Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2017 0:57:52 GMT -5
This seemed to be the place alright.
Looking around this part of her hometown, which resided near the ocean, she saw workers moving in and out of a factory, loading things onto a truck that took off after. At first glance, it seemed like this place had dozens of workers, as the way they drifted in and out had order to it. Though looking at each of their faces, it had to at least be just a single dozen, or two at best.
If that wasn't enough indication she was in the right place, the billboard outside certainly did. Crushing the paper she had in her hand with this place's address, the note was pocketed away with one hand, while she took out her phone with the other.
Someone like her being in a place like this, she could tell from several glances was already odd, and likely something would be done about it, if not for the workers being busy. What she had however, would clear things up, hopefully without having to go through some kind of misunderstanding. That sort always seemed to happen when it came to differences in age between a party.
To the workers here, she was less experienced, and that there were things in the world she yet to experience herself. It was true to an extent, though she would hardly say that didn't mean she wasn't competent in other affairs. Or even stop her from learning the routines they've had around here. One which she hoped to speed up by the time her presence here was fully exerted.
Walking towards the factory where people seemed to be coming in and out of, no one had stopped her, as she took a look around. The place was what you would really expect from a hauling company, filled with materials like wood, carefully stacked in piles.
Many of the cardboards these materials were placed in, had the word fragile, and an arrow pointing to which side it should be placed. The interesting thing was, it wasn't stacked the way the labels had said it should be. Though she doubted it was an error.
This place might have been short on workers from what she had researched, but they seemed to be efficient enough to still give off the impression that things were fine. Their boss should have been around here somewhere. She had sent him an email the day before about her arrival, though she didn't have any high hopes of him actually seeing it. Or if he did, getting a response back.
Easier to be here in person, than discuss future affairs through email, which she just considered to be more of a courtesy than anything else. What she pulled up on her phone as she walked around the place, were records of this company's stock she bought.
An investment she had been saving up for awhile, and only made the transaction of buying it at its cheapest, the night she had came back to East City, from her trip up to the Cold North. Her interest in this place had grown after learning that, although they could find businesses to work with, there wasn't enough workers to fill the demand that they had. Surely, there was a reason.
While money could be an issue, she figured there had to have been more of an underlying factor, that just couldn't have been said. The place also had a gorgeous view of the sea, so with its stocks plummeting, she had no issues with sweeping it up. Things could be turned around with her guidance, and this would be one of many resources of finance she would have in the future.
As she continued forward, she heard yelling in the distance. It was too far to really make out what was being said, but if she had to guess from watching the workers around here, it was what should be hauled onto where, and at an efficient speed as well.
Whether this was just from stress, or the way that things worked for a business like this, she couldn't tell. She only knew that these people were busy, and the chances of her having a more formal meeting, seemed like it might be rather difficult.
Nothing that would stop her from trying however. She had the power to make them listen, if they were really going to give her trouble. Her parents acting as representatives for these shares she had, should not get in the way of her own business with them.
With the warm air around here, brought on by the walls of this place, being tight enough to not let in too much air from outside, it was easy to tell when there was a change, however slight it was. The way down here, she had only felt heat from all of the movement. But this change she had felt was coming through, and a lot faster than any of the workers could hope to have.
"When there's all work and no play..."
Striking the pose she had come to know was his signature, the blue alien had begun a speech he had likely just come up with. Similar to when she had met her Majin servant, it had only been a week or so since he had settled into living at the mansion, although she would say his presence was exerted, since day one. That patriotic voice of his, just contrasted against her morals.
"Who else to save the day, but Dashi, fastest alien alive!"
That claim of his though, was at least a lot better, than when she had first met him. If there was anyone who was the fastest around, man or woman, it would be her. Alien however, was a completely different thing entirely. But not exactly accurate.
While none of the workers here likely had good enough eyes to notice, or at least be too exhausted to, she had seen the afterimages he left behind. If he was really as fast as she was, then he would go beyond afterimages, and make it seem like he teleported.
