Chapter 50 – Management (4)

He put his hands in Seyoung’s armpits and lifted him up.

“You don’t have to do this.”

She said shyly.

“It’s been a lot of trouble since then.”
“It must be that I can’t control it because I’m lacking.”
“Bring me two ice packs.”

She used her PDA to give orders to an ambulance waiting outside.

[All right.]

The medical robot responded with a distinctive heavy voice.

According to Artemis’ newly established regulations, an ambulance must accompany me when I go out of the VIP residence.

“Do you like the shoes?”
“Yes. Still, going barefoot wasn’t too bad. Would you say it makes you feel better?”

Toes in sandals wriggled cutely.

Even the toenails, which were black and dusty until recently, are now a clean pink color.

“I’ll invite you up there someday. There is a barefoot walking trail in the park there. You will like it.”

It is a beautiful trail where you can see trees, grass, flowers, and flowing water wherever you look.

Moss and tree roots are sparsely protruding along the road, so it is refreshing to walk barefoot there.

I feel like my lungs and mind become clear just by walking. There is also an acupressure path made of gravel.

“It’s a VIP area, so if I go there, the people here will hate me even more.”

Seyoung smiled bitterly.

“Looking at the situation earlier, nothing could get better, so what?”
“That too.”

I touched her cheek her.

“That lady’s hands are hot.”
“I didn’t think you’d even do a hand-to-hand sword.”

Seyoung naturally accepted my touch on the cheek of her.

[I’m here.]

A security robot opened the door and received two ice packs from a drone waiting outside.

“It’s on your face.”
“Thank you.”

She calmly accepted the ice pack.

“You seem to have trouble controlling it?”
“In the current situation, it is more important who is older and more powerful than who has a higher rank. It feels like going back to middle school and high school.”
“I wanted to talk more forward-looking about future operations, but I need to set things right today.”

I gestured to the waiting robots.

“Call the girls. I have to fulfill my purpose for coming here.”

After a while, about 20 of her senior prison guards entered Se-young’s office and lined up.

I’m standing on something like a lectern a little higher than them.

“Nice to meet you.”

Everyone’s eyes are focused on me.

“You will know me through the video training that has been done so far. My name is Seo Jin-soo. I am the system administrator here. However, due to an unfortunate accident, he is currently holding all administrative positions in the city.”

Concurrent holding of all management positions. Even without explaining what this meant, they would have understood.

“The first rule, obey order. It’s not just about following the city’s norms. It also applies to the relationships between the members of this small camp.”

I went behind Seyoung, who was standing next to me, and put my hands on her shoulders.

“Seyoung is still your representative and superior. Her authority her must be respected. I will no longer tolerate the same hypocrisy as before. Do you have any questions so far?”

Then, a woman who appeared to be in her mid-30s raised her hand to her, and I gestured for her to speak.

“But now prisons are gone. There is no government either. Seyoung cannot represent us. We want to elect a new representative.”

She said without hesitation that she had prepared in advance.

“I decide whether I can represent or not.”

She flinched as I spoke her sternly.

“Now that the prison and the Korean government are gone, you can’t recognize the positions and authority that were created at that time? According to that logic, I can temporarily give you another position in the city.”

At my words, there was a buzz everywhere.

“Another question?”

Another woman raised her hand her and I nodded at her and pointed her finger at her.

“How long are we going to stay here? If you look outside the fence, you can see the city is very big and there are many nice houses.”

In fact, this would have been a more important issue for them than who their representative was.

“If you look closely, you can see cafes, and there are places that look like downtown.”

In the midst of the murmur, voices such as “Yes, yes” Or “I want to drink coffee” Could be heard.

On her way to work in the morning, she stops by a cafe and holds a disposable plastic cup filled with warm, sweet coffee.

This was a normal daily routine for them. If you see the hope that even a small part of your daily life can be returned, you will be obsessed with it.

