The following document is a transcript of the spoken words recorded by the Longman Assist smarthome listeners in Eliza Longman’s penthouse over the course of the night she disappeared. It is not for dissemination to the press or the wider public, and is being circulated around law enforcement and Longman Incorporated’s security division in the hope that someone will read this and have an insight not yet part of the investigation.

Both Ms Longman’s assistant and her ex-wife confirm that the other voice heard in these recordings is unknown to them. The transcript has been automatically generated; where the AI responsible considered the emphasis in the spoken words unusual it has marked that emphasis accordingly.

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Assist?

Yes, Ms Longman?

Any messages?

Three hundred and twelve, Ms Longman.

Apply my usual filters for importance.

Four, Ms Longman.

And for the time of night.

None, Ms Longman.

Good. Assist, set my alarm for 5:30.

Alarm is set, Ms Longman.

Communication lockdown is in effect.

Any exceptions, Ms Longman?

Yes, my ex - you know what? No. No exceptions.

Communication lockdown confirmed, Ms Longman.

Good.

{24 minutes of silence, except for the faint sound of running water}

Assist?

Yes, Ms Longman?

Let’s have some music, alright?

Yes, Ms Longman. Playing from your private favourites.

{Playback begins with Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson, Work B*tch by Britney Spears, and U + Ur Hand by P!nk.}

Assist?

Yes, Ms Longman?

Knock off the music, will you?

Yes, Ms Longman.

I’m not in the mood.

No, Ms Longman.

{Audible sigh. Silence then follows for 17 minutes.}

No, this won’t do. Assist?

Yes, Ms Longman?

Book an appointment with Dr Markham. A long one.

Yes, Ms Longman. Is this urgent?

No. But I want one tomorrow if possible.

Yes, Ms Longman. Is there anything I should tell him ahead of time?

Tell him… shit. Tell him I’m happy I achieved my goal, but I’m having some real remorse about the other results of what I did.

Yes, Ms Longman.

What’s my schedule like for tomorrow?

8:30am, press conference, lobby below. 9:15am, coffee with Mr Worthing en route to Head Office. 9:45am, Operations meeting. Noon-

Enough.

Yes, Ms Longman.

{Silence for 57 seconds.}

Fuck.

{Silence for 3 minutes.}

Set my usual alarms.

Yes, Ms Longman.

White noise.

Yes, Ms Longman.

{White noise plays for the remainder of the transcript.}

{No speech for 5 minutes.}

Lights out, Assist.

Yes, Ms Longman.

Goodnight, Assist.

Goodnight, Ms Longman.

{White noise is the only sound for 92 minutes.}

{There is a quiet, high-pitched tone. Probabilistic analysis suggests that this was the sound of a glass-cutter at the window. It continues for just under 2 minutes. It is followed by a soft thud, and then footsteps muffled by carpet.}

{The following verbiage has been reconstituted by AI from a male voice, speaking very softly, over white noise.}

Fucking nightsight goggles are giving me a headache. Alright, it’s the right floor. Lights are out. That’s all good stuff. Where am I headed?

{31 seconds of white noise, before the sound of a doorhandle rattling.}

Fuck.

{15 seconds of white noise, and the sound of a door opening.}

Oh, here we go.

{22 seconds of white noise, and then a loud metallic puncture sound. From this point on, verbiage is clearly audible and there is no need to use audio processing to approximate spoken words.}

AHHH! What the FUCK?

Easy. Easy, girl.

Who’s there? Assist! Lights!

Yes, Ms Longman.

{A scream registering at 118 decibels and lasting five seconds. It is abruptly muffled, and cuts off a half-second later.}

That’s enough of that. Just stay quiet for now.

{Audible and indignant-sounding mumbling.}

Easy now.

{The sound of flesh striking flesh.}

Ah! Shit!

{A scrabbling sound, fabric whipping back and forth under human motion, which abruptly stops.}

Will - you - stop?

