Chapter 3: Meeting Others.

(*Streya’s POV.*)

Luckily, the signs were blatantly “signposting” where I should go, so I didn’t get lost. This place was pretty lively, so when my path got blocked, it would just reroute me to a different one.

This facility, whatever it is, doesn’t look that sci-fi. I mean, the walls were all white, and sci-fi looking, but it still felt warm. It didn’t feel like I would expect a spaceship would feel like. So it at least had that going for it.

As I continued to follow the holographic signs, I came across a pink door. On the door, was another sign that read, “Relief Room.” On the front of it. I was quite curious about what this meant, and the door wasn’t locked, so I peeked inside of the room.

This was a major mistake, as within the room, where girls with collars like me, all kissing, or doing other sexual things with, and to, each other… Ah, so that’s what they meant by, “Relief”, huh? Good to know…

With a blushed face, I quietly closed the door back, and then went on my way. I wonder why that was an actual door, and not just an automatic one, like back in my cell? Ah, so many questions, yet no one to answer them for me…

Though, if we’re free to do things like that we each other, surely this place isn’t that bad, right? Unless they were being forced to do that… No. They at least looked to be enjoying themselves. So either they were drugged, or those girls were just doing it out of their own free will.

After walking for a few more minutes, I came across an interesting room again. Luckily, it wasn’t a thinly veiled sex room this time. Instead, it looked like a common room, where other patients were relaxing in.

Was that maid from before a doctor, or something? If so, why do all of the staff here wear maid outfits? Look, there are even maids pampering various girls. Such as giving them shoulder massages, and the like. Nothing sexual, mind you.

Random Girl: “Hey, so, you’re finally awake?” She asked with a curious tone.

A red-haired girl approached me while I was busy being distracted by my new environment. Her outfit was the same as mine, and she also had a similar collar on as well.

Streya: “What do you mean?” I ask with a confused tone.

Random Girl: “Oh? And she speaks! What amazing progress!” She said with an excited tone.

Streya: “I might be awake, and can talk, but I have no idea where, or why I am even in this place.” I say with a sigh.

Random Girl: “My name is N 85, what’s yours?” She asked.

Streya: “N85? Why is your name a number? And, my name is Streya.” I answer.

N85: “You have an actual name? Ah, so that means that you are a true human.” She said with a thinking pose.

Streya: “True human? I’m sorry but, you’re just making me more and more confused.” I say with another sigh.

N85: “Do you truly not know anything? Hmm… Come sit with me, I’ll answer any of your questions. I am bored anyway.” She said, before taking my hand, and guiding me to a sofa to sit on.

The sofa was quite nice to sit on, if I am being honest. It felt like sitting on a cloud. What kind of sci-fi bullshit did they do to make such comfortable seating?…

N85: “Now then, I have a number for a name, as I was made in this facility. In that sense, I wasn’t born, but made.” She explained.

Streya: “Made? So are there other true humans like me in this place?” I ask with a curious tone.

N85: “Yes, I am sure that you saw the Relief Room, right?” She asked.

Streya: “Yeah, I did…” I say with a slightly embarrassed tone.

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N85: “Most of the girls in that room, are true humans. Artificial humans like me, have way stronger mental strength. So we don’t need much care. Do you see those doctors pampering those girls other there? Those are true humans as well.” She explained.

Ah, so the maids are doctors… What the hell? But why maid outfits? Assuming that this place is just to help out people with their mental illnesses, maybe it’s because a maid outfit is more relaxing than a doctor’s outfit?…

Streya: “So, you don’t get pampered?” I ask.

N85: “Oh I do. Just not as much as true humans.” She replied.

Streya: “What even is this place?” I ask with a serious tone.

N85: “You don’t even know that? Well, for us artificial humans, it’s a preparation center. For true humans such as yourself, it’s both a preparation center, and a rehabilitation center.” She answered.

Streya: “Okay, I get the rehabilitation part, but what about the preparation part?” I ask with a confused expression.

N85: “Wow, you really don’t know anything, huh? Preparation for our mistress, is what this place is for.” She replied.