That was the true speed which she had. Visible enough to see when she stopped, rather than just toying around. The alien came close to reaching those speeds, when he got serious, though watching him now finish his 'dab', it was rather surreal to believe he could.
"You're late. If I had been in any danger, you wouldn't have fought any."
Having only stopped because she had a feeling it was him, she had already continued walking, and he had followed after, as if he was some kind of assistant rather than bodyguard. Though she didn't give a glance back, the worker's seeing the lizard, was enough indication that he must have been staring at them. Just what exactly did his speeches even amount to, besides an entrance?
What he said implied that he would make the place more exciting and lively, though he did see how busy these people were, didn't he? It's what she was assuming, seeing that he wasn't just speeding off. But his influence wouldn't really be good for her either.
If she wanted this partnership with this company to work out in her favor, the boss around here needed to take her seriously. It was already bad enough that being a high schooler gave off the impression that she was far less competent than she really was.
"Roger, captain. Should I start helping these guys out? I think I know their routine."
"Think isn't good enough. Just scope out the place a couple of times, without interrupting them."
Being referred to as captain wasn't really ideal, though nothing she would care to correct him for either. It was fitting, despite not having that royal ring to it, which being referred to as Lady Rukia, had. But some situations had better uses, and titles better respect. If there was anything she wanted to be recognized as, falsely or not, it was to be seen as royalty.
Such a position of power felt like it was close, and this place would be the start of paving her way to that. The alien had given a nod and salute, before running the way he had came from, leaving her with thoughts about his claim of knowing this place's routine.
It couldn't have been as simple as it looked. Those trucks she had saw leave, likely went to different locations, and carried different materials as well. It had to have just been more than lugging around this stuff, and loading it onto a truck.
Turning the corner to where this yelling had gone, she saw a man dressed much differently than the other workers. Rather than construction wear, he was dressed more like a scientist, which was completely an entirely different field of work.
A clipboard was in his hand, which he had occasionally looked at, as he nodded in response to a worker, pointing and directing tasks. It was somewhat surprising that he had actually even notice her approach, not even changing that glare of his.
"Let me guess, you're the one who emailed me about a meeting?"
His voice was gruffer than she expected, even for someone who had the boss look down. Why was he even here in the first place? Was this place all just some kind of coverup for a hidden lab? Rather bold to let this place's worth drop down so low.
Only nodding at the man's question, he had simply turned around, gesturing for her to follow. Was this really it? She had expected to have to figuratively fight to prove who she was, just so she could get somewhere with this planned partnership she had in mind.
"Then let's just skip the formalities. You or your parents-"
"Me."
"Right. You put a lot of zeni into a company at its low point, and I'm sure you're expecting to get double of what you've paid."
He didn't sound like he cared at all about her correction, as she was led elsewhere, to where she could only assume was some specific storage, from what she was seeing workers leave out of. But what questions she had about the place, seemed to be well on its way into being answered by the man. Although it came in a rather busy manner, which while wasn't surprising, was difficult.
Was she really not going to have her own division of workers she could put to work? And in ways that were more efficient, such as letting someone like her take care of things. She was fast enough to do it, and it would just be a step up from her coven duties.
"But I don't have time to really explain all the details. Just know that all the workers around here aren't exactly people, and if you want to make something out of this investment, then you'll do your part to help out with the work."
These were a lot of assumptions he was forcing onto her. The idea that just because he was busy, gave him the right to avoid discussing what she wanted, was foolish to just believe. What made him think exactly that his time was worth more than hers? They were all busy, and many people, including herself, saw what they did more important than others.
She had the power to stop him, and he should have knew that too. Yet after handing her some kind of note he took from underneath his clipboard, he just walked off. Was she just giving him too much credit? He might have been an obvious scientist, and one who didn't care about work permits, along with other legal affairs, but he was still human.
Formerly being one herself, she knew they had lots of flaws. Even now as a Vampire, there were still things she couldn't see herself, that her allies were able to actually chime in to help out in working her inspiration.
