[One order for strawberry love gel]
The system notification popped up. Zhu Kang rolled his eyes and approved the order ONCE AGAIN.
"This kid has been ordering this same love gel so many times ah!! How much do they 'DO it' in a day! Do they use it to lubricate or do they drink It." he cussed loudly.
The nearby young man robotically beeped. His neck creaked like a rusty machine as he turned over fully to face him. {"system 101, shouting is prohibited in this work space"}
Zhu Kang leaned back as much as he can on his chair and glanced at the empty white ceiling. "220, this is torture."
{"what is it 101? What is torture?"}
"This life!" he shot up and glanced at him intently. "Don't you feel bored sitting at this desk day by day helping others? And what do we help in....." he gestured to his monitor. A scandalous affair between two men was displayed on it. Their sensual moans echoed in the entire white space.
"We have o look at this day to day. I mean. Why? Why are we subjected to this?" he remorsefully shouted.
{"Our job is to assist the soul with unattainable wished by giving them a second chance in life. We should love our job,"} the man robotically said and continued typing slowly in his system.
"Bullshit! second chance, my ass. Do you even see what kind of damage these souls are doing to these worlds? Transmission? No, no, this is world destruction!!"
He pulled the nearby man's revolving chair closer by force. "Just watch,"
He moved the curser on the small future button on the bottom. It calculated the future events and displayed a scene where everyone was electrocuted and fried into Kfc. The streets were ablaze and the entire world got destroyed in just a day.
"Do you see it? This is just two years after that stupid transmigrated soul got there. These darned souls only bring destruction to the world," he exaggeratedly shouted and explained to the man.
The man in return robotically nodded to every one of his claims.
{"It is our job. We should love it,"} he repeated finally and rolled his chair back to his system operating computer.
Zhu Kang groaned loudly. It was useless talking to anyone because... none of the others systems had a consciousness. They were all literally similar to robots.
"If there is such a thing as god, please help me get out of here....."
There was no reply to his desperate call.
"Che, I knew that it was all fake." Zhu Kang rolled his chair around to glance at his 'office'. The other employees were blankly typing on their computers and some were having robotic conversation with their own assigned transmigrated soul.
He hurriedly scribbled on a random piece of paper in front of him and started to fold a crane. He neatly folded the last fold and placed the new crane along with other origami cranes.
They were at least thousand cranes as of now. Every time he felt frustrated, he would write down his feeling on a paper and fold it into a crane hoping that his frustration could be heard by someone.
"This place makes me sick...."
He then glanced at his screen again. The two men were still going at it even after sunrise. "What is he made of... darn, even Viagra will not work that well?"
Zhu Kang leaned closer and peered at him. Just a small sight of the man's 'thing' made him shudder in fear. "He is hung like a horse! Worse, he is bigger than a horse! How is that able to get in... there?...."
If anyone asked him logical anatomy questions about this scene, they would not be able to find any viable answer.
"Is an asshole that big.....Agh I feel sick.." he laid on the table with a loud sigh.
{"System 101, please do your job lovingly,"} the young system 220 whisper robotically and went back to his job.
"Such a bore. I want to leave..." Zhu Kang moped loudly.
This was a usual occurrence here, so none of the other systems bothered with his complaints. They all went about with their works with a robotic smile.
"Why wasn't I brain washed properly... if so, I could have lived like them...." he whispered gently pinching 220's hands.
System 220 glanced at him without any expression. {"what is it 101?"}
"Can I die?"
{"There is no death for us systems. We are transcendent beings that assist the souls..."}
"Assist the soul through with their unfulfilled wish by sending them to another world.,.... bla, bla, bla I get the drill. I've heard this for almost the hundredth time now,"
{"then please stop asking, 101."}
"What? you got sassy now? When will you gain knowledge like me?.... come on, I'm bored being the only person with consciousness.,"
Zhu Kang was stuck in between at least hundred systems that did the same job as he. But somehow he was the special case. Only after his twentieth client, he regained some of his consciousness.
In fact, he was a human before he was a system.
He had vague memories of it, but he knew that he died in some kind of freak accident.
"Ah Altren!! Faster!!!"
Suddenly the loud moans interrupted his sad thoughts. "Fuck this!!!" he shot up and ran out the office.