“And it’s so close to the prison camp. We are not in the same position as the dogs.”
“Can you get me a tampon? It’s hard to wash the sanitary napkins we use now every time.”
“Speaking of which, I wish there was a washing machine. My hands hurt from washing with laundry soap in the bathroom.”

At one point, even the women who had not been given the right to speak became confused as they spoke in unison.

I raised my hand to stop the guard robot trying to stop it.

Some people may be offended by saying, “You are asking me to give you a bundle because you saved my life,” But I personally understand the feelings of these women.

It’s not a crime, but it’s a situation where I was sent to a marine prison and went through hardships that I’ve never experienced in my life.

Of course, I have no intention of accepting it just because I understand the mind.

“Is there any contact from the outside? What about the group of living survivors?”

A woman got a little quiet as she asked this question. While they were talking about their individual desires, they must have thought of their family and friends all at once.

“Sorry, but there is no news from the outside. Individual survivors are scattered in small numbers in distant places, but the survival group as an organization has not been identified as here.”

It was an answer close to the death sentence of the family, but it seems that everyone had already prepared their minds. At best, a reaction of the extent of covering one’s mouth.

“And one more thing, I think we need to clear up a fundamental misunderstanding between you and us.”

They put question marks on their faces.

“You are not here as South Korean prison guards or civilians. Just as a survivor of a disaster situation, I was rescued by a cruise ship called Shelter while the ship called the State sank and drifted.”

A look that still doesn’t make sense.

“If you think of our relationship as ‘a government that provides free cup noodles, blankets, and tents to flood victims,’ that is a big mistake.”

As she said this, she glanced at Se-young, and G-nya moved her mouth with a small nod of her head.

‘I’ve said it several times.’

In the form of However, seeing the bitter smile, it seems that it did not work properly.

“As soon as the administrative arrangements are complete, you too will be given labor, just like the convicts. Because I have to pay for food, clothing and shelter. This is a closed city, and the circulation of input and output must continue. Surplus resources are tolerated, but surplus people are not tolerated.”

Immediately, several people started talking, and when the security robots stamped their feet in unison, it became quiet.

“From now on, be sure to get your say and ask questions. If you break this, I will send you out.”

Three women raised their hands and pointed to one of them. She introduced herself as a teacher.

“What we’re going to do is continue the work of the prison guards, right?”

She said, chinning in the direction of the large camp.

“No, after the aptitude test, everyone will be assigned a new job. There are many jobs such as cleaning, cooking, farming, environmental management, and factory work. There may be some people who will help the guards and do the work of prison guards, but not many.”
“We have only been working as prison guards until now. But cleaning and a factory…”

She muttered with a look that not only her her, but most of the women in her her, sympathized with her.

However, looking at the expression, it seems that they do not want to be a prison guard because it is their specialty, but they just do not want to do hard and messy labor.

I saw this expression a lot when I was in the military, so I can tell by looking at it.

A few women stood calmly with their arms crossed, but all seemed strong. He seemed confident about being assigned as a prison guard.

“I’m sorry, but you have lost your authority. Wasn’t it only yesterday that you were naked and imprisoned begging prisoners for food? What prisoner do you think would be afraid of wearing a uniform and holding a baton now?”

At my words, their faces filled with shame. But what can I do, it’s true.

“Things were very bad then. But here again enough…”

The lieutenant couldn’t finish her words and blurted out.

“Enough again what? You think you can be a jailer again here? Doesn’t that mean you’re going to control me and my guards with the authority on your back?”
“…Yes.”

Her voice crawled in as I got to the point of her embarrassment.

“How effective would that kind of control be? What I want is a strong controller that can in itself buy fear without having to carry someone on its back. In the aptitude test I mentioned earlier, there is also a correctional officer item. We will conduct a new physical fitness test and combat aggression evaluation, and we will select strong women with sufficient control.”

Seyoung raised her hand at my answer.

