Tune C. Handa — Pure: Pride

Pure: Pride

“James! It’s time to wake up! Come on, wake up James!” His mother’s words echoed in his gradually waking brain as if she was speaking right into his ear while the smell of toasted bread tingled his senses.

He wanted to wake up to the rays of sunlight and say “good morning mommy”, and give her the big hug that he hasn’t been able to for decades for some reason.

He opened his eyes but did not see his mother in the pitch darkness, and could no longer smell the toasted bread. It took him a millisecond to remember this was his mental alarm, set by the technology, reaching into the depths of his brain.The processor had determined this to be the most effective combination for waking him, and tortured him with it every time it had to do so.

He impatiently waited for the machine to be ready as anger filled his mind. How dare they do this to him? How could anyone let people be tortured like this? He decided to go on a rampage as soon as the machine was ready. Green torso light turned on.

The todo list flashed in his brain. Nothing out of the ordinary. Check if the bottle is sealed properly, times 10,000.  He stepped out of the rest cabin and sat at his station about 4 seconds of a walk away.

Bottle count began.

At bottle number 4,588, he spotted a mistake. He sent it through the mistake hatch and a few seconds later was rewarded with the incredible sensation of all kinds of imaginable pleasures. He was tasting the best food, smelling the best fragrance, hearing the best tune, being caressed by the best material, seeing the best vision, having the best orgasm, and experiencing the best moment all at the same time. Intense and very addictive, if addiction existed for complete techs.

Bottle count continued.

At bottle number 9,632, the bell rang. Mandatory check up time. There was someone keeping time, he was sure. Someone counting the time, and knowing what time it was, and which day it was. Someone must have that job, he thought. He had only counted bottles since he became complete tech some time ago. How much time had it been? He wasn’t sure. Had it been a few days or a few weeks or a few months? Not years surely! It could have even been a few weeks since he started waiting in this line to get the mandatory check up! No, no, he would surely have noticed that.

He laid down on the table when it was his turn. Robotic arms from every direction were entering his ports and calibrating him. There was a voice: “Main processor to be calibrated, please stand by”.

“James! It’s time to wake up! Come on, wake up James!” His mother’s words echoed in his gradually waking  brain as if she was speaking right  into his ear.

He impatiently waited for the machine to be ready as anger filled his mind. How dare they do this to him? How could anyone let people be tortured like this? He decided to go on a rampage as soon as the machine was ready. Green torso light turned on.

368 bottles to go, he remembered. He walked back to his station and the bottle count began again.

After bottle number 10,000 was carefully and successfully inspected, he was rewarded.

Personal to do list flashed in his brain. “Core family day: attendance optional”.

He knew his mother and father would be there as they neither missed an opportunity to see their daughter nor try to convince her to become a complete tech like the rest of the family. He too felt strongly that it was his duty to persuade his sister to join the logical and prideful path of the complete tech.

Why would she want to keep that stinking rotten leg and creepy, disgusting head? She was 227 years old for crying out loud. She should have been smarter by now.

As he made his way towards the allocated location for the core family gathering, he saw a few of the repulsive odd ones like his sister. He made sure to gaze at their original existence parts with disgust. He wasn’t sure if his face was capable of showing such, or any, expression, but he glared with the intention to anyway.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a pure man rushing off somewhere in what must have been an expensive personal vehicle. Such beauty. He felt he must worship him but the pure man had quickly gone out of sight. Upon the man’s departure, James, and the complete techs around him, continued as they were.

He was still walking to the allocated location when he got a DNA message. “Core family day cancelled.” Last time he received a DNA message was when his horrible uncle got caught stealing bread and ended his existence. It must have been years ago, or, maybe days. He didn’t know, counting the time wasn’t his job. There hadn’t been any extended family gatherings since then. He turned 180 degrees where he stood and started walking back when he got another DNA message. “Your sister has joined the elite group of complete techs, like you. Congratulations!”

He was rewarded. As he enjoyed his reward, he figured the members of his family must have been rewarded as well. Finally, they didn’t have to worry that his sister might turn up like his uncle. That horrible man was a disgrace to society. He had been shamefully unemployed and clung to those disgusting original existence parts. He had repeatedly failed to show up for the family gatherings even though the only reason the whole family gathered was to steer him in the right direction. His sister had started skipping family gatherings as well which had alarmed the entire family. The family could of course follow her on their trackers, but that was invasion of personal privacy and against the rules. Better to not see a family member than do anything against the rules. He was worried, as his parents were, that they would not be able to reach his sister to persuade her.

His sister must have chosen the right path thanks to the pure people she was working with. “We should be forever thankful to pure people”, he thought.

As he entered his rest cabin he thought of what a successful person he was. He felt pride and switched to standby.

“James! It’s time to wake up! Come on wake up James!” His mother’s words echoed in his gradually waking brain as if she was speaking right into his ear.

He impatiently waited for the machine to be ready as anger filled his mind. How dare they do this to him? How could anyone let people be tortured like this? He decided to go on a rampage as soon as the machine was ready. Green torso light turned on.

The to do list flashed in his brain. Nothing out of the ordinary. Check if the bottle is sealed properly times 10,000  He stepped out of the rest cabin and sat at his station.

Bottle count began.

Bottle count ended at 10,000 and he was rewarded.

As he entered his rest cabin he thought of what a successful person he was. He felt pride and switched to standby.