Andorghini's Gift ABO

The work is not too heavy, and it is not difficult after getting started—at least compared with Heine's previous work.

Fanny quickly exclaimed: "You learn so fast, I thought I was already good enough."

Heine failed to show any joy to the compliment, he silently straightened the thin colored threads in his hands, and threaded them on the almost finished butterfly with a tool knitting needle.

Weaving, an ancient art.In the ancient Earth era, this job was mainly performed by women, when they were the females of the human species.And in this day and age, a job that no longer seems to be called a job is still performed by the females of the species.

From ladies with status, to prisoners in prisons, this always seems to be a job exclusively for omegas.

Admittedly, the job sometimes requires a certain skill.But now machines can completely replace humans, not to mention that most of the time, they are just a repetitive labor, and there is no technology at all.

Heine thought of the Virgin Galaxy where he was born and raised.He spent his childhood and youth there.Virgin Galaxy is famous for its excellent etiquette education. Someone once said that if you find a person who behaves elegantly and decently, is polite to others, and never loses his composure at any time, then he has probably received etiquette in Virgin educate.

When Hai Yin was young, the school would let each child choose the courses they were interested in.Some courses are available to everyone and some are not.In this course of weaving, only omega could choose at that time.The teacher explained that it was an essential skill in the ladies' social circle.A person who can freehand weave amazing work can earn respect.

Heine thought it was weird at the time.Because machines can do it too, and most of the time, they can do it better than humans.

Only females are suitable for constant repetitive work.He suddenly remembered the words he heard at a reception a long time ago.

Omegas do things like knitting not because they can do better than others, but because people think that they are only worthy of such things.

Repetitive, pointless, replaceable at any time, something to kill time.

Or even if some of them refuse the job, there are still others in the group who take it up for them, out of sight of the free men.

It always does.Any group, any era, will have such a thing.That's another broader and more complex issue.

Heine looked at the knitting needles in her hand.It is not made of metal, and it has no hardness at all.Probably what he can think of, the managers here will also think of it.Besides, there are scanners installed on all the doors.

He slowly lowered the needle, picked up another longer one, and continued with the unfinished work.

Fanny has been busy with work.With her unremitting efforts, their group completed two and a half pieces of knitting within the stipulated time.

The music played and the projection disappeared.He Yin saw his terminal flicker, and he got 2.5 points.

Everyone stood up and lined up to walk out of the workshop.

Heine and Fanny walked side by side among the prisoners with different expressions.As they passed the gate one by one, the alarm sounded.

The watchman's face changed suddenly.Several monitors ran in the opposite direction of the flow of people.

Heine turned her head and saw a plump omega's head wrapped in a rope loop made of twisted colored threads, hanging her neck on the corner of the table in a strange posture.

Someone screamed.But the urging of the monitors and the coercion of the flow of people forced them to go out.

He shouldn't have done that, he'd kill his roommate.

Heine heard someone mumbling.He tried to turn around again, but Fanny held him back and whispered, "Let's go."

The prison area's schedule looks ordinary, and it seems that it is not much different from the daily routine of ordinary people outside, but everything has been changed to collective action.

After labor comes a bath and a meal.The hot water is sufficient and clean, and there is a blue seven-pointed star logo on the toiletries, which means that it is a product that has passed the Qilian inspection.

Heine was almost in a trance.If he ignored the death that just happened, he might regard this place as a school dormitory.Heine raised her head and saw the camera on the roof facing her.

The trance was gone.He lowered his head and wrapped himself in a towel.

He remained under the hot water for a long time, until Fanny came and knocked at his door anxiously.Heine turned off the hot water and let the hot air curtain and heat lamp dry herself.

He came out, and Fanny looked anxious: "You are too extravagant..."

Before Heine could say anything, the message from the terminal popped up.He was deducted 1.3 points, and their income after working for half a day was only 2.5 points, even when he and Fanny were both skilled.Heine silently turned off the terminal and picked up the prison uniform.He wasn't surprised.There are not so many new things in the human world.

Fanny pulled him out of the bathroom and hurried to the end of the long line, with the robot behind them, constantly urging them to pay attention to the rules.

The code is obedience to the rules - all must act together and do the prescribed things within the prescribed time.If you are late or leave the team, or do not obey the instructions, you will face a series of penalties such as point deduction.

The procession passed through a glass corridor, the transparent side of which allowed a view of the prisoners below—their workload seemed heavy.

