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Apocalypse Shelter Manager 43

Apocalypse Shelter Manager 43

Chapter 43 – Oral Stage (1)

“Come on.”

A Western-style two-story mansion in the best location among the upper VIP residential areas.

I greeted Rose in the lobby of the house.

“Excuse me.”

She took off her shoes on her porch.

The house is western style, but I am Korean and I am comfortable walking around barefoot at home. However, there is one thing I am concerned about.

“Are you wearing shoes with bare feet?”

If that happened, the smelly feet wouldn’t be a joke.

“Because my feet don’t stink.”
“Ah.”

She was an android

“If you want the smelly side, that’s possible too.”

She laughed jokingly.

After gaining her body and traveling through the real world, she seems to have changed her personality a bit.

The reason why Rose came was to report on her rescue operation. Well, there’s nothing special about reporting.

This is just a formality closing procedure, as she has seen her and her robots return to the scene anyway. That’s why I called it to my house.

Rose took off her riot gear and changed into a neatly designed suit that civil servants would wear.

“Report mission complete.”

She saluted me

Generally speaking, a salute is performed in a public place with shoes on.

A beautiful woman entering my house and saluting her bare feet from her interior is a strange feeling in its own right.

“Great job. It’s a perfect performance.”

She hugged her tight.

Then Rose let go of her posture and left her body to me.

A hug with an Android is indescribably warm.

Her skin is as soft as that of a newborn baby, but there is strong power within.

Intoxicated by her coziness, I leaned against her as if I was completely entrusting my body to her.

If she were a normal woman, she would have stumbled under the weight of a grown man, but Rose held me up like a mother who embraces her child.

The movement of coming close at the same time is the same as when a tree root extends through a crack in a sidewalk block.

Two identical limbs, torso, neck, and head are all, so how can it settle into my body so pleasantly?

There is no worry of makeup smearing, and the scent of a woman’s skin undisturbed by perfume is present.

She was the one who rolled over at her site, and I hugged her with her congratulations and her loving heart, but I became the one who was healed by her.

As I untied her embrace, she calmly backed away.

“You worked hard. You look very tired from keeping command.”

Rose carefully reached out her hand and touched my eyes. When I looked in the bathroom, there were some dark circles.

“I couldn’t leave because I was afraid there might be an emergency.”

It’s been a long time since I felt like I was on duty during my active duty days. Unlike that time, there was a difference that I couldn’t let go of the tension because it was a real situation.

Rose looked at me with her serene, but warm face.

“Coffee? Green tea? Yuza-tea?”
“A citron tea, please.”

Second-generation Androids can eat as long as they drink. You can even taste it.

Even developers are debating whether they feel the same pleasure as human taste, but it is certain that they know how to enjoy the taste and aroma.

This feature is not unnecessarily implemented.

Androids having the same sensory organs as humans and pursuing pleasure together in sexual activity.

This fact elicits greater excitement and a sense of conquest in the human host.

Likewise, you can actually savor the taste and aroma, not just pretend to enjoy the tea according to the program.

The reaction that comes from this human sense helps the owner to recognize the android in front of him as a life partner and form an attachment.

The difference between the first generation and the second generation is not simply a function, but a huge difference in the formation of this emotional bond.

This is the reason why many people cherish the second generation until the end of their lives, while the first generation is simply thrown away when it is broken or tired.

There is a famous incident about this.

An old man who was a millionaire but childless and who suffered from illness in his later years refused to visit his human wife and died in the arms of a second-generation android.

After a few months of care, the wife left her husband in the care of a hired caregiver, and when her husband’s death was imminent, she tried to come to the hospital again.

However, at that point, she already had an android by her side who had devotedly cared for her husband for four years.

Although it was a case that attracted public attention in itself, it led to the legal battle of the century when her husband declared that he would inherit his property to the android in his will.

One hug from Rose makes me understand the millionaire’s heart.

“It is delicious.”

Her appearance drinking tea in front of her was elegant itself.

However, if there is one exception, it is the expression.

From a human point of view, it’s just a moderately sweet and sour taste, but what about rose?

She should be rocked by the torrent of signals sent from her tongue by now.

It seems that he was not aware of it, but he shows a colorful expression every time he takes a sip.

It’s not as messed up as the ‘child who drank Coke for the first time’ video I’ve seen before, but the expression that is fading here and there is very cute.

“Do you remember what you said to me before we left? A real-world feedback story.”
“Ah, I remember.”

It is a story that anyone who is in the field of artificial intelligence must have heard at least once.

“Interactions in the real world give artificial intelligence vast amounts of mental feedback.”

Repeated direct interaction with the real world changes ‘something’ in it.

Numerous tastes and stimuli differentiated from the sense of taste.
Warmth, coolness, softness, hardness, and pleasure differentiated from the sense of touch.
Fragrances, odors, and various odors differentiated from the sense of smell.

Numerous sensory signals felt in real life create new codes.

It’s not grandiose enough to say ‘the soul dwells’, but it’s definitely meaningful.

“Breathing the sea breeze, stepping on the sand silently in the dark, passing battles of blood, shrapnel and flames. They were awesome.”

It must have been quite a stimulating experience for Rose, who first set foot in the world.

The salty air coming into the artificial lungs must have felt like a newcomer to drink for the first time, and the soft sand that soaked up every time you took a step made you feel like a cat walking with socks on.

Not to mention the scene of the battle.

“When I entered the maritime prison, I was almost bewildered by the stench and body odors.”
“I thought you were calmly going about the operation?”
“It’s just that I didn’t express it because I was on a mission.”

