CORDIA'S MORNING
In the morning, I find myself in a different office—the I.T. Department. Today, I seek help from those well-versed in coding.
"I have no idea about coding; better seek advice and help," I think to myself, adding a touch of humor to lighten the mood.
"Why are you asking us for help with your work?" Rona questions with a hint of annoyance.
"Rona, don't act like that. Look at him; he's persistent in going to other departments just for his research. Look at Metis; aren't you pitying him?" Shaina interjects.
"What else do we gain from helping him anyway?"
"..."
Rona remarks. She's right, but I genuinely lack coding knowledge. I plan to study it, but it's been a year, and I haven't started because I've just been gathering materials.
Today, I stumbled upon "NAND" as the ideal material for A.I. storage. Even with storage, I can't use it without someone reading the contents.
"I'll just ask, even if it's a sample of coding A.I. and emulation software for robots."
"Do you need an emulation system?" Rona asks.
"Wow, your robot is unique! Will you make an automaton?"
not an automaton, but a robot made of flesh, a game-changer in technology.
"It's not an automaton, but it's similar, and I need to finish it right away because the company will join as a representative in the battle of the empire. I finished my storage."
"Wait! Why didn't you say that you would participate in the competition? Let's start!" Rona suggests.
Rona heads to the science department, insisting that if I'm participating in the contest, I should have informed them.
"Why?"
"Because if you're going to participate in the contest, you should have told him!"
"Ok."
Shaina follows Rona, and when I open the door, chaos ensues. They criticize the storage design I've been working on for almost half a year.
"The materials are correct, but the storage design you made was wrong. You made an ancient design. We're in the year 3000; you should first look at the chips' frequency, clock speed, and parallelism. Look at the low quality you used with high-quality material!"
"What a waste I worked for!" Chelsea exclaims.
"What's happening?" Chelsea enters the scene.
"Look at this!" Rona points at my storage.
"What's wrong with that 250-thousand GB? What's wrong!"
Frustrated, I feel unappreciated for my hard work.
"Wait, don't be angry. The storage is too small!"
"Let's do it together. What's wrong if you add more storage?" I said to continue my progress.
"You can, but your system will slow down," they explain.
I understand their concern: higher storage means slower reading, akin to a person reading a thick book.
"I'll take care of storage and coding; give me materials and so on," Rona offers.
"I will also help, as long as you give it to me," Shaina adds, rubbing my arm.
What do you want? Don't rub your boobs on me.
Then Chelsea goes to her desk, and we look at her.
"I'm helping Cordia; I'm having a hard time. That's right."
saying while smirking at me!
Chelsea complains, having been free from her job and now assisting Cordia.
What a lucky day!
"Alright, tomorrow!"
"Bye-bye!"
Rona declares, leaving with Shaina.
"I'm not going to help you; I don't want to! Blehhhhhhh!"
"It's tempting; stop. I'll pull your scalp."
We finished the brain and A.I., but the nerve parts for the flesh haven't been made yet.
I better write everything in OneNote. My contract is about to end, and I feel like my time is running out. But I will finish it.
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METI'S POV
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I don't understand what it means or what code will be used.
I have a habit of scratching my head, I know, but I think my hair fall is rapidly increasing now. My hair, I think.
"I think you need to rest!"
As I look in the back, I can see my leader is very, very caring.
"Ms. Stifani!"
"Just Stifani is alright."
She may look young, but she is already double my age, as Cordia said. But better not to unfold the secret of the lady along with the number; to be specific, don't ever talk or dare to know a lady's age.
'But even so, if she can be my wife, why not? Her age is showing that she is such a beautiful girl."
If you meet 40 people, you can see the wrinkles, but Ms. Stifani does not have any. It is like she was in her prime.
"Thank you, Ms. Stifani, but I need to finish my work. I haven't finished even one of my tasks. I don't want to show up for a job that doesn't exist."
"Better not to get sick. You will have a rest day tomorrow, and Chelsea or Cordia will visit you. Surely you will not get rest even at home. Your eye bags are so big and black."
"Okay, ma'am, I will finish this task!"
"Okay, finish and go home! With my authority, you can leave."
What a boss she is. She is the true boss of this department.
"Thank you!"
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METIS' POV
I just bought a new house with my Pedro connection and said it's worth it for its price—near the workplace, near the market, and more.
There are too many advantages, but it looks like an old house, which is also a good house, like a historic house for me.
"What about this house? Shall I really go inside it?" Chelsea said.
"It's a good house, I think."
"Yeah, Cordia is the only one who appreciates what true art is! And what's with that? I'm at home to rest, but why are you girls here?"
"We are here to look for you, Ms. Stefani said."
"Is that so? Well, thank you."
"Hmph! It's better that you know that."
"Don't be like that, Chelsea."
"Why the hell is Chelsea here? She makes me stressed, no! Depressed—she makes me depressed!"
"Why, because of you! If you are not going to rest, I will punch you and make you sleep eternally."
"Wahhhh! So violent, Cordia, help!"
"Hey! Don't cling to her!"
"Heeeeelp! Stop pulling my hair! You violent girl! Human rights! Where are you?"
"Ahmmm... Chelsea, stop. Don't hurt him. He will rest, right, Metis?"
"Yes, Mommy Cordia. Let's go to sleep!"
Pat* pat* on my couch, patting the area where Cordia should sit.
As Chelsea surrenders, Cordia sits beside me.
"Who's going to sleep on that dirty couch?"
"What! dirty! Your mouth is dirty; your whole existence is dirty!"
Are you making me feel shame in front of Cordia? If you don't quit, I will focus on you. Be grateful, Chelsea, for the cordia smell. A beast like me will be your nightmare.
' I am the man who will stand in his way even if a child, old man, woman, or pregnant woman gets in the way - i am gender equality! ' is my definition is correct... hmmm.. let it be...
sniff* sniff*
"Hallelujah, the smell is too good! "
"You have no shame to say things like that, pervert!" this chelsea girl can't be stop! should i slap her mouth with slipper, i usually wear outside.
Yap, nothing happened... They only stay for 4 hours.
Cordia, just cook.