Training Regiment
Oh! They're here!
I open the door to a large, hulking man in a tight-fitting camo shirt and a backpack, with muscles the size of melons. Despite the intimidating appearance, not a single shred of emotion lay beyond his lifeless eyes, staring blankly directly in front of him.
"Come in, come in", I gesture to the man.
He robotically walks into the flat and sits on the plastic chair I took out for him.
I feel him up, admiring my handiwork. Man, I really outdid myself this time. Would you believe me if I told you that a few months ago he was just a scrawny guy I found on the street? Luckily, I happened to be around to reprogram him into something better.
"Access admin control. State original given instructions."
The man stiffly responds.
"I am master's lowly muscle drone. Every waking moment is dedicated to growing bigger for my master. My only thoughts every day are how I can improve my body for my master. Master's happiness is the only goal that is worth preserving, and I am unworthy of his praise until I have a body worthy of it."
"Good drone. Now let master give you your praise."
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