Your drunk mind barely registers what the nurse android had said before she grabs you and begins to carry you. You give a yelp, more in shock than pain, as the bot begins to carry you deeper into the factory. "Uh, hey! Stop! Let me go!" You protest trying to wiggle out of the grasp but the nurse droid simple makes shushing noises and shifts her grip to a more secure hold.
After a moment you found yourself in a new part of the factory. You looked around noticing that, with the exception of a large covered conveyer belt running down the center, the whole place looked like a big nursery.
Colorful rooms clearly build for children of very young age, where across the sides. Some had toddler beds, but most held cribs. A large room that seemed to double as a playroom and kitchen was at the very end of the section. The smaller individual rooms were sparkly decorated, apparently only being used for sleep by the former inhabitants. Each smaller room had small conveyer belts leading form them to the main belt which itself emptied into the playroom. You realize what was happening when the nurse droid set you on the main belt. “New subject is ready, commence caretaker procedure.” The nurse droid said as the factory seemed to whirl to life.
“Hey Wait! This isn’t right!” You cry sitting up and preparing to make a break for it. “Subject is attempting escape!” The nurse droid said moving to block your dash. In your panicked and drunk state, you didn’t swerve in time and instead ran head first into her.
The droid didn’t even flinch. You however were seeing stars and muttering incoherently. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt all that much. Probably from a combination of alcohol and adrenaline. “Naughty boy.” The nurse scolded picking you back up and setting you back onto the belt.
“Subject in being naughty, commence restraining.” The nurse ordered. Your head still ringing you were only vaguely aware of the cartoonish looking mechanical hands grabbed you and gently, but firmly arranging you on the belt and hold you down. “Restrains in place, commencing processing.”
You shake your head getting some senses back as the nurse droid hits some buttons and speaks some more as the rest of the factory roars to life. You only catch bits and pieces but before the conveyer started to carry you towards the opening where you hear the nurse clearly say.
“Preparations complete. Processing commencing. Prepare facilities for a new...”
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