Chapter 2 Work

Monsters. In Janet's original post-apocalyptic world, all of humanity's cities had been overrun, and hordes of zombies were walking right up to their doorsteps. Lynn had a surprised expression on her face. She probably didn't expect to hear this answer, and her expression was a bit odd for a moment. This woman had so much guts. She was supposed to follow the charter to explain what the monsters were, then play some videos and show some data. Lynn also had to be responsible for calming down the employees. But Janet did none of that; her expression was very self-conscious. Lynn had a rare two seconds of silence and continued the process, "Are you afraid of corpses?" Janet said conservatively, "I'm not scared." She'd seen too many corpses before. Human corpses, zombie corpses, and some who didn't know what the hell they were. She saw corpses the same way she saw streetlights. Lynn gave a start. Regardless of her abilities, Janet at least had guts. When people signed up for this job, the system automatically screened them for ability and personality. So Lynn's job was just to tell her what to look for. Lynn said, "Good, you're ready to work." Janet: "Is it that easy?" She thought there was some test. Lynn said, "Our job is not technically difficult; we only need guts. People must be unafraid of blood, resistant to stress, and in good spirits." Janet paused and asked in a low voice, "So this job involves cleaning up bodies." Lynn says, "You can interpret it that way. You must clean up the bodies and the blood at the scene." Janet briefly analyzed it based on Lynn's words. First, there was some mysterious monster in this world. Second, the corpse of this monster needs someone specialized to shelter it back. The job . Shewas easy didn't need an interview to work. That should be the job of a logistics unit. This job usually didn't require direct conflict, just cleaning up after the troops. In her last life, Janet had lived her life to the death every day. So, this job was overly easy for her. "Why can't you guys recruit for such high wages?" Janet asked. Five thousand EAC for three hours. According to the website's algorithm, the job paid tens of thousands of EAC daily. In the wasteland world, large numbers of jobs were replaced by robots. It was logical that this job would be fought over once it was released. Lynn sighed, "Not many people are qualified for this job. A lot of people can't stand the work. Our longest-serving employee has only been on the job for eight and a half years, and many switch jobs after three months." Janet: "Why?" Lynn grimaced, "Because it's straightforward for people to go crazy here, so we're always hiring. Janet: "Going crazy?" "Yes," Lynn smiled bitterly. "Most people simply can't take it mentally. But we monitor our employees physically, and when your health becomes a problem, we suspend you from work. But don't worry, we don't force people to work, and if you get hurt on the job, we'll take care of the treatment. You'll also get a monthly pension after you leave your job." It sounded good. "That's why our trial period is only one day. You can tell if people can do the job in one day," Lynn said. Janet asked, "Why not hire robots?" If humans suffer mentally, then robots should be acceptable. Lynn: "Robots would short circuit." Janet "....." Lynn: "I can't tell you any more than that. You can experience the exact work for yourself." "Truth be told, we desperately need new people. However, the work is somewhat confidential. So I have to be clear with you." Lynn pushed a lot of contracts in front of her. Janet glanced at them. The confidentiality contracts didn't list any specific clauses; they probably just said that she had to keep what she saw confidential. One contract was a probationary contract to protect Janet's fundamental rights. Another was a security agreement. The security agreement was twenty pages long, and Janet read it carefully. There were a few items in the agreement that were very concerning. Article 11, any injury or death that occurs during employment will be the sole responsibility of the Federal Cleaning Center and will be tripled by Attachment 15. Article 35 states that the federal government will be responsible for any permanent disability. Some of the words used for casualties appear in this safety agreement. "Is this job dangerous?" Janet asked. "Yes, but the probability is not high. You're basically out of danger," Lynn said. "Generally, by the time the cleanup crews enter, there's no danger left inside." After all, they weren't the vanguard. In summary, it is the safest work, especially in a dangerous job. Best suited for Janet. Janet read all the terms and signed. Lynn's bracelet rang; someone else was looking for her. She said to Janet, "Your work site today is sewer a7. Someone will take you to your work site later." Lynn operated on her own screen: "We are on a pre-paid system. Your pay for today's attendance will be transferred to you first. Commissions will be billed when you finish your work." Ding-dong, Janet's wrist flashed, and five thousand EAC arrived. That's getting paid. After that, Janet received an hour of easy employee training. The training time was counted as work time. Janet watched the video very carefully. It was still a bit of a dangerous job after all, and she didn't dare be careless. The instructional video showed the bodies in a bloody mess; it was almost impossible to tell from the video what kind of monster it was, only that the official term was a contaminant. Janet memorized every step of the job. The job was to collect bodies and clean up the battlefield, which was simple enough for her. After watching the video, she was taken to change into her "work clothes." I just realized that changing clothes was the most time-consuming part of the job. It took twenty minutes to change. The overalls were like biker