"I really want a cup of coffee...." he mumbled, prancing anxiously around. Since these human souls were all programmed and had no consciousness, there was no use providing them food.
So he had been working nonstop with no food or any kind of pay.
"Fuck that person who brain washed me! Fuck him! Fuck them all!! I just wish to at least live as a human. That is better than this!"
He leaned against the door with a remorseful smile. "Aren't I a soul with unfulfilled wishes too? Why wasn't I given the second chance to transmigrate?"
Suddenly, there was a loud commotion inside the office.
Men dressed in black came in from a small black hole and started to shoot everyone.
As soon as the red rays touched the systems, they dissipated intently.
"Fuck!! Fuck!!!" he dashed though the hallway. Anywhere he went, all he could see were those black figures shooting down the systems.
He hid behind a door of an empty room.
"You are all to be destroyed as per the spatial law 3400, all the illegally users of the reincarnation system have to be incinerated instantly,"
E heard a voice shout outside.
'What is spatial law? Why the fuck are we illegal users!!!! Fuck fuck!!!' he bit his nails anxiously.
His whole soul was turning slightly pale from his fear.
'Am I going to be destroyed as well? Am I going to be incinerated..'
He bit his lips and closed his eyes. 'Can't let that happen. I have to escape... I have to....'
'Wait.... the transmigration room... if I can get there I can go to some world!!!' he swiftly jumped out of the room and ran.
He ran and ran until he was in the transmigration room. But he ran into a huge problem.
It needed his soul print to even open the door. He placed his hand on the scanner....
It beeped beeped until finally it went red. [Access denied]
"Lord Jesus save my ass!!" he tried breaking the door open but no, the door did not even budge!! "I can't die here I won't accept it,"
Suddenly, a small idea came to mind. The transmigration machine was changed after a few thousand turns. The older version of the technology had less accuracy in transmission location and time, so their agency recently changed to the new one. That machine was discarded in the trash.
"If I can find one... I can survive," he rushed out to the trash area.
A huge mountain full of trash waited for him in there. "Where will I find it?..."
"Search in there!!!" he heard a small voice outside.
'Fuck!' He ran around and hid behind a small fridge.
"Team alpha search thoroughly we can't let even one of those criminals live," a manly voice shouted.
Zhu Kang's heart almost stopped. 'I'm gonna die....' he silently opened the fridge door and hid inside.
But inside of the fridge was not as he expected. There was a huge console filled with different buttons there was also a small slot to open the wormhole. 'This is it the old transmission machine!! I hit the jackpot!!'
He swiftly imprinted his soul.
"I heard a sound!! From there!!!" a loud clamor was heard coming his way.
Zhu knag swiftly started the machine. The screen flickered and a random number 459 came up. 'that number seems so familiar.. Where have I seen it? Was 202 dealing with this world?'
His soul got slowly sucked into the black hole.
'Anyway, survival is the most important here.'
******
A young man dressed in black slowly walked into the workspace. His finger gently tapped on each of the work pods, counting the number. Suddenly, he paused at a particular pod. His upturned eyes peered at the peculiarity of this desk.
"The other systems have been captured and their souls will be sent for trial, cleansing and will be sent for rebirth." A man reported to him.
"Good. Send them to distant realms. They have suffered enough in here." The man mumbled.
Suddenly, another agent ran in with a look of panic.
"Sir, we have picked up a transmission signal from here. A system had fled out of the compound into another realm," he hurriedly reported to a person who was casually standing in one of the pods.
But he got no answer for his desperate report. His forehead started to sweat profusely.
"Boss?"
"Hmmm I heard you the first time, Coulson. Bring me stats on that rogue system," the man whispered softly. "I will personally report it to the headquarters,"
His beautifully long fingers gently picked up one of the cranes. He opened it up and read its content with a small smile.
All of his subordinates went stiff. 'Oh, my god the devil is smiling. What is this? Are we all going to be punished?' they looked at one another, waiting for their doom.
The young man dropped the paper on the table. "Stats? now?"
"Yes, sir!" his subordinated ran away but one sneaky guy picked up the paper curiously. Only two words were written there. {'Fuck you!!!!'}