This is the main chemistry lab of the Sanchez Cartel. They call it Lab LXXXIX.
The host is HONORATO. He's an AI. He administrates all of the experiments that go on here. He needs no help...except when he malfunctions, but that's what techs are for. And Sanchez can always afford a legion of those. Whether he ever WANTS to varies.
Here, seeds are brought. And roots. And stems. And leaves. And flower petals... They're all brought here for the same purpose. For a few, that's medicine. For too many, that's poison.
Outside, Pam flies another nano-craft. This time she flies, and struggles to a lot more than usual, to out-fly a tropicbird.
Behind her, that tropicbird is huge. She's still a thousandth her normal size. And around her, the nanocraft isn't much bigger. That tropicbird sure can fly fast...
Her heart races. Her ass inflates. She trembles. Her boobs...would inflate, if she weren't flat-chested...
At last, Pam gets to the facility. Behind her, the tropicbird gives up the chase.
She lands on a platform, atop the facility roof. She alights, and begins unloading.
She's got several boxes. She struggles, as she carries them across the platform, and towards that chute where she drops them...
Around her, security cameras prowl. They zoom in, on her legs, her ass, her arms, and her open back. And to think that AIs aren't supposed to have emotion.
HONORATO doesn't have emotion; he's just been programmed, by a lot of Sanchez's subordinates, to do this to her whenever they've got her in their sighs. Sanchez codepends it, despite allegedly being in love with Mrs. Sanchez.
Pam gets to the chute, and drops all the parcels inside. She pants, and studies a light near the chute. All around her, cameras ogle her...especially from behind. She's so sexy when she's tired...
The light comes on. Pam sighs happily, stretches her sore spots, yawns, and proceeds back to the nanocraft…
Below her, a trap door opens. She falls through it.