This man, whoever he was, had to have been the same. She watched him walk off, deciding that his points were still valid, as obnoxious as they were. Staring down at the sheet she was given, she frowned as headed into the room she had been led to. According to the note, which he apparently prepped after her email, he didn't care who she was.
What funding she had already provided the company, was being used up for his research on androids. It had pretty much confirmed those who were the workers mostly were, and that this partnership she had brought up to him in the email, would involve both of them working separately. They would both gain what they wanted on paper, but no communication.
She might have been young, but even she knew that factor was important into having any kind of relationship. What was upsetting, was that the reasoning he took the time to type out, despite being so 'busy', is that it was pretty solid.
Lack of communication was a downside, but it wouldn't be a loss to what she was looking for. This wasn't what she had envisioned, thinking about what it would be like to work at a business, though nothing she couldn't put up with.
They were using each other, and this was just only one source of funding she had in mind. Slipping the note away, her eyes scanned over the room she had walked in, which wasn't cooler than the rest of the building. The amount of open boxes filled with material that needed to be hauled somewhere, actually made the room feel both warmer and tighter.
Practically everything that was able to be carried around here, had some kind of stamp, indicating what company it belonged to, along with room numbers. Most of this stuff also likely weighed a good couple of heavy pounds.
Would be incredibly difficult for a human. It was a good thing that she was a lot more. Picking up the nearest box, which seemed to be filled with mostly electronic parts, the weight had transferred to her arms, though as expected it didn't feel as heavy as it should have. This was nothing compared to being under the weight her gravity machine had.
The issue she was seeing, was more on closing the box, although the note had said to just let the androids take care of things. That change in the air drifting past her body, was indication that her lizard ally was on his way.
She had stopped, and appearing at the doorway, afterimages following after him, the man had given her a salute. He was much older than both her and her Majin servant, yet he still had so much energy and spirit compared to them.
"Here. Carefully take this to the room on the box, and help me clear out the rest."
Before he could even have the chance to say a word, she had handed it over to him, and sent him off. The stories that he likely had about what he discovered from his scope around the building, wasn't one she wanted to hear right now.
He had left confused, from what she had seen, but what he thought didn't matter. He would be back anyway. Even with most of these boxes opened from the materials, with their combined speed, it should only take about an hour or so.
She would take her cut for the day after, and maybe see just how long she had until she could find a better business to profit from. Avoiding the boxes from this electronics company, she picked up a different one, which seemed to be filled with knickknacks. The boxes were much lighter, and didn't lift up the top parts all that much.
Though she imagined it was because the items were more fragile compared to electronic parts. Human. Likely if she had cared to look, she would have found things that she could associate with her past. Happy things that she was supposed to be above, with her path to ruling. The muscles in her legs, working to keep up with where she wanted to go, took her away from these thoughts. Too many times she had these moments. Some which she allowed, and some she didn't.
This was more of the latter. When it came down to things, whether in times of peace, or something serious, weaknesses like this had no place anywhere. These thoughts and feelings of her longing for a past that was gone, were just like the nightmares she had about killing senselessly and without reason. They were nothing about wandering thoughts.
Indulging them for a few minutes were fine, but it should be no more than like taking a deep breath. The things she had said since becoming a Vampire, the things she had done, wasn't something that could be changed. They were apart of her now, and would only continue growing in number, as she got stronger, and people got in her way to success.
Knowing that didn't make things easier to accept. She had her friends for support, back at school, but they weren't always with her. Couldn't, really. While her violent affairs were kept secret beyond family and relatives, the idea of having her friends live with her, just wasn't something that was possible. Their parents just weren't the sort.
They were the only ones she was willing to show humanity to as well. The allies she had were supposed to be treated as beneath her for the most part. To let them think otherwise, was just asking for her to be seen as incompetent.
The walls around her mostly blurred by, as she carried the box to the room that she was looking for. The fact that this wasn't just taken straight outside, just really said a lot about how things worked around here.
