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Chapter 3
by Ooploljk
What disrupts her thinking?
Meal time
She heard a loud ding! It was time for her to eat. A metal tray slid out of the machine. She tore off the foil that covered it and discarded into a drawer that popped out of the device.
The tray contained her usual meal, a brown-ish mush. It didn't taste particularly bad, but it definitely wasn't good. She was never provided with silverware, so she shoved her hands into the goop. She scooped her meal up with two fingers and sucked the mush off.
When She was done she licked in between her fingers to get the goop off, put her tray into the drawer with the foil, and went to the cleaning machine.
She stood underneath the pipe protruding from her wall. A large glass cylinder slid up from the floor and drainage holes open up in it.
A high-pressure stream of very cold water sprayed from the pipe above her. She cried out in shock, she just couldn't get used to it. Her hair stood on end and her nipples hardened. A bar of soap dropped down from the ceiling and she began to clean herself. She paid special attention to her breasts and vagina, they had to be especially clean.
What next?
In Other Words, Lacking
The life of the personhood-less
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