Sensing that Heine was watching, Fanny muttered, "There is something wrong with the design of the prison area. We share a cafeteria with people from other prison areas. We have to pass by here every day."

"It's not a design problem." Heine withdrew her gaze: "After all, there must be a comparison."

"What?" Fanny asked confused.

Heine shook her head and walked forward.

The cafeteria was huge, and he and Fanny stood in a long queue.Food is optional, Heine, like Fanny, only took the simplest meals.The terminal prompts that they have lost another 0.7 points.

When they sat down in the corner, they suddenly heard arguing in the distance.

"Why do you only give me nutrients?!"

"Not enough points."

"This is impossible!"

"Insufficient points." The robot replied unemotionally.

"You haven't earned points for many days, remember, Alan? None of the things you make are up to standard." A certain voice was not very friendly: "Even your roommate is the same as you. So why not If you want to stay and do this, you are obviously not suitable for this job."

"This can't be called work at all!" Allen broke down: "There is a problem with this system! It is intimidating us!"

"Then don't complain about the nutritional supplements." The other party shrugged: "It's not like there are other jobs. You can choose."

"Yes." A petite omega stroked Alan's back and comforted him, "You can come with us..."

"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!" Ellen waved her hand away.

The omega who comforted him froze for a moment, then suddenly covered his face and ran away.

Someone said angrily: "How can you talk to Primrose like this!"

"Quiet!" Claire appeared at the center of the commotion and said loudly, "Or do you want to go digging outside?"

The commotion subsided, and he patted Allen on the shoulder: "Go and eat."

Heine lowered her head, grabbed the vegetable ball with her hands, and bit down on it.

Fanny whispered: "People without points can't stay here because they can't get food. In the end, they can only be transferred to other prison areas. I heard that they will be locked up with Alpha."

"What do you want to say?"

"Don't you ask about other ways to earn points?" Fanny looked at Heine cautiously.

"I can imagine that."

"No, you can't imagine..." Fanny shuddered: "We can provide services of different levels, even giving birth to strangers..."

Heine repeated slowly: "Have a baby."

"Yes." When it came to this matter, Fanny seemed uneasy: "I can get a lot of points, and then I can have a long period of time without worrying about being transferred to other places."

Heine was silent for a long time, and finally he said softly: "I will not embarrass you in terms of work."

"I see." Fanny seemed to be slightly comforted: "My last roommate...he ran out of points, and then he wanted to get some from the widow...he did something for her, I I don’t know what it is exactly...then it was discovered by the monitor.”

"What happened next?" Hein raised her head.

"I don't know. He disappeared, and I lost forty points." Fanny sighed and opened the package of the nutritional supplement.

Someone approached them, sobbing, "Is there anyone here?"

Heine looked up, it was Allen.He said politely, "No, please sit down."

Fanny didn't say anything, but the look on her face was not welcoming: "Fen's points are running out. She had an illness before. If you keep doing this, it will kill her."

"I shouldn't be here." Alan didn't seem to hear her: "I didn't kill people. I shouldn't be here." He sobbed again: "How can they feed us this kind of thing, this kind of nutrient It's made from the corpses of decomposing bugs..."

"When I handed things over to those alphas, I didn't know there was lost magma in the package." Fanny didn't seem to want to say more: "Be careful, crying won't bring you points."

When they were talking, several omegas walked towards them.

Fanny raised her head, her voice was a little flustered: "Widow..."

The omega known as the widow was a slim woman with short hair on one side and long hair hanging down her shoulders on the other side.She didn't look at Fanny, but lifted Allen from the chair: "Go and apologize to Primrose."

Allen struggled: "Who are you?"

The widow threw him away.The person following picked up Allen and slapped him: "Go and apologize."

The people next to him turned their heads and looked over.

Allen was kicked a few times and shrank to the ground in panic.

At this time, Amber approached like a wanderer, and pulled Alan up: "Don't be like this." He said in a sweet voice, "You are always so rough." He said to the widow, "Isn't it nice to be gentle?" After finishing speaking, He gently stroked Allen's face with his hand, and said pitifully, "Does it hurt?"

Allen's eyes were fixed on his face, and he seemed to be less able to speak for a while.

Amber raised her lips, but her eyes glanced in Heine's direction.

The widow ignored Amber, but smiled at Heine: "Dr. Heine Lachale?"

There were discussions all around.

Heine was silent for a moment: "Yes."

The widow took the glass and poured the full glass over his face.