My name is Serizawa Kei, a college student in the final stretch of my last semester. I’m in the mechatronic engineering program—robotics and advanced technology, the field everyone is scrambling to enter right now. The passing bar is brutally high, and every other student in my course has already locked down their internships. They’ve snapped up positions at prestigious labs and cutting-edge firms, building experience and connections. Meanwhile, I had no idea where to go, no plan at all. My best friend Yukimura Yui was just as lost.
So we went to our sensei for advice, hoping he could recommend a place. He scrolled through the list with a deepening frown. “Almost all the recommended spots are taken by other students,” he muttered. “Only one left…” He tapped the screen. “Here—MR OBO TIC INDUSTRIES. It’s a new company. The document doesn’t have many details, just that they manufacture robots. Do you both want this place? I can make a call.”
Yui and I exchanged a glance, then nodded together. “Please,” we said. “Thank you.”
He made a few quick calls, then smiled. “You’re both accepted. Present yourselves there tomorrow morning. I’ll send you the location link. Don’t be late.”
We left his office, and I turned to Yui as we reached the crossroads. “Don’t jinx it, please.”
She chuckled. “See you tomorrow, Kei.”
We went our separate ways. The next morning, a buzzing alarm yanked me from sleep. I fumbled to shut it off and squinted at the screen: 9:30 AM. Oh no—thirty minutes left. I couldn’t afford to be late on my very first day. A string of missed calls from Yui waited on my phone; I hadn’t heard a single one. I threw myself into the shower, dressed in a frantic blur, and finally checked the location. A message from Yui glowed on the screen: Hey Kei, are you awake?
I called her as I ran. “Yui, are you already there?”
“Yes, and hurry! You have to arrive before 10:00. I’m already inside—oh, and don’t call me again. They have a rule: no phones allowed inside. Okay?”
“Okay, I’m almost—” Panting, I hung up and sprinted the last stretch.
By the time I reached the factory, my wristwatch read exactly 10:00. The entrance was a massive set of steel doors. I pushed through, gasping, and found myself in a cavernous production hall. The facility was enormous—endless rows of machinery, conveyors, and automated arms. I had no idea which way to go, so I wandered deeper inside, panic rising.
That’s when I saw them: a line of figures standing still. At first glance I thought they were human—but why were they all dressed in maid uniforms? I scanned the area for any staff, any human worker, but the floor was empty. On a conveyor belt nearby, a row of naked female forms passed through a series of machines. They looked like mannequins, but disturbingly lifelike. The whole scene made my skin crawl.
I had no choice. Maybe one of those maid robots could guide me. I walked toward the nearest one, heart hammering. “Hey? Can I ask you—”
The maid turned. Her eyes were glassy, her skin unnaturally smooth, a placid smile frozen on her lips. For a second I doubted they were even robots. “Excuse me,” I said, “where is the HR department?”
Her head tilted. “Anomalies detected. Executing Protocol 101.”
“Protocol what—?” A sharp, electrostatic jolt struck my back. Ouch! I cried out. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t respond. A creeping paralysis locked my limbs in place. Only my eyes and mouth still worked. The maid’s serene voice spoke again: “Malfunction robot detected. Factory reset initiated.”
“HEY! I’M HUMAN! RELEASE ME!”
More maids glided toward me, their smiles unchanging. “Stay away! What are you—?!” I shrieked. Their hands moved with mechanical precision, unbuttoning my blouse, unzipping my skirt, sliding my clothes off piece by piece. I flushed with humiliation, helpless as they stripped me bare right there on the factory floor. “Stop! STOP! I am human!” I screamed until my throat burned, but the place was run entirely by machines. No one came.
They lifted me like a mannequin, carrying me face-up toward the conveyor belt. I stared at the white ceiling, their smiling faces drifting in and out of view. “Where are you taking me?!” They set me down onto something cold and hard—the conveyor. No, no, no. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw other naked figures, lifeless, waiting to be processed. Then, through a second-floor observation window, I spotted Yui. She stood beside a man in a worker’s uniform, her back half-turned to me. I screamed her name with everything I had, but she just looked down at me with the same detached calm she’d give any product on the line. To her, I was just another robot shell. She couldn’t hear me. She didn’t recognize me.
