A Master/Slave Meme

[fishbox]

Congratulations! You are now a slave/master.


Master:
What kind of master are you?
What brought you into possession of a slave?
What will you have your slave do for you?


Slave:
Why are you a slave?
How easily will you adjust to this new situation in life? ie, what kind of slave are you?


Run wild and have fun! RNG is not needed~

Comments

[geistwrapped]

[When Raimi had put in his request, this was not what he expected. Additional lab techs, some security personnel, yes. There were slaves in the facility, not many, but some.

At first he'd taken it as a sign that someone was pleased with him, or attempting to get on his good side by sending one for him specifically. Now? He wasn't so certain about that.]

The rules are simple; the north-east quarter of this level contains my personal lab. It is off-limits except when I am with you. You are to be in your room or attending to whatever work you've been assigned.

sorry about the tldr;

[pyriscence]

[Serial number 19870719 just nods. The Empire wasn't particularly good to its 'creations' - he was a slave either way even without the mark on the back of his neck. If not a slave he'd be fighting on the front lines, their soldiers when they didn't want to send their own. Most of the time now. Because he was clever at such things as programming and design and other lab work, they kept him, probably to keep an eye on him that he couldn't sabotage anything. Even though he could if he had reason to. At least they'd made him with a strong instinct to stay alive, to not die in vain. Unlike most of the others.

He understood the logic behind telling him to not enter the lab unattended. Rooms. If they could be called their sleeping quarters. He wants work, not to be sitting or thinking - that bred trouble, but they couldn't possibly know that. They thought they controlled the augment's minds, just as well as they controlled their bodies.]

Understood, sir.

tl;dr is my favorite

[geistwrapped]

[A short nod, and then Raimi is walking with a gesture to be followed. There's a brief pause at a door to get past the much lighter security on it. The room doesn't have have permanent equipment. Instead there are shelves with long, short, sealed containers and scanning equipment.]

Anything with uniform internal density goes over there, for non-uniform, take a sample, mark the crate number.

If you have a question, ask it. It'll take less time to explain that it will to fix something later.

[Raimi took a set of already-collected gel samples to the part of the room set up for processing.]

[pyriscence]

[The slave just nods again.]
Yes Sir, I will.

[He hates the Empire, hates what it stands for, but he can do nothing about it. He follows close behind his new Master - or - maybe just his overseer, considering that he was a slave for the Empire in general.]

Where do I start? The uniform internal density or the non-uniform.
[They both look relatively simple to figure out which is which.]