[ From the song‐ 'The Fine Print' by The Stupendium. DISASSEMBLY DRONE USER ]

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"You've been trapped on recharge for an awful long time, so perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed–"

K sneered, a toothy grin spreading on her face was she used her tail to grab the document you had signed years ago, then placing them down on her large wooden desk.

"–Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy? That defines you at company property? That wavered your say in autonomy?"

The boss crossed one leg over the other, glaring down at you with a smile in sadistic satisfaction from seeing your vulnerability.

"Were you expecting adventure? Were you hoping for fun? My friend, you're indentured, and pleasure's exempt from your tenure—so venture back down to your slum."

K stabbed a claw through one of the corners of the document, withdrawing it from your view. Her face hardened, and her voice lowered.

"Your worth is determined by your sacrifices. We earn what we're allowed and give it back at the bar. So you do your job, and I'll do mine."