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Work, work, then more work.
Miao Qingyu now resembled a roast duck hanging from a hook. Massive pipes had become part of her body, controlling her as she drove screws and tightened bolts.
Sometimes, she even felt like she was part of this enormous prison. The only reason she existed was because this kind of wetware was cheap—at least cheaper than a fully automated screwdriving machine.
She had two coworkers, one on her left and one on her right.
One of them was dead. The other was dead too.
The factory's damp air accelerated their decay. The two completely rotten bodies looked like two clumps of dark green snot. Without censoring, they would never pass review.
The prosthetics inside them had been used for a long time. Every half hour, they discharged erratic currents, making the two coworkers sway around wildly.
The punishment and reminder modules inside the prosthetics had malfunctioned as well, periodically issuing monotonous announcements:
"Prisoner, please do not urinate at your workstation."
"Prisoner, please maintain a positive mood. We will soon pass through the photo area, so please keep smiling."
"Your coworker has died. Please watch GG revive them."
"Because your performance has failed to meet standards, we have automatically extended your sentence. If you have any objections, please log into the mobile app to file an appeal."
"Once again, mobile phone use is prohibited during working hours."
The voice system went on without end. Countless announcements filled the entire workshop, making this multi-level factory unbearably noisy.
After staying here for an hour, Miao Qingyu felt like she was going insane.
Having her physical body taken over was one thing. More frighteningly, the prosthetic in her brain kept