Chapter 23 – BAD ENDING 001 Slave Worker Sonia Ending
“If you understand, stand over there. Slave Worker. If you can be of any help to the Master, can you sign this?”
“Help Master…Dear Master…I’m a Slave Worker…
Yeah! Master! If I can be of any help…!”
When did Peko prepare it again, of course, it was a space where facilities related to the slave worker units were collected, so when you open the drawer, the documents were related, but… Anyway, the contract documents for the Sky City combat walker unit that Peko presented.
The reason that the document is not a document of human rights waiver for slaves, criminals, or those who have given up human rights, but a document close to a contract or employment as a free citizen is not intended to be considerate of Sonia, but the slave worker unit without such human rights rights is a pilot and master. It was because the unit’s expression of intention was not reflected in the assignment.
“Here it is. Master. With this, I officially became Sky City’s Slave Worker Unit Sonia! Please take good care of me from now on, Master! As Slave Worker Unit Sonia, I will entrust everything to the Master!”
Even just a few minutes ago, Sonia might have been a bit surprised by her declaration of obedience like this, but she might have been a bit hesitant, but perhaps thanks to the mind-controlling crystals that melted into every corner of her head and her absurdly insufficient mental resistance, she realized her identity as a slave worker unit. Other than that, Sonia’s other identity no longer existed.
“Then, go into the slave unit suit processor. The treatment will be sprayed on its own when you enter, so don’t move and just stand there. Answer?”
“Yes. Master.”
A transparent, dome-shaped plastic cylinder that slowly descends as Peko stands at her fingertip.
Now, Sonia notices that the traces of paint scattered all over the floor are sprayed in a circular shape. A huge cylinder hanging from above, probably to keep the paint from splashing around and getting dirty, slowly came down and began to encircle Sonia.
[Processing the slave worker unit suit.]
Then, a robot arm with an injector that pops out naturally as if it were its turn.
The only robot arm that did not hold a sprayer neatly collected it and pulled it upward so that the black sticky bodysuit liquid for the walker unit would not stick to Sonia’s golden hair.
[Slave Worker Waiting Position 1]
“Ah… I see.”
Sound from the built-in speaker. As soon as Sonia hears the word Slave Worker Standby 1, the information entered in a corner of her head pops into her mind. Slave Worker Unit.
At the sound of Slave Worker Waiting Position 1, Sonia naturally lifted her hands up and her chest followed suit.
A robot arm and a sprayer that sparingly pull the spray trigger toward such a slave worker unit.
Like the water grains that came out when the sprayer was pressed hard, fine particles like black mist began to spray with a pooh…Pooh…
Once. Twice, three times… Even after spraying it several times, it didn’t feel like it was covered, but… As it continued to spray, the slave unit became a little bit like wearing a black body suit.
[Slave Worker Waiting Position 2]
“I checked the instructions…”
Sonia, who had made pose 1 and raised her hands and sprayed black paint all the way to the lower part of her breasts, was told that it was pose 2 this time, so she naturally created a pose that exposed a lot of skin that was still flesh-colored. .
Black paint sprayed on and off in order. 2 posture. Pose three times. One by one, sprayers spray precisely down to the neck for reasons of the slave worker’s appearance.
Of course, the common slave worker units provided for pilots who do not care about appearance or performance comparison are just covered in rubber like a rubber doll made of rubber, but Peko is a slave worker Sonia is pretty and boasts her large breasts I decided to leave the face and hair alone for the purpose of carrying around as a personal assistant on holidays.
[Open the core insertion site for slave worker unit control.]
“Yes. Like this…? Hey… Tea… It’s cold…♡”
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(It’s a lot tougher than I thought… It’s not sticky…)
[Slave worker unit injection processing has been completed.]
Sonia, the slave worker, reveals herself when the shield that had been lowered to prevent the paint from splashing on her was lifted again and the robot arm with the sprayer was rearranged.
Just before, when she stood in this place, she was wearing nothing but hair removal. Artificial skin treatment that is now more sensitive to electrical stimulation.
To those who don’t know, it was Slave Worker Sonia who received a performance upgrade that looks like just a spray-type bodysuit treatment.
“Oh…? Isn’t it pretty? After it’s out, I’d like to sit there as it is. Okay, ‘Sonia’?
Now that name is also goodbye. We’re almost done. I’m going to sortie again right after this, so focus on it. Answer me whether you know it or not. Sonia.”
“Uh…Uhh…Yes master… I don’t know what that means… I got it…”
(Farewell to the name… The last name…? I don’t know what the Master is saying… Goodbye… Uhm… By any chance Just like soldiers are called by call signs… Will I be called that way from now on as a master’s exclusive worker unit…Really…Like a real slave worker unit…Ah… I was now Slave Worker Sonia… I almost forgot something important. I almost made a mistake as the Master’s Slave Worker…)
“Why are you standing so far away? Don’t you know that everyone is busy? Sit down quickly, Sonia.”
“Sorry…Sorry…Sigh…Sigh…Sorry!”
