Qie Xieling stood in the empty passageway of the top deck with a look of frustration. This place was spotless but he was supposed to clean it. Around him, cleaning robots whizzed and whirred, effortlessly performing their duties. Their soft humming buzz made him feel like they were mocking him.
He glanced back at the elevator that had long closed and kicked the air in frustration looking quite comical before dragging his cleaning supplies and walking towards the first room on the left.
With a heavy sigh, he decided to at least start somewhere. The door slid open revealing a lavish living room with plush furniture and glistening light fixtures. The room exuded opulence, a stark contrast to the grungy lower decks where he had been.
