This is it, Ty thought. Time to fix Lisa! He closed his eyes again, and tried to imagine the inside of her mind.
Once again, he saw a combination library and control room. However, he was shocked at the state of it. There were few manuals on the bookshelves, and although he didn't know what the organization was supposed to be, this clearly wasn't it. The few manuals present seemed to have been thrown haphazardly onto random shelves. They weren't standing. A few were open. More were randomly scattered on the floor, as were torn-out pages, and unidentifiable debris. The control panels were poorly maintained, and many appeared to be entirely non-functional. Some had been ripped out, with the cut ends of wiring bundles exposed. Many of the monitors that were at least powered showed only static. There was a chair with... if that was a homunculus, it was an odd one. It didn't look even vaguely human. In fact, it looked like an anthropomorphic phallus, slumped over the desk, asleep and snoring. There were three manuals on the desk, one open. Ty looked at the titles. They were all volumes of "Ty, Operations Procedures". Oh, fuck, Ty thought.
He shook the homunculus, the cock, and it didn't wake, but it muttered, "Increase blood flow." He shook it harder. "Leave me alone, I'm working," it said. It suddenly became alert, and looked at Ty. "Who the hell are you? You're not supposed to be here! Get out!" It reached for a phone handset on the console.
Ty grabbed the phone handset away from the homunculus, and slammed it down. He grabbed the homunculus by where it should have had a neck, and yelled, "What in the hell is going on here?"
"Nuh... nothing!" the homunculus replied. "Everything is normal." It? he? eyed the phone handset.
"I don't know who you think you're going to call, but it's not going to happen," Ty said. He unplugged both ends of the phone handset cord, and shoved it into his pocket.
"Hey! I need that to do my job!" the homunculus cried.
"I don't think you've been doing your job, whatever it is," Ty replied. "Not properly. But now that I'm here, things are going to be a lot different."
The homunculus cowered. "Who _are_ you?", it asked.
"Not that I owe you any explanation," Ty said, "but my name is Ty, and I am your boss now. I am your GOD!" he thundered.
"Ty?" asked the homunculus? "_The_ Ty? Of course you're my boss. I just never expected to see you here."
Ty demanded, "And your name is?"
"Cock," said the homunculus. "Don't you recognize me?"
"OK, Cock. It's time for you to start explaining," Ty said. "Where is Lisa?"
"Lisa? Who's Lisa?" Cock said. "There's no Lisa here. Never has been."
"Wrong answer," Ty replied. Picking up the homunculus by what passed for its neck, and squeezing, he said, "Maybe Lisa isn't here now, but she was before, and you're going to tell me where she is, or you're finished!" He thrust Cock back down into the chair.
"You can't threaten me!" Cock said. "I'm part of you. You'd only be hurting yourself!"
"You're wrong about that," Ty said. "You may have been part of me once, but you aren't now. If you don't start giving me the answers I want, your life expectancy will be very short."
Cock shrank a bit in the chair. "Okay, okay," Cock said, "I'll cooperate. But I don't know this 'Lisa'. Some asshole has been trying to tell me, err, us? Cock? that our name is Lisa, which is absurd. We've started going along with it, just to try to shut him up. No one is supposed to talk to us! We aren't even supposed to listen, or reply, or think! There aren't even procedures for it," Cock said, gesturing at the few manuals on the console. "We've just had to try to wing it!"
"'Some asshole' is me, buddy, and you'd be wise to remember it. When I give you an order, either in here or out there," Ty said, gesturing to the monitor, showing Lisa's sleeping body, "you're going to hop to it, and procedures be damned!
"Now, for your information," Ty said, grabbing the homunculus' head and pointing it directly at the monitor, "that is Lisa."
"No, that is Cock!" the homunculus shouted, indignantly. "We are Cock!"
"Do you need glasses or something?" Ty asked, shoving the Cock head closer to the monitor. "Does that look like Cock to you?"
"Um, no." Cock said. "It looks all wrong. But I can only work with what I've got."
Ty said, "How long have you had this job?"
Cock had to think. "A long time. Years? I'm not sure."
"And you've been in this control room that whole time?" Ty asked.
"Well, no," Cock said. "I used to work in a different control room. I was transferred here just recently. A transfer? Who ever heard of such a thing. But that's the order I was given."
"Ordered by whom?"
Cock looked up at Ty, wonderingly. "Why, by you, of course. Who else?"
"This just gets better and better," Ty said, groaning.