She knew that the workers were androids, but was that really all they were? They likely acted differently around important figures, but for people they didn't know like her, it seemed that they were just something to be ignored.
Those that she had passed, as she periodically stop to read the room plaques, seemed to notice that she had a box they recognized, and avoided where she had came from. This kind of efficiency just wasn't human as she would have thought.
Maybe it had to do with their vocal chords? It was interesting, more than concerning. Of which she couldn't really be sympathetic about, since the workers with this fate, she assumed were those who had consented. The guy might have been an asshole, though he didn't seem like the type to kidnap people. Though not telling them everything was different.
She had only ever met one android back in East City, and that one had certainly had a lot more personality than these ones seemed to have. Finding the room she was looking for, wasn't difficult, though it was down a left wing hall.
There was some kind of pattern here to how the rooms were numbered, that she wasn't seeing. Something she would come to know as she spent more time working here, though she doubted it was anything too special.
Still, it helped take her mind off of things, and she opened the door to this room, which was closed like the rest around here. An android was inside, apparently just waiting, and standing next to a conveyor belt.
Or at least it was, before turning around as she came in. Blank and expressionless like the rest, and she assumed this thing was going on to scan her. Watching it as she handed over the box, it wouldn't actually be that bad to have one of these things. Maybe not for cleanup, but for stuff like repairs. Something for her to think about in the future.
Like she had expected, the thing had just carried carried the box to the conveyor, pressing a button on the wall to start it up, before turning back to her. It was brief, and she guessed it wanted to see if she had anything else.
Afterwards, it just turned back around again. Huh. She left the room, closing the door behind her, and felt her blue ally change the pressure in the air, before she saw him. Of course, instead of just heading to where their work should be, he came over to her first. There was no box in his hand, so at least he didn't get that distracted.
His face was pretty lit up though, and she already knew the speedster could no longer hold back on telling of his discoveries and thoughts. Things she wasn't yet used to, due to it's positivity, but it was better than her own.
"Alright, go ahead and tell tell me."
WC: 3,469
Looking around this part of her hometown, which resided near the ocean, she saw workers moving in and out of a factory, loading things onto a truck that took off after. At first glance, it seemed like this place had dozens of workers, as the way they drifted in and out had order to it. Though looking at each of their faces, it had to at least be just a single dozen, or two at best.
If that wasn't enough indication she was in the right place, the billboard outside certainly did. Crushing the paper she had in her hand with this place's address, the note was pocketed away with one hand, while she took out her phone with the other.
Someone like her being in a place like this, she could tell from several glances was already odd, and likely something would be done about it, if not for the workers being busy. What she had however, would clear things up, hopefully without having to go through some kind of misunderstanding. That sort always seemed to happen when it came to differences in age between a party.
To the workers here, she was less experienced, and that there were things in the world she yet to experience herself. It was true to an extent, though she would hardly say that didn't mean she wasn't competent in other affairs. Or even stop her from learning the routines they've had around here. One which she hoped to speed up by the time her presence here was fully exerted.
Walking towards the factory where people seemed to be coming in and out of, no one had stopped her, as she took a look around. The place was what you would really expect from a hauling company, filled with materials like wood, carefully stacked in piles.
Many of the cardboards these materials were placed in, had the word fragile, and an arrow pointing to which side it should be placed. The interesting thing was, it wasn't stacked the way the labels had said it should be. Though she doubted it was an error.
This place might have been short on workers from what she had researched, but they seemed to be efficient enough to still give off the impression that things were fine. Their boss should have been around here somewhere. She had sent him an email the day before about her arrival, though she didn't have any high hopes of him actually seeing it. Or if he did, getting a response back.
Easier to be here in person, than discuss future affairs through email, which she just considered to be more of a courtesy than anything else. What she pulled up on her phone as she walked around the place, were records of this company's stock she bought.