A buzzer sounded. The conveyor lurched forward.
“NO! THIS ISN’T A JOKE!” I howled, fighting the paralysis with every ounce of will. A massive claw arm clamped around my waist, the pressure a sharp, real pain I couldn’t escape. It hoisted me up and submerged me in a vat of strange yellow liquid. I barely managed a gasp before I went under, convinced I was going to die. Then it lifted me out again. The fluid dripped off my skin, but shockingly, I was already dry within seconds. The claw moved on to the next station, where a cluster of dangling hoses waited.
A synthetic voice announced, “Nanomachine sequence: begin.” One of the hoses forced itself into my mouth. I gagged, a muffled HMMMPH! tearing from my throat. A thick, cold fluid flooded past my lips, forcing me to swallow again and again. I could feel it surging through my veins, racing along every nerve. When the hose retracted, I tried to scream—but my voice was gone. My face had frozen into the same serene smile as the maids around me. No matter how hard I strained, my mouth wouldn’t open, my expression wouldn’t change. Please, someone notice me! HELP!
The claw set me upright on the conveyor, and my body began to move against my will. The nanomachines had taken control of my nerves. I turned around, and there—laid out on a waiting tray—was a fresh maid uniform. My traitorous hands reached for it. Piece by piece, I dressed myself with flawless precision: a white lace headband, a black short-sleeved blouse with a frilly collar, a high-waisted mini skirt flared stiffly by layers of petticoats. Next, a cute white apron tied behind my back in a huge perfect bow. I pulled on knee-high white stockings, the silky fabric sliding up my legs, and stepped into glossy black heels with chunky straps. Long white gloves encased my arms to the elbow, secured with black ribbons, and a matching ribbon choker buttoned around my neck. Then my body turned and stood demurely, hands folded, as if I’d been posing my entire life.
The conveyor carried me to the next station, where pink mist sprayed over my entire body. I felt the liquid soak in, then dry instantly. The moment it did, a tingling sensation returned to my limbs—the paralysis was wearing off. I seized my chance and leaped off the conveyor, running wildly in search of an exit. My feet pounded in those ridiculous heels. I grabbed at the uniform to rip it off, but the fabric wouldn’t budge. I tried a glove, the skirt, the blouse—nothing. That pink spray was an adhesive. The uniform was now permanently bonded to my skin. No, no, no, I have to get away—
As soon as I neared the perimeter, my mouth moved on its own. “OS error. Return to production line.” My body spun around and began walking back, smooth and unhurried, climbing up onto the conveyor once more. I struggled, but the nanomachines overrode every command. I couldn’t even shiver. The stamp station loomed ahead. At this rate, I’ll become a maid robot for real. With the last of my desperation, I tried to fling myself off again, but it was useless. At the stamp point, my body turned obediently, and a searing heat pressed into my back. Agony ripped through me, but my lips stayed curved in that serene smile. I couldn’t scream; the nanomachines wouldn’t allow it.
Finally, the conveyor reached the inspection zone. Yui and the worker came down from their observation deck to look over the newly finished batch. Hope flared in me—maybe their sensors will detect I’m human, maybe this nightmare will end. The worker scanned me with a device and nodded. “No anomalies.” My body stepped into perfect synchronization with the other maids, lining up to be boxed for shipment. As I marched past Yui, she raised a hand. “Um, sir? Can you stop this model? She looks exactly like my friend who didn’t arrive yet.”
My heart soared. Yes! Yui finally noticed!
She smiled and added, “Is this maid available for purchase? I want this one—number 9901.”
No. Yui, that’s not it. I’m human! Your friend! The one you were waiting for!
The worker shrugged. “She’s ready to be bought. You can take her. Just sign the pre-order later, please.”
My body walked itself to a shipping crate and stood stiffly inside. I wept, but my own gloved hand rose and gently wiped the tears away, leaving my smile pristine. The crate sealed, and a digital voice chimed: Registration confirmed. Unit 9901, ready to serve Mistress Yui.
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Then after a week Yui found out that I missing after attempting call for a dozen time and report to the police even news are uploading my picture then as I stand by stood nearby her yui look at me could it be you accidentally turned into maid robot no way right...?!.