#15: Drone

Terry reread the brief one more time. This was his first project as lead and suspected someone was messing with him. He scanned the office, searching for the prankster, but no one was watching him, waiting for him to spit the dummy.
He leaned over to Margaret. "Hey, is this real?"
He tilted his screen so that she could read the brief.
"Oh, that's nothing. Last year, we had to design a show that replicated a porn star's most famous shot. It was for her retirement or something, no, it was for some porn hall of fame thing. They gave it to me because I was the only women then."
"Wait, what?" Terry asked. He'd applied for this job because he had a PhD in Computer Engineering and an undergraduate degree in fine art. Designing light shows with drones, he had thought, was his dream job. Now, he was designing a birthday party light show for a dog.
"Yeah," Margaret said. "It was pretty gross. I had to design the cum shot and everything. Unfortunately, she didn't swallow. It went all over. I washed the drones individually after that."