An investment she had been saving up for awhile, and only made the transaction of buying it at its cheapest, the night she had came back to East City, from her trip up to the Cold North. Her interest in this place had grown after learning that, although they could find businesses to work with, there wasn't enough workers to fill the demand that they had. Surely, there was a reason.
While money could be an issue, she figured there had to have been more of an underlying factor, that just couldn't have been said. The place also had a gorgeous view of the sea, so with its stocks plummeting, she had no issues with sweeping it up. Things could be turned around with her guidance, and this would be one of many resources of finance she would have in the future.
As she continued forward, she heard yelling in the distance. It was too far to really make out what was being said, but if she had to guess from watching the workers around here, it was what should be hauled onto where, and at an efficient speed as well.
Whether this was just from stress, or the way that things worked for a business like this, she couldn't tell. She only knew that these people were busy, and the chances of her having a more formal meeting, seemed like it might be rather difficult.
Nothing that would stop her from trying however. She had the power to make them listen, if they were really going to give her trouble. Her parents acting as representatives for these shares she had, should not get in the way of her own business with them.
With the warm air around here, brought on by the walls of this place, being tight enough to not let in too much air from outside, it was easy to tell when there was a change, however slight it was. The way down here, she had only felt heat from all of the movement. But this change she had felt was coming through, and a lot faster than any of the workers could hope to have.
"When there's all work and no play..."
Striking the pose she had come to know was his signature, the blue alien had begun a speech he had likely just come up with. Similar to when she had met her Majin servant, it had only been a week or so since he had settled into living at the mansion, although she would say his presence was exerted, since day one. That patriotic voice of his, just contrasted against her morals.
"Who else to save the day, but Dashi, fastest alien alive!"
That claim of his though, was at least a lot better, than when she had first met him. If there was anyone who was the fastest around, man or woman, it would be her. Alien however, was a completely different thing entirely. But not exactly accurate.
While none of the workers here likely had good enough eyes to notice, or at least be too exhausted to, she had seen the afterimages he left behind. If he was really as fast as she was, then he would go beyond afterimages, and make it seem like he teleported.
That was the true speed which she had. Visible enough to see when she stopped, rather than just toying around. The alien came close to reaching those speeds, when he got serious, though watching him now finish his 'dab', it was rather surreal to believe he could.
"You're late. If I had been in any danger, you wouldn't have fought any."
Having only stopped because she had a feeling it was him, she had already continued walking, and he had followed after, as if he was some kind of assistant rather than bodyguard. Though she didn't give a glance back, the worker's seeing the lizard, was enough indication that he must have been staring at them. Just what exactly did his speeches even amount to, besides an entrance?
What he said implied that he would make the place more exciting and lively, though he did see how busy these people were, didn't he? It's what she was assuming, seeing that he wasn't just speeding off. But his influence wouldn't really be good for her either.
If she wanted this partnership with this company to work out in her favor, the boss around here needed to take her seriously. It was already bad enough that being a high schooler gave off the impression that she was far less competent than she really was.
"Roger, captain. Should I start helping these guys out? I think I know their routine."
"Think isn't good enough. Just scope out the place a couple of times, without interrupting them."
Being referred to as captain wasn't really ideal, though nothing she would care to correct him for either. It was fitting, despite not having that royal ring to it, which being referred to as Lady Rukia, had. But some situations had better uses, and titles better respect. If there was anything she wanted to be recognized as, falsely or not, it was to be seen as royalty.
Such a position of power felt like it was close, and this place would be the start of paving her way to that. The alien had given a nod and salute, before running the way he had came from, leaving her with thoughts about his claim of knowing this place's routine.
It couldn't have been as simple as it looked. Those trucks she had saw leave, likely went to different locations, and carried different materials as well. It had to have just been more than lugging around this stuff, and loading it onto a truck.
Turning the corner to where this yelling had gone, she saw a man dressed much differently than the other workers. Rather than construction wear, he was dressed more like a scientist, which was completely an entirely different field of work.
A clipboard was in his hand, which he had occasionally looked at, as he nodded in response to a worker, pointing and directing tasks. It was somewhat surprising that he had actually even notice her approach, not even changing that glare of his.