Sonia’s thought circuit dominated by her identity as a slave worker unit. It is common sense to act for the Master. On the contrary, it was Sonia’s mindset that was applied as it was, even to the mindset of creating great pain and anxiety on her own when pointed out by the master.
“Sorry…I’ll sit down soon…!”
Sonia’s apology to Peko. However, without answering back, Peko, who seemed impatient for some reason, grabbed Sonia’s wrist and dragged her, making Sonia sit on her metal chair next to her spray machine.
“Don’t move. Sonia. It’s an order.”
“Yes. Master. Slave Worker Sonia will not move… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
In this place where the worker unit management facilities are located, one by one, Peko moves more and more urgently as more people, of course, pay attention to the high-quality slave worker unit that Peko has nothing to see but seems to have been newly stocked.
The reason, of course, was the anxiety that this good, high-quality slave worker unit, Sonia, might be taken away by being nitpicked here and there.
The cavalry commander I just met didn’t use it himself, and there was a positive cause that he wanted to give the newcomers a chance, so Peko laughed and passed it on, but that was a idioty armored corps commander, so the story worked out like that, a new chick walker pilot who was jealous of Peko. There was no one… Except for one person, he naturally escaped, but at the slave worker unit autonomous maintenance center where Peko and Sonia are now standing, it was Peko who knew better what else might happen.
Perhaps, if we had delayed a little longer, the hawk sister, who was staring at the Slave Worker Unit, an E-cup busty blonde girl sitting on the master engraving machine with hawk eyes, might have approached with a nefarious plan. While one of the sisters quarreled with Peko and pulled him out, he ‘accidentally’ pressed the terminal connected to the slave worker sitting on the ‘master imprint’ device, permanently imprinted ownership certification, and then a little alimony as an apology. A simple task that ends with just taking care of it… Sister Mae Soo-in is a daughter of the noble Mae family. It’s a very easy and simple scheme…!
Of course, Peko, who thought of all the imaginings, fixed her wrists and ankles with a leather belt without hesitation, and then put another sheet of soothing film on the forehead of the slave worker unit.
Profit. A sheet of sedative film tape. Another sharp insert crystal. Peko puts another calming crystal patch on top of it.
It was the default option to put a visor on the eyes, where the screen with the letters [PK-02] Written on it was so shiny that it hurt my eyes.
“Uh… Master… My head… Strange…”
“Whatever you see, keep looking at it.”
Sonia understood that [PK-01] Was Millie without saying anything. Then PK-02…
(PK-02 is… Me… That’s it…)
“I am…PK-02…Is…Master?”
Even if I understood it in my head, the master’s orders were absolute, and as a slave worker unit, the master’s decision determined everything, but as a slave worker with Sonia’s personality remaining, the slave worker questioned the master himself.
If the personality was damaged, it would be impossible to think or ask questions on its own, but the high-performance slave worker unit, which was born with a body and mindset suitable for this slave worker unit, began to think by asking questions to its master.
(As a slave worker unit, I am the one who can do nothing without the Master… The Master is everything to me… The person who manages everything for me…)
“Right~! From now on, the slave worker unit identification is PK-02. It’s PK-02, so remember it correctly. Okay?
If you say Sonia or any other weird word, you’ll be punished, so be careful. Then can you answer me?
Slave worker. It’s a master order. Erase the word Sonia from your memory. Don’t take it out again. Okay?
Instead… It’s a reward. From now on, if you hear the word PK-02, I’ll set you up to feel better. From now on, I will live as PK-02.”
“Yes. Master. I forgot the word Sonia. I’m not Sonia… Master’s slave worker unit. PK-02…
I’m Peko’s exclusive slave worker unit. PK-02…PK-02…♡”
Sonia. Each ‘people’ had their eyes on the Slave Worker, who had now become PK-02. Chit Chet. Haa… As if showing off the same reaction, Peko muttered to PK-02 while fiddling with PK-02’s right collarbone on top of the combat walker bodysuit, as if to show off.
“I’m busy right now, so I can’t do it… But after today’s sortie, I’ll engrave my name here as a slave worker… Expect it, PK-02?”
Peko whispered as if caressing, perhaps trying to make PK-02 go away by ear only. ‘Of course, it’s about when PK-02 is good at it, so I can do it well, right?’ Peko, an elite combat walker pilot in a black uniform, stroked his head.
“Go…Thank you, Master!
PK-02. I will do my best to receive the Master’s reward…♡”
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“Yes. Master. Peko-sama’s exclusive slave worker unit. PK-02 sortie preparations are complete.”
[PK-02] [PK-02] Engraved with black printing ink on the right collarbone on the slightly transparent bodysuit as it gradually adheres to the skin and the pigment escapes
There were various things in the middle, but PK-02, who happened to be photographed by a Sky City reporter during the operation and worked as a PR model for armored units or slave worker units.
Even now, it is still lacking, but very little, very little, but it seems that the number of voluntary slave worker unit applicants has increased.
“Please, touch the lewd slave worker unit PK-02. Master…♡ It’s for the necessary lubricant for the control core rod that transmits the master’s instructions… Haa…Just a little more…Please touch me, master…♡”
Continued from the aftermath of the bad ending.