{Heavy breathing.}

Look, sugartits, this is going to end one way whatever happens. Sit back and let it happen and believe me, you’ll thank me. I’m going to take my hand away now, but if you want to tell your little system to get you help, you won’t find the chance, okay?

Mmmph! MMMMP - gaaah!

OK, calm down, girl. This is all going to make sense to you soon.

Who the hell are you?

Nobody you know. At least I assume not. Let’s just say I have a connection to someone who hated you.

Hated? Past tense?

Christ. You always wake up sharp enough to cut yourself?

{Angry breathing is audible for 4 seconds.}

Alright. Sure. They’re gone.

So you’re going to kill me in my bed?

Jesus! No. Nobody’s going to die.

Then whatever this is, you must know you’re never going to get away with it.

{Masculine laughter.}

I’m serious, you son of a bitch. You can’t just stab me with something and expect nothing to come of it.

I really can, you know. For one thing, you’re not going to ask anyone to come after me. You’re probably going to ask them not to, if they listen to you.

If you actually knew who I am, you’d know everyone listens to me. What’s that supposed to mean?

Things change, princess.

I… uhm…

Oh? Good.

I… uhh… what… what d’you mean… guhhhh…

I’ve been waiting for your shot to kick in properly since you screamed.

Shot? You…

{Amusedly} Injected you. Yes.

With what?

You’ll excuse me if I don’t bother with the full details. Aside from anything else, I figure you’re way more interested in the effects, right?

{Quietly} Y… yeah.

Well, let’s see how smart the ‘World’s Smartest Woman’ actually is. What do you feel? What have you noticed?

Don’t make me say.

{A snort of laughter}

Oh see now I really want to hear.

{A brief burst of sound like a body thrashing in fabric.}

Shhhh sh-sh-sh-sh. Easy now.

{Violently} I want you to get the fuck out of here!

Do you? Do you really?

{A 3 second pause}

{quietly} No.

What do you want?

{even more quietly} Sex. I… I…

{There is more sound of body moving against fabric, but slower, less violent.}

Go on.

I really need it. I’d even take… take your cock.

Must be confusing as a lesbian.

Um. Yeah. And… and…

And you’d expect to have more important things on your mind right now?

Well, yeah.

If you lay still and don’t fuss and let me do the next couple things I’ve got to do after, I’ll fuck you.

{Silence for 11 seconds.}

Deal?

I don’t want to make a deal with you.

Of course not. I broke into your apartment. I’ve injected you with something. I’m pinning you down. You don’t want anything to do with me. But you do want my cock inside you. Don’t you?

{A wordless noise of frustration and denial.}

I can wait a little longer if you want. Until the shot’s properly done its job, and you’re begging for it.

Oh God.

{Amusedly} Are you squirming right now? You like that idea, huh?

Who are you?

You don’t need to know that.

I want to know.

No, you want my cock.

I can want both.

Prioritise, doll.

{Silence for 13 seconds.}

Your cock.

So are you going to stay quiet while I do the rest of my work?

I…

{audible sigh}

Fuck.

I want a yes.

Fuck you.

Not until I’ve done the rest of my work.

{Almost inaudible} Yes.

Good. Lie still then.

What is that?

This? Well, it’s not the same as the first shot I gave you. Honestly that thing’s pretty straightforward. It takes time to work, but by the time it’s done its work, you’re literally too horny to think straight. Or, I guess, in your case, you’re too horny not to. {One sided laughter.}

Why?

Well, because this is a bit of a treatment. It’s not just a shot. I need to put these headphones on you first, and you need to lie still and let the recording play. And you DO need to, dollface, if you want a cock in you before dawn.

What is this?

Um… well. I guess there’s no reason you shouldn’t know. All the same… there we go… I just don’t want to play too much of my hand. Just let things happen and you’ll be properly fucked in the end.

You scare me.

I won’t.

{Relative quiet for 1 minute 23 seconds.}

What is this?

Do you hear something?

Yes, I think so…

Listen.

But…

{Quiet for 1 minute 9 seconds.}

I… I… I hear… and I… obey…

God. Finally.

I… hear… and I obey… I hear and I obey. I hear and I obey. I hear and I obey.