"Let me guess, you're the one who emailed me about a meeting?"
His voice was gruffer than she expected, even for someone who had the boss look down. Why was he even here in the first place? Was this place all just some kind of coverup for a hidden lab? Rather bold to let this place's worth drop down so low.
Only nodding at the man's question, he had simply turned around, gesturing for her to follow. Was this really it? She had expected to have to figuratively fight to prove who she was, just so she could get somewhere with this planned partnership she had in mind.
"Then let's just skip the formalities. You or your parents-"
"Me."
"Right. You put a lot of zeni into a company at its low point, and I'm sure you're expecting to get double of what you've paid."
He didn't sound like he cared at all about her correction, as she was led elsewhere, to where she could only assume was some specific storage, from what she was seeing workers leave out of. But what questions she had about the place, seemed to be well on its way into being answered by the man. Although it came in a rather busy manner, which while wasn't surprising, was difficult.
Was she really not going to have her own division of workers she could put to work? And in ways that were more efficient, such as letting someone like her take care of things. She was fast enough to do it, and it would just be a step up from her coven duties.
"But I don't have time to really explain all the details. Just know that all the workers around here aren't exactly people, and if you want to make something out of this investment, then you'll do your part to help out with the work."
These were a lot of assumptions he was forcing onto her. The idea that just because he was busy, gave him the right to avoid discussing what she wanted, was foolish to just believe. What made him think exactly that his time was worth more than hers? They were all busy, and many people, including herself, saw what they did more important than others.
She had the power to stop him, and he should have knew that too. Yet after handing her some kind of note he took from underneath his clipboard, he just walked off. Was she just giving him too much credit? He might have been an obvious scientist, and one who didn't care about work permits, along with other legal affairs, but he was still human.
Formerly being one herself, she knew they had lots of flaws. Even now as a Vampire, there were still things she couldn't see herself, that her allies were able to actually chime in to help out in working her inspiration.
This man, whoever he was, had to have been the same. She watched him walk off, deciding that his points were still valid, as obnoxious as they were. Staring down at the sheet she was given, she frowned as headed into the room she had been led to. According to the note, which he apparently prepped after her email, he didn't care who she was.
What funding she had already provided the company, was being used up for his research on androids. It had pretty much confirmed those who were the workers mostly were, and that this partnership she had brought up to him in the email, would involve both of them working separately. They would both gain what they wanted on paper, but no communication.
She might have been young, but even she knew that factor was important into having any kind of relationship. What was upsetting, was that the reasoning he took the time to type out, despite being so 'busy', is that it was pretty solid.
Lack of communication was a downside, but it wouldn't be a loss to what she was looking for. This wasn't what she had envisioned, thinking about what it would be like to work at a business, though nothing she couldn't put up with.
They were using each other, and this was just only one source of funding she had in mind. Slipping the note away, her eyes scanned over the room she had walked in, which wasn't cooler than the rest of the building. The amount of open boxes filled with material that needed to be hauled somewhere, actually made the room feel both warmer and tighter.
Practically everything that was able to be carried around here, had some kind of stamp, indicating what company it belonged to, along with room numbers. Most of this stuff also likely weighed a good couple of heavy pounds.
Would be incredibly difficult for a human. It was a good thing that she was a lot more. Picking up the nearest box, which seemed to be filled with mostly electronic parts, the weight had transferred to her arms, though as expected it didn't feel as heavy as it should have. This was nothing compared to being under the weight her gravity machine had.
The issue she was seeing, was more on closing the box, although the note had said to just let the androids take care of things. That change in the air drifting past her body, was indication that her lizard ally was on his way.
She had stopped, and appearing at the doorway, afterimages following after him, the man had given her a salute. He was much older than both her and her Majin servant, yet he still had so much energy and spirit compared to them.
"Here. Carefully take this to the room on the box, and help me clear out the rest."
