340 – EP.12 Cradle-2
From Noble mtl dot com
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I once had this thought.
Win a large amount of money in the lottery, or donate a huge amount of money to me from a suspicious benefactor who admires my personality,
It would be great if a situation came where 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.
“It’s time to wake up.”
A regular, monotonous high-pitched voice.
Unlike the previous day when I heard it near my 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, the shape of something was caught close by.
“…….”
As the image gradually became clearer, a pair of large gray eyes appeared.
When I vaguely saw a gray lens without a single flicker and my face with a dull face reflected in it, I felt completely unwell.
“What are you doing?”
I suddenly 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’s right after I fell asleep?”
“The expression ‘just’ is quite inaccurate. After the Master went to sleep, he remained in this state for 32 minutes and 27 seconds.”
“That’s what it is.”
My head has been hurting since morning.
I looked at 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 idea of sleeping together provides psychological comfort to the Master, I will do so.”
Eventually, Isis narrowed his eyes, making him look sleepy.
“Ha… No. I’m just curious what you did.”
“We observed changes in Master’s sleep pattern and vital rhythm. Aside from two instances of bruxism and about five minutes of snoring, he slept soundly.”
Wow, 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 he 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 his arms with a serene look on his face, his big nightgown flowing to and fro.
Then he calmly put his index finger to his forehead and said,
“According to big data, the master will like it, he tried on pajamas.”
“It’s so f*cking useless. Big data.”
When I let out a long sigh at the tedious conversation, the door to the room opened.
“Breakfast, Master.”
Another Isis came in with breakfast.
Unlike Isis, who sat next to me and fluttered her pajamas, Isis, who brought me a meal, was a neat livery.
“Cream soup and soft bread and fruit that will 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 this room where I am located, 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 in a humanities book was referring to this place.
A paradise without any tribes or conflicts. That makes me uncomfortable.
“Eating too fast is not good.”
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?”
The two Isis came in through the door, dragging a hanger.
“Anything… Ah, but breakfast doesn’t taste so good.”
I reply, deliberately putting the bread in my mouth first.
“It is nutritionally perfect. We will figure out a way to maintain this condition and satisfy individual preferences.”
Isis, who brought the meal, bent down.
In fact, the food that Isis brought was exquisite.
I lived homeless in the martial arts world for over a year and put anything in my mouth. I think the taste threshold is low.
This was just a kind of protest.
Every day is boring,
Everything is controlled,
With 24-hour surveillance,
It was a very small complaint about this perfect life.
talk about a house arrest😭