“Tell me.”
“To be honest, under those conditions, less than 20% of former prison guards would be able to pass. That wouldn’t be enough.”

Some women glared at Se-young at her remarks that openly disregarded their abilities her, but she did n’t even snort at her.

As an administrative official, it was an attitude that focused on reporting accurate information and expected problems in advance.

According to her life her record book her, she was the class president throughout her school days, but I’m really curious about her appearance her back then.

“I do not care. The lack of people will be selected from among the prisoners. There are so many tough girls, so you can easily fill the quota?”

At my answer, a reaction close to screaming erupted from the women.

“Convicts? Are you going to use criminals for policing? No, you mean we could be controlled by prisoners?”

The prison guard I was talking to a while ago said as if it were nonsense.

“Even if that would be a problem?”

When I asked her calmly, she seemed to have lost her words of her.

“Everyone, don’t get me wrong. It’s not because they’re criminals and you’re ordinary people that I differentiated my monitoring methods while managing the prisoner group and you guys separately. By my standards, they are just refugees who lost their country. It’s just a matter of credit rating.”

Next to her, she heard the sound of Seyoung sighing.

Even if the same thing is said, it is effective only when someone with power and authority speaks.

“This is not a prison. There is no country called Korea anymore. There is no reason to carry on and enforce the criminal records judged by the fallen government. All I want is power and skill and a minimum credit score. There are only three of these. Of course, I have no intention of entrusting an important position to someone with a criminal record like drugs or fraud.”

Such a woman is a bread-and-butter human being who cannot be trusted at all regardless of her ability to her.

“But if there was a muscular prisoner who came to her bread her for one of her assaults her, I would gladly appoint her to police her city her. As long as she obeys my orders, she will.”

You have to monitor whether it works properly or not.

It is far better to appoint a violent but strong force as a security force and use it with moderate surveillance than to use a non-violent but weak and weak force.

Because there are no human rights activists here.

“This place is safe, but not friendly. If you look at Korea as an extension of the country, it will be difficult in the future. Rather, think of joining a warlord organization to save your life in a ruined world.”

Now they seem to have understood the standard by which I was looking at the new residents.

“Haven’t you seen any post-apocalyptic movies or dramas? Like Mad Max, Snowpiercer, The Walking Dead. What kind of people were the chiefs who lead Shelter there? I may not be more vicious than them, but don’t think I’m particularly kind.”

I paused for a moment and looked around at everyone.

Fear.
Worry.
Unrest.

Generally, negative emotions are felt.
But there is also the opposite.

Expectations.
Admiration.
Excitement.

There are also those who show positive emotions on their faces. Those who are confident in their own abilities.

“That’s all you need to know now. The rest of you will learn slowly if you stay here. Another question?”

The women just kept their eyes closed.

“Bravo one, bravo two.”

[Waiting for Bravo 1.]
[Waiting for Bravo 2.]

Two robots answered my call and took a step forward.

“You will assist Se-yeong from now on.”

[Order Received.]

“Saeyoung.”
“Yes.”

Seyoung replied.

“Until there are specific instructions, control this place as you have always done. They will be your bodyguards and limbs. New reports will be heard at regular meetings. I will completely delegate the work here to you.”
“All right.”

She bowed down

None of the prison guards lined up until they left the building behind them and left the building.

That reaction is enough.

Do you know how the ranking and influence of women are determined in the social gatherings of spouses in military apartments?

Simple indeed.
The husband’s rank is the wife’s breath.

If the husband is the division commander, the wife also acts like the division commander.

I had seen such a meeting once before, but it was a world of suffocating ranks where only honorifics were used.

If you want to empower Seyoung?
That’s easy

If you favor her in front of everyone and attach a few of her robots, it will be organized in an instant.

You can hear her her gossip her, but nobody in her face her will treat her badly.

Anyway, I expected her role her as an administrator from Se-yeong, not her charisma her to win over the residents.