Before he could even have the chance to say a word, she had handed it over to him, and sent him off. The stories that he likely had about what he discovered from his scope around the building, wasn't one she wanted to hear right now.
He had left confused, from what she had seen, but what he thought didn't matter. He would be back anyway. Even with most of these boxes opened from the materials, with their combined speed, it should only take about an hour or so.
She would take her cut for the day after, and maybe see just how long she had until she could find a better business to profit from. Avoiding the boxes from this electronics company, she picked up a different one, which seemed to be filled with knickknacks. The boxes were much lighter, and didn't lift up the top parts all that much.
Though she imagined it was because the items were more fragile compared to electronic parts. Human. Likely if she had cared to look, she would have found things that she could associate with her past. Happy things that she was supposed to be above, with her path to ruling. The muscles in her legs, working to keep up with where she wanted to go, took her away from these thoughts. Too many times she had these moments. Some which she allowed, and some she didn't.
This was more of the latter. When it came down to things, whether in times of peace, or something serious, weaknesses like this had no place anywhere. These thoughts and feelings of her longing for a past that was gone, were just like the nightmares she had about killing senselessly and without reason. They were nothing about wandering thoughts.
Indulging them for a few minutes were fine, but it should be no more than like taking a deep breath. The things she had said since becoming a Vampire, the things she had done, wasn't something that could be changed. They were apart of her now, and would only continue growing in number, as she got stronger, and people got in her way to success.
Knowing that didn't make things easier to accept. She had her friends for support, back at school, but they weren't always with her. Couldn't, really. While her violent affairs were kept secret beyond family and relatives, the idea of having her friends live with her, just wasn't something that was possible. Their parents just weren't the sort.
They were the only ones she was willing to show humanity to as well. The allies she had were supposed to be treated as beneath her for the most part. To let them think otherwise, was just asking for her to be seen as incompetent.
The walls around her mostly blurred by, as she carried the box to the room that she was looking for. The fact that this wasn't just taken straight outside, just really said a lot about how things worked around here.
She knew that the workers were androids, but was that really all they were? They likely acted differently around important figures, but for people they didn't know like her, it seemed that they were just something to be ignored.
Those that she had passed, as she periodically stop to read the room plaques, seemed to notice that she had a box they recognized, and avoided where she had came from. This kind of efficiency just wasn't human as she would have thought.
Maybe it had to do with their vocal chords? It was interesting, more than concerning. Of which she couldn't really be sympathetic about, since the workers with this fate, she assumed were those who had consented. The guy might have been an asshole, though he didn't seem like the type to kidnap people. Though not telling them everything was different.
She had only ever met one android back in East City, and that one had certainly had a lot more personality than these ones seemed to have. Finding the room she was looking for, wasn't difficult, though it was down a left wing hall.
There was some kind of pattern here to how the rooms were numbered, that she wasn't seeing. Something she would come to know as she spent more time working here, though she doubted it was anything too special.
Still, it helped take her mind off of things, and she opened the door to this room, which was closed like the rest around here. An android was inside, apparently just waiting, and standing next to a conveyor belt.
Or at least it was, before turning around as she came in. Blank and expressionless like the rest, and she assumed this thing was going on to scan her. Watching it as she handed over the box, it wouldn't actually be that bad to have one of these things. Maybe not for cleanup, but for stuff like repairs. Something for her to think about in the future.
Like she had expected, the thing had just carried carried the box to the conveyor, pressing a button on the wall to start it up, before turning back to her. It was brief, and she guessed it wanted to see if she had anything else.
Afterwards, it just turned back around again. Huh. She left the room, closing the door behind her, and felt her blue ally change the pressure in the air, before she saw him. Of course, instead of just heading to where their work should be, he came over to her first. There was no box in his hand, so at least he didn't get that distracted.
His face was pretty lit up though, and she already knew the speedster could no longer hold back on telling of his discoveries and thoughts. Things she wasn't yet used to, due to it's positivity, but it was better than her own.
"Alright, go ahead and tell tell me."
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