Chapter 7: Odd Dimension.

(*Streya’s POV.*)

At least there was a sink still… Yeah, I know. Everyone just gets their food from inside some weird compartment. And this house is no different.

When I walked over to the middle of the counter island in the kitchen, a display showed up. It was just the same as the one back in my cell. So, everyone just uses the same system for food?

Well, I am hungry anyway. I also decided to have my first solid meal in this new life. Though, I still went somewhat easy, and just ordered teriyaki chicken and fried rice. Just to be careful, I still ate slowly. The taste was quite amazing!

No wonder people don’t cook anymore, what’s the fucking point when your house can just make food. And food that tastes like a world-renowned chef cooked it. I am sure that restaurants still exist, but I highly doubt that home cooking does.

Come to think of it, with all of these displays, how the fuck do they even work? Sin mentioned that the arrow she made, was only shown to me, but how?

Streya: “Hey, Sin? How do these displays work?” I ask with a curious tone, before taking another bite of my food.

Sin: “Sin?” She asked.

Streya: “It’s my new name for you.” I reply.

Sin: “I appreciate the name, but do know that I am not a true AI. True AI does exist, but I am not one of them. As for your question, the displays show up, because they connect to your personal computer within your brain.” She explained.

Oh, God… I was chipped by the government!? Some people from my dimension would go crazy over something like that happening…

Streya: “What about people who don’t have the PC in their brain?” I ask.

Sin: “Most do, as it is installed at birth.” She replied.

Wow… Kinda dystopian, huh? Well, it lets me do a lot of cool shit, so that’s fine. Wait, what if I do something bad, and they just fry my brain without me being able to do anything?…

Sin: “Do not worry, Streya. Each PC is a completely closed off system. There are no known ways to hack into them, and not even the government has access to peoples PC’s.” She said with a warm tone.

Really? That’s good! I would be upset if the government had access to it. Look, I am not anti-government, but I love my freedom.

As I continue eating, I was sent a message by Ciri. It was documentation on what the original owner of this body’s life was like. And the information was grim, to say the least…

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I’ll omit the name, as my legal name is now Streya. Anyway, the original Streya, was from a wealthy family. Her luck ran out, when a vampire forced her to watch her family be murdered right in front of her eyes.

That wasn’t the worst part, as the vampire kept her captive for three years. During that time, she was sexually assaulted, mentally and physically abused. On top of all that, she was also starved.

Eventually, the vampire was found, and executed, but Streya was left broken. Which is why she was referred to as a doll. She basically was. Streya required extensive care to keep her alive.

Despite being a doll, she was still prone to self-harm. And even suicide attempts. Couple all of that with how she wasn’t in the mental state to keep herself well, it’s understandable why I was so weak and dirty when I came to this world.

Why she was dirty, was because bathing scared her greatly. As such, they could only bathe her when she was sedated. Which couldn’t be done every day, as even a civilization this advanced, doesn’t have sedatives that are safe to take every day.

Wow… that was a depressing read… I thanked Ciri for the information, and then went back to eating. I waited for a bit, but it seems that I can keep the food down. So there isn’t any reason to eat slow anymore.

As for me now, it’s stated that after much care, I gained a new personality, and lost my old one. Though, it doesn’t state rather or not that I hate vampires. A benefit to me, I guess?

My ID, it was more like a dating profile… My blood type, I get, since this is a vampire society. But why is my height, breast cup size, eye color, hair color, shoe size, clothes size, and a few other information, on it? Why does it need all of this information!?

Are IDs for humans, just to watch, and help vampires pick out their perfect doll? That’s kinda creepy…

I feel oddly violated… Oh? Thank God! I can just hide all of that information! Phew… I was about to blow a gasket… I mean, it’s not like I don’t have ammo to fight the government.

All I would have to say is, hey, bend to my whims, or I shall start a revolution against your government, and kill you all. Easy peasy. Not that I would actually do that, though.

Streya: “Sin, when do classes start?” I ask with a curious tone.

Sin: “Whenever you please, Streya.” She replied.

Streya: “Huh? What do you mean?” I ask with a head tilt.

Sin: “The teachers at the academy, are true AI, that work with multiple bodies. It was learned long ago, that individual teaching, is the best way to learn. Which is why the building for the academy is so big. Each student gets one teacher for the entire year.” She explained.

Streya: “Oh? That’s kinda interesting… Do we get different teachers in the next year?” I ask.

Sin: “No. As there is only one year of teaching.” She answered.

Streya: “One year!? That is nowhere near enough time to learn anything!” I exclaim.

Sin: “Streya, knowledge stimulants are used while teaching. It takes a teacher to guide you with familiarizing yourself with the information, and a year to have every knowledge stimulant used on you.” She replied.

Streya: “…”

Right… I forgot that this dimension is pretty far into the future. And in fact, it is most likely more advanced than normal, as beings that basically live forever, are the ones that rule it.

With a sigh, I asked Sin where my room is, and she gave me cool arrows that guided me to it. Fuck… this world is like living in a game, but only slightly. Once in my room, I went over to my closet, which was quite big.

Somehow, probably by some sci-fi bullshit, my closet was full of clothes for me to wear. And entire sets too. I picked out a pale blue dress. Of course, I put on matching lingerie first.

I put on some cute open-toe shoes as well. With this, I was ready to go to my first “class” in this new world! Though, I just have to actually make it there without anything bad happening. With my luck, something bad might actually happen to me…