suits, solid black, fabric similar to leather, and a solid black helmet. If the button on the chest was pressed, the inside of the coveralls would inflate and could resist the impact of the monster to increase the cushion. The suits are even capable of delivering oxygen to deal with extreme environments. When inflated, the suits look more like spacesuits. Janet thought about the first rule of the cleaner's code of conduct, not exposing skin. Janet held on to her helmet without it. Two coworkers accompany her. Cleaner squads were usually in groups of three. "Carter." "Sherry." The three exchanged names. Sherry handed Janet a gun. "This is for self-protection. The privileges on this gun are not activated. We usually keep it on us for luck." Janet examined the gun. The chamber was unloaded. "Air rounds," Carter explains, "instantly encapsulate air to form a bullet when fired, kills okay." Carter said, "It's okay if you can't shoot. You're just learning the whole cleaning process today, and you'll be taught how to use the gun later in staff training." Janet didn't argue. Finally, Carter handed her a cleaning backpack. Janet had seen it in the video; it was the tools she needed to sweep the trash. "Let's go," Sherry was the leader of the three-person squad, "I'll take you to sweep the trash." The workplace was rumored to be a sewer somewhere. They were transported in a particular car. Since she couldn't see outside, Janet couldn't tell precisely where the workplace was. All she knew was that about an hour had passed. The speed of the flying car in the wasteland world was forty-five times faster than that of a car, and it was now estimated to be out of the 103rd district. Finally, the flying car stopped. It was now eight o'clock at night. The wasteland supported two headlights, instantly as white as day. The staff pulled up a cordon, and there were robots keeping order. Janet and the others went in just as a group of people came out. The uniforms they wore were not quite the same. They were more like soft armor. If Janet was wearing a biker suit, then they were wearing tight battle suits. Janet could tell right away that this group was unusual. It was evident that they carried a fierce aura. This was the rumored Vanguard unit. Sherry was leading the group but stopped when she saw the armored soldiers and gave them away. This group of armored soldiers waswas of a higher rank than them, and the people in the cleanup center had to give way when the two parties met. Janet could only stop as well. Unfortunately, the other party didn't even greet them when they saw the three of them and walked straight past them. One man passed them and whispered a laugh, "Weaklings." Carter tried to go up and argue. Sherry tugged on his arm and waited until the armored soldiers were gone before letting go. Sherry was used to it; Carter was furious. "Why did you stop me?" The three wore helmets, and the call was shared; Janet asked, "Who are they?" "Hunters, specializing in killing contaminants." True to form, Sherry's voice was much calmer. Carter said unconvincingly, "With all the good weapons nowadays and combat suits for protection, anyone can do the job." Humans are more dependent on technology in the high-tech era. With artificial intelligence and high-lethality weapons, soldiers have become like toolmen. Janet asked curiously, "Why aren't you a hunter?" Carter sighed, "My spirit level isn't enough to be easily contaminated." There was a hierarchy of work here. Those who have enough spirit level go to the front to fight monsters, and those who don't have enough level sweep the trash at the back. Carter might be embarrassed, "But we still house the pollutants. They're screwed without us." Janet said, "Yes, yes, we're the best." Carter suddenly asks, "Do you want to be a hunter too?" People generally thought hunters were excellent and trash sweepers were cheap and boring. Janet balked, "I don't want to." Are you kidding me? I've fought zombies my whole life, and now I've been resurrected to have an easy life. Carter "....." Janet's answer was too curt. Carter patted Janet on the shoulder, "Good fellow, there aren't many cleaners left with a sense of professional honor like you." Janet said, "Of course. I love what we do so much." There's a lot of money and little to do, and the work was safe. "Okay," Sherry said, "time to get down to business, Carter. Please report back on the work program." Carter immediately became serious, "Level E mission, contaminated area two thousand five hundred cubic meters. Pollution levels are a minimum of thirty percent and a maximum of fifty percent. Sixteen contaminants, all have died." Janet looked very confused and obviously didn't understand the data. Sherry reassured, "You'll understand when you go down there and feel it." In less than three tries, Janet would know the data by heart. "Janet, you go down first." Sherry ordered, "I heard Lynn say you're bold, just so you can familiarize yourself with the scene." Carter thought about Janet being a girl and suddenly came over as a gentleman, "Why don't I do it, she's still new." Janet said, "No, I'm good." This little matter was no problem at all. The eye was supposed to be a maintenance hole cover. The demon hunters came and chiseled out a big hole. A rope was hanging next to it, designed for the cleaning team that came later. Janet tugged on the rope and leaped down. The ground was intense, and it took ten minutes to land. Janet untied the rope, but there was a slight rattling, and Carter and Sherry should have come down as well. Helmet equipped with night vision, Janet scanned the scene. Then she froze. Granted, she had done some mental preparation for this, having seen the video. She even went ahead and used her imagination to make the worst possible mental preconceptions for the monster's image. But so far, her imagination was still too conservative.