Certainly, the smell of feces, animal carcasses, and women in the prison on the way up to the prison must have exceeded your imagination.

If you think about it now, it is a miracle that the contagious disease did not spread in such a small place without proper sanitation.

“When I was dealing with female prison leaders in the auditorium, my head was on the verge of overheating. It was because I tried to grasp the whispers and facial expressions of 60 people all at once.”
“Most of them are just meaningless muttering. You just have to focus on the few in front of you who seem to have a strong say.”

This is advice from someone who has had some experience with crowd control during his active career.

“At the time, I didn’t know that. I tried to use the method as a city management artificial intelligence even when I went outside with a physical body.”

It’s like trying to play an FPS game with a monitor and keyboard and mouse all of a sudden with a cell phone touchpad.

It won’t even look right, and precise control is absurd.

“It gave me a sense of how they look when dealing with humans from a human point of view. There was no such thing as equality. Even though they are similar to each other, the strong are determined by a slight difference, and I could feel how many people are shrinking with just one of their small gestures and tone. It will, of course, also affect or constrain their behavior and language.”

Rose put down the teacup.

“Until now, as a peace officer, I have ignored the sensory side of the human beings. Even though human actions are not simply made up of thoughts. But that’s a bad idea.”

She held the teacup with both her hands.

“I feel the warmth. It’s a feeling I didn’t know. How can a being that does not know warmth lead humans? I want to understand more senses. I think that’s another duty as a peace officer. You have to fully understand their senses to be able to understand their feelings.”

I agree with her.

“Because not a few crimes start with the craving for the senses. The senses derived from sight, touch, and taste. The provision of money to fill them. There are various methods of crime, but if you go back to the original motive, there is a thing called sense.”

What would happen if a person who did not know human senses managed public order?

You will never understand why you keep falling into crime, why you keep breaking the rules and threatening the community.

This mission may have given her a boost to her aptitude as a peace officer.

“Sometimes, there are many cases where I act out of deviance because I am pushed by the senses that others give me. Whether it be pleasure or fear. It must be difficult to understand from an omniscient point of view looking down through a camera. You can only see it when you look at it from the same human eye level.”

At my words, Rose nodded her head.

“I want to feel more.”

She drank the remaining citron tea. It is delicious enough to make the person giving it feel worthwhile.

Regardless of whether the taste is good or bad, the taste, heat, and scent of citron tea are happily accepted.

Widely.

“Hoo.”

The feeling that her breath touches my face as she puts down the teacup and exhales lightly. There was also a sweet smell somewhere.

“You look very tired.”
“Because she was called out in her sleep and had to keep an eye on the situation. Besides, there is a lot of work to be done.”

There are a lot of things that need to be dealt with as the residents have come in right away.

Chloro and Rose will take care of production and supply management and prisoner control, and Artemis will take care of the overall operation, but there are plenty of things I need to review and approve.

New control rules, gathering opinions of residents and selecting intermediate measures to deliver to this side, adjusting the balance for inhumane treatment that occurs in the process, these are matters that I, as a human being, have to judge according to my morality.

In terms of workload alone, I can’t compare to them, but since I work in an analog way using the human body and brain, I bear the most burden.

“Ah!”

With a brief exclamation, her gaze turned downward to me.

Looking down at me, there is something that shows off its presence heavily.

“Even when I’m tired, it often happens like this.”
“Okay.”

Rose kept her calm expression, but her gaze didn’t fall below me.

A beautiful body with a beautiful face.
Smart intellect.
No bodily experience.
Beginners with senses who can’t manage their facial expressions with just the sour taste of citron tea.
However, the curiosity about the senses is amplified.
Devotion and submission to me.
Sitting neatly, hands resting on laps,
Wearing a neat suit.
Clean bare feet.

Suddenly, it feels like a skein of thread that has been untied is tightly twisted into one.

Of course, the lower leg is also stiff.

“Rose, come over here.”

Taktak.

I patted her on her thigh and called out to her.

Even she, a beginner in human sensibilities, knows what this means.

Lightly.

The sound of her bare feet stepping across the room.

Sseuseuk.

The sound of clothes brushing against me as they sit on top of me.

Because it was a quiet room, I could hear every little thing like that, and that excites me even more.

A pleasant weight presses me.

“Isn’t the manager a more serious type?”
“No, I’m originally this type.”

Sitting on top of me, her eye level was slightly higher than mine, so she looked down at me. The emotion in her eyes was hard to read.

“In the meantime, I’ve only had Artemis as my conversation partner, and nothing special happened after you woke up. It was basically an artificial intelligence without a body, so it felt more like a chat than a conversation.”

He slowly stroked Rose’s thighs exposed under her skirt.

It feels like that softness and warmth comes through my hands and travels to my lower body.

“A human being in such a state cannot fully show himself even if he wants to. Because humans are social animals. I myself was even surprised at how different I was. Is this how people become more and more strange when isolated?”

When the touch panel was operated, images of numerous women living in the camp appeared.

“Now you can see my original personality a little better?”

She listened to me quietly.

“I think the manager needs more sleep or coffee.”
“Sex is best for sleeping, and sex is best for waking up.”

Rose looked at me with a puzzled expression.

She grabbed her chin and pulled it slowly toward me.

Apocalypse Shelter Manager

Apocalypse Shelter Manager

아포칼립스 셸터 관리자
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
The world is ruinedI am the only remaining resident.However, the world's best artificial intelligence is with me.

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