episode_0340

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I once had this thought.

Either I win a large sum of money in the lottery, or I donate a huge sum of money given to me by a shady benefactor who admires my personality.

It would be great if there came a time when I no longer had to work in some way.

But when I think about it again, I don’t think that kind of life is necessarily good.

“Master, it’s time to wake up.”

Isis wakes me up.

“Time to wake up.”

A voice with a regular, monotonous pitch.

Unlike the previous day when I heard it near the bed, I heard it from somewhere nearby.

I slowly open my eyes. Sharp sunlight illuminated the room without filtering.

Even though my vision was blurry, I could see the shape of something nearby.

“…….”

As the image gradually became clearer, a pair of large gray eyes appeared.

When I vaguely saw the gray lens without the slightest flicker, and my scraggly face reflected in the lens, my mood worsened.

“What are you doing?”

Before I know it, I look at Isis lying down next to me and ask.

“This is a wake-up call.”

Isis answers in a monotonous voice.

“Since when has it been there.”

“7 hours and 12 minutes ago.”

Move your eyes and look at the clock.

And I remember the last time I saw it before I fell asleep.

“…I think it was right after I fell asleep?”

“The expression Pharaoh is quite inaccurate. After the Master entered sleep, it remained in this state for 32 minutes and 27 seconds.”

“That’s right.”

My head hurt since morning.

I examined Isis’ body. The usual priest-like gown was gone, and he was wearing flowy clothes that looked like pajamas.

“So for 7 hours….”

“7 hours and 12 minutes.”

“What did you do for 7 hours and 12 minutes, did you even sleep?”

“Master, I do not need sleep.”

Isis looked at me emotionlessly and answered as if giving me common sense.

“I know.”

My head hurt even more.

“If the fact that we slept together would provide psychological comfort to the Master, I will do so.”

Eventually, Isis narrowed her eyes, making her eyes look sleepy.

“Ha… no. I’m just curious about what you did.”

“We observed changes in the master’s sleep pattern and vital rhythm. Except for 2 instances of bruxism and about 5 minutes of snoring, you had a good night’s sleep.”

Whistling, a driving sound was heard from inside Isis.

“In that outfit?”

I pointed to the thin, see-through clothes, and Isis scanned her body with an expressionless face.

“Yes, if the master had been dressed as usual, there is a possibility that the master would have felt uncomfortable and not been able to sleep well.”

Isis waved her arms with a serene expression, her big nightgown flowing here and there.

Then he calmly put his index finger to his forehead and said.

“Based on big data, I tried on pajamas that the Master would like.”

“It’s so fucking useless. Big data.”

As I let out a long sigh at the tedious conversation, the door to the room opened.

“It’s breakfast. Master.”

Another Isis came in with breakfast.

Unlike Isis, who sat next to me and fluttered her pajamas, the one who brought the meal was a neat livery.

“Cream soup and soft bread and fruit to warm your stomach.”

A simple breakfast was placed on the bed table, and I began eating as I was accustomed to.

cradle. Broken down into smaller pieces, it is the name of the room I am in, and the name of this entire building.

This is where the main body of the Ark system that manages Aaru is located, and it is the most perfect space where humanity will reside.

I wondered if it would be okay to use the vague word “most perfect,” but after spending a few days here, I couldn’t find any reason to find fault with that statement.

I think the utopia or paradise that I once read about in a humanities book is what this place is about.

A paradise without any shortages or conflicts. That makes me uncomfortable.

“It is not good to eat too fast.”

Before I knew it, Isis in a nightgown was behind me, massaging my shoulders and whispering in my ear.

“Next time, let’s eat the stew first.”

Isis, who brought the meal, spoke calmly.

“What would you like to wear today?”

Two Isis came through the door, dragging a hanger.

“Anything… Ah, but breakfast is so bad.”

I reply, deliberately putting the bread in my mouth first.

“It is nutritionally perfect. Let’s maintain this status and come up with a way to satisfy individual preferences.”

Isis, who brought the meal, bent down.

In fact, the food Isis brought was exquisite.

In the martial arts world, I lived homeless for over a year and put anything in my mouth. I think the taste threshold is low.

This was just some kind of protest.

Every day is boring,

Everything is controlled,

with 24-hour surveillance,

It was a very small complaint about this perfect life.