Streya: “Mistress?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

N85: “You know, the woman who bought us? For people like me, we are bought before we’re even born, as what we will look like when we’re of age, is clear from the start.” She answered.

Streya: “We’re slaves!?” I say with a shocked tone.

N85: “Slave? In a certain sense, yes. But we’re treated far better than that.” She replied with a shrug.

Streya: “What do you mean?” I ask.

N85: “Well, for me, when I reach legal age, which is 21, and my mistress comes to pick me up, I will be given a name. All we have to do is give them our blood, and pleasure them, and have them pleasure us. That’s all.” She explained.

Streya: “Blood? So, our mistresses are vampires?” I ask with a thinking pose.

N85: “As you’re a true human, you haven’t been bought yet, so you do not have a mistress. And what’s a vampire?” She asked with a confused expression.

Fuck… I was a hundred percent wrong about this place… And why doesn’t she know what a vampire is? Damn… I am even more confused now…

Streya: “Isn’t that still slavery?” I ask.

N85: “No. For normal humans, it probably is, but you, and I, are special. Basically, we have strength that rivals that of our mistresses.” She replied.

Streya: “So I’m not a normal human? And why do only women buy us?” I ask.

N85: “You’re truly dense, Streya. Men have been extinct for many, many years. So of course women are the only ones that can buy us.” She replied with a nonchalant tone.

Streya: “Okay… what is the power structure of this world?” I ask with a sigh.

N85: “Those who can drink blood, are the ones at the top. Frankly, we’re very lucky. Since we have strength, whoever buys us, cannot get away with mistreating us. This doesn’t go for normal weak humans, mind you.” She explained.

Streya: “So, there are laws in place to prevent that?” I ask.

N85: “Yes. And besides, blood only tastes good when the provider is happy. Even if there weren’t laws, our buyers would still treat us well. And even give us whatever we desire.” She said with a happy tone.

Streya: “Is… is being bought the only way out of this scenario? And what about those normal humans?” I ask with a serious tone.

N85: “No. If you’re really smart, then you will be given the chance to go to a school, and become a free human. And frankly, normal humans don’t really exist anymore.” She answered.

Streya: “A free human?” I repeat.

N85: “They exist. And the laws are very strict on hurting or doing anything bad to them.” She replied.

Streya: “Could you get free as well?” I ask with a curious tone.

N85: “Me? No. As my intelligence has already been measured, and I do not fit the needed amount to become a free human.” She replied with a shrug.

Streya: “I see… Well, thanks for answering my questions.” I say with a smile.

N85: “No problem. And I am here for at least another year, so just come to me when you have more questions.” She said with a smile as well.

With that, I walked back to my cell, as I needed time alone to actually think this all out. Sitting down on my bed, I begin to think about my options.

Clearly, getting bought by some vampire woman, isn’t something that I am keen on. Sure, it would be hot to have a vampire girl suck my blood, and pleasure me, but only if I wasn’t her slave.

Despite what N 85 said, it’s still basically slavery. I want my freedom, even if I miss out on a hot vampire woman. Saying that, why did N 85 not know what a vampire is? My best guess, is that such information was hidden.

If vampires are real, then maybe the fantasy methods to kill them work as well? Not like I ever want to be in a position where I HAVE to put one of them to the test…

Wait… how do I even get tested for my intelligence?

AI Assistant: “You can request it, but your mental health will be graded as well.” She replied.

Streya: “Despite what you all think, I am perfectly mentally stable. And what if they don’t determine that my mental health is good? Won’t I get bought before I can even take the test?” I ask with a nervous tone.

AI Assistant: “You’re 20 years of age, but your mental state isn’t confirmed to be good. As such, it’s not like you will be put up for sale in under a year.” She said.

Streya: “I can prove that I am completely mentally stable. Could you set up a meeting with something that has power in this place? I mean, those doctors are humans, right?” I ask with a curious tone.

AI Assistant: “All staff involved, are vampires, as you called them. And yes, I can set up such a meeting. As you have information that shouldn’t be accessible.” She replied.

She reassured me that a meeting would happen tomorrow, so I fell onto my bed. It didn’t take that long for me to fall asleep. Though, before I did, I realized that I still wasn’t really that tired at all. What the heck?…