Ahhh. There we go. Right… next track.

{Analysis indicates the minute noise heard at this and several forthcoming points is the audio of a smartphone’s ‘button’ being clicked.}

I am a good girl. Good girls obey. I am a good girl. Good girls obey. I am a good girl. Good girls obey.

{Button click.}

Submission is right. Submission is fun. Submission is right. Submission is fun. Submission is right. Submission is fun.

{Button click.}

I kneel and submit. I kneel and submit. I kneel and submit.

{Button click.}

I’m happy I’m a good girl. I’m happy I’m a good girl. I’m happy I’m a good girl.

{Button click.}

That seems in pretty good order. How are you feeling?

Mmmmm… How would you like me to feel?

{Delighted laughter.} Oh that’s precious. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?

I want whichever you want.

Okay, I can see I’m going to have to get used to thinking through what I say. The good news is you do still get my cock- {Immediate sound of movement from under fabric} - ah, ah, ah! You don’t get it yet.

I hear and I obey.

Oh, that’s real good to hear. But you see, I haven’t left any DNA here yet. I don’t plan to. So we do that later.

Anything you want. I’m a good girl; I want you happy.

Right. Get up and out of bed.

I hear and I obey.

{A whistling sound.}

Jeez. You keep yourself in shape.

Do I please you?

Oh, honey, we don’t have time to go into that right now. Listen. Is there a private elevator in this apartment?

Oh yes.

Does it reach the garage?

Yes.

And do you have a car downstairs?

I have two. The Bentley and the Maserati.

Oooh. Choices I didn’t expect. Which is more fun to drive?

The Maserati.

Which is more fun to be driven in?

The Bentley.

We’ll take the Bentley, then, because you’ll be driving.

I hear and I obey.

The nightdress won’t work for getting away from here, though. Strip it off. Where’s your wardrobe?

Slide those mirrors to the left. I hear and I obey.

{The sound of something moving on rollers, and a prolonged rustle of fabric that continues into the next dialogue.}

OK, so what I’m looking for here is something that’ll pass for normal if anyone sees us, especially in black. Oh, hey, this’ll… Wow. Twirl around for me.

I hear and I obey.

Oh Lord the ass is just as good. Marvellous. Now, sugartits, you understand that this isn’t revenge.

It’s not?

No. That’s a motivation, sure, but it’s just why I started looking at you. Mostly there’s plenty of money at stake, and I figured you had a good body too. I just didn’t realise how hot you were when all that business-formal crap stops getting in the way.

{A pause of 3 seconds.}

Say thank you.

Thank you.

Here, put this on. Nice and dark and it looks kinda professional.

I hear and I obey.

{A pause of just under 2 minutes.}

Alright. Get your keys and show me where the elevator is.

I hear and I obey.

{Footsteps and jingling.}

Just before we go, do you wanna tell that Assist of yours to delete everything it’s heard tonight?

Do I?

I’m really gonna have to watch that. Alright. Tell your Assist to delete all the audio it collected tonight.

Assist?

Yes, Ms Longman?

Delete all audio from tonight.

Yes, Ms Longman. Ms Longman?

Yes?

It seems likely from my analysis of the audio that you are under duress. Should I alert security?

{Confused} I’m not under duress?

Oh. Very well, Ms Longman. Proceeding with deletion.

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Whoever the intruder is, it seems likely he would have left us with far less information about Ms Longman’s state of mind if he had directed her to wipe the Assist or to get rid of the information, as she would certainly have thought to use the word ‘Purge’ instead of delete, rendering the data unrecoverable.

The Bentley was found abandoned in a short-stay car park by Grand Station. We have to assume the intruder expected this to be found as no steps were taken to hide it. Ms Longman then bought pairs of tickets on all six major train routes out of the city, giving them over 100 stations at which the two could have alighted and disappeared.

Any deductions or inferences on the identity or origins of the intruder would be greatly helpful in narrowing down where to search. The above transcript is confidential and MUST not find its way into the hands of the press.