"This job clearly isn't tiring at all, but I feel weak all over..."
"I think you've been eating too well! Your body's gotten spoiled. If you don't suffer a little, you won't know what a good life is."
"Haha, that makes sense. I'm the kind of person who feels miserable when I have nothing to do."
Two men in red work uniforms were discussing their experience working at the factory. They walked along a passage enclosed by walls, following the broadcast and the soldiers' instructions into a building.
"Your cuffs contain specific information. Find your own classroom according to the information and attend class."
Class? They had to attend class again? These people really loved keeping others indoors to study.
Hearing the broadcast, Sam looked at his cuff. There was indeed a string of numbers on it, preceded by letters that gave the numbers different meanings.
Seat twenty, Classroom Fifteen, Floor Thirty-Seven.
Sam spent some time searching for the elevator. He began to understand why only those who passed the common knowledge test could become workers. Aside from the various signs, there was nothing else to guide them; he had found this place entirely through what he had learned and remembered about the signs.
So what would happen to those who failed to find their way?
Sam was a little curious. Passing the test was one thing, but remembering the knowledge after the test was another.
However, his question was quickly answered by a scream from outside the door.
An armed servo-skull floated in. The skull was fitted with enormous mechanical arms and retractable injection equipment.
A hapless man who had gotten lost struggled in the mechanical arms, shouting that he had only failed to understand the instructions for a moment and had not deliberately wandered around the building.
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