to spread her legs and expose her black lace panties under her short emerald dress. She grinned as the male receptionist stole multiple glances at her crotch.
A man emerged from a side door and beckoned to her.
“Right this way, Cristina. I’ve been expecting you.”
Cristina stood up and shook hands with Dominic Steele, the Production Manager for Metals and Cristina’s direct boss.
“Good to see you again, Dom.”
“Likewise. How was your trip?”
“Uneventful,” Cristina replied. “Just the way I like it.”
Dominic led her through a maze of hallways and into a large conference room. Seven people were waiting, including Veronica Vaughn, the VP of Material Sourcing and Dominic’s supervisor.
“Hello, Cristina,” Veronica said with a nod.
“Hi, Veronica. Pleasure to meet you.”
Dominic and Cristina sat down in two available chairs.
“So,” Veronica began, “how would you like a promotion, Cristina?”
Cristina’s jaw dropped. “I would love that! What would the position be?”
“Internal Auditor.”
“Oh, wow. Me? An auditor?”
“Yes,” Dominic said. “We see high potential in you, Cristina. And a willingness to do what it takes for the company. So, what do you think?”
“I’ll take it! Thank you!”
“Splendid!” Veronica exclaimed. “You’ll report to TFO9 tomorrow morning to audit the facility’s operations. They’re expecting a large shipment of female prisoners, so it’ll be quite busy.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“All right,” said Dominic. “You’re free to go. We’ll expect a full audit report by the end of the day tomorrow.”
“You got it, boss.”
“Actually, I’m your boss now,” Veronica remarked with a smile. “And Dominic is your peer.”
“Oh, okay. That’ll take some getting used to. Well, thank you again! I’ll get you that report tomorrow.”
Cristina left the room and pumped her fist in the hallway.
“Hell, yeah!” she exclaimed, earning a few odd looks from co-workers, not that Cristina cared.
Cristina arrived at TFO9 the following morning at 7:55, five minutes before the ship was scheduled to arrive. The facility technician was outside waiting for her.
“Hi, Cristina. I’m Gabby Thompson. Welcome to TFO9.”
“Thanks, Gabby. Let’s get started, shall we?”
“Certainly. Right this way.”
They entered the building and emerged into a large open space with conveyor belts and machines. Moments later, they heard the unmistakable sound of a star cruiser landing outside. Gabby pointed.
“The ship’s docking bay lines up with that upper belt, so our raw material will enter the facility through that opening.”
Sure enough, horizontal blocks of carbonite soon appeared on the belt. Cristina and Gabby ascended a metal staircase to a catwalk overlooking the main conveyor belt. The lead block had the form of a nude woman extending in bas relief from the front. She had a look of surprise, which was entirely expected given the nature of the freezing process.
“This batch,” Gabby continued, “is arriving from a women’s prison on Titan. They were frozen on-site and shipped off for the weeks-long journey.”
The block moved into the first machine and stopped. The interior glowed a bright red for about ten seconds, melting all the carbonite. When the belt started up again, the nude woman was lying prone on it.
As she began to stir, the belt carried her into a plexiglass box that quickly filled with orange gas. When the woman exited the box, she was completely still.
“Sweet dreams,” Gabby told the unconscious woman.
The next station was an eight-by-four-foot overhead light that illuminated the woman in bright blue. As Gabby and Cristina watched, the woman’s form faded to translucence and then to full transparency.
“She’s been converted into glass,” Gabby explained, “which sets her up nicely for the next step in the process.”
The sand woman moved inside the next machine, a large kiln-like device, and the belt stopped. Cristina and Gabby watched through a thick window as the woman’s glass form was heated to more than 3,000 degrees Fahrenheit. As it reached peak temperature, the glass melted and collected in a shallow rectangular form on a parallel belt below.
Once all the glass had melted, the lower belt moved under a set of spray nozzles that blasted the molten glass until it cooled and solidified. Finally, suction cups lifted the now-solid pane of glass and placed it on a pallet. The pallet slowly filled with more glass panes as more women were processed. When it was full, an automated pallet jack whisked it away onto a train waiting outside.
“So,” said Gabby, “there you have it, Cristina. Probably very similar to your old posting at TFO7. Any questions for me?”
“Just one,” Cristina replied. “Why would you embezzle millions of dollars into an offshore bank account?”
Gabby’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what? How did you—not that I’m saying… Hey, what’s that?”
By the time Gabby realized what was happening, Cristina already had the drop on her, spraying an anesthetic directly in her face. Gabby crumpled to the ground unconscious.
Some time later, Gabby awoke naked and lying on a conveyor belt. Her eyes widened in alarm, but her body refused to respond.
What’s happening? Where are my clothes? Why can’t I move?
“A paralytic agent, of course,” Cristina explained from the catwalk adjacent to the belt. “You know, we’re quite well-compensated by TFO. This could have all been avoided. Oh, well. Live and learn, I suppose.”
The belt started up, carrying Gabby’s prone form under the overhead box where it was bathed in bright blue light. Recognition of her imminent peril arrived instantly.
Oh, fuck, no! Not like this! Any other way but this!
It was too late for her, of course, as within seconds her entire body had been converted into glass. Less than two minutes later, she’d been melted down and formed into a uniform pane of glass.
“See you around, Gabby,” Cristina remarked, turning away. “Time to double-check those cooked books now.”
It took all day, but Cristina finished her audit and calculated the amount Gabby had embezzled down to the penny. In addition, she decrypted Gabby’s offshore account details from a flash drive and recovered the missing funds for TFO. It was time to place a call to HQ.
“Hi, Veronica. Yes, it’s done. No, she didn’t see it coming at all. And I got the money back, too. Yes, 10% sounds quite fair. So where am I off to next? TFO8? That’s the stone plant, right? Excellent! Looking forward to seeing that production process up close and personal. Yes, I’ll send my report in an hour and be on the next flight out. Talk to you later.”
Cristina hung up the phone, leaned back in the chair, and kicked up her heels on Gabby’s desk.
“Ah, I fucking love this job! Turning traitors into building materials is the best gig ever. Tomorrow will be even better!”
Copyright 2026 Olivia Zoe Quinn
Story notes
It took a while to write the second part of this series. I guess that goes with the territory when I have so many unfinished series to work on. I haven’t decided yet on an overall story arc for “BioForge” aside from Cristina’s various audits, but I’m sure I’ll dream up something bizarre. We shall see!
Article Tags: Female · Glass · Melted · Nudity · Sci-Fi · Statue
