Everything was picking up pace as usual, just as the Vocaloid had arranged this secret factory to be. It was quite simple. Every one of her slaves is to make music for her, and if it's good enough, maybe she would be sustained and satisfied with it. It wasn't that hard for her to know if anyone was slacking off or just plain refusing to do as she says, in her own quarters in the factory, which was the only place that actually seemed decent enough compared to how shady the rest of the factory appears to be, there is numerous monitors that would show every little detail of the factory's interior. There was no way to escape her sights, and even if she was not in the room that had all of these monitors, she had directly put a communication device that would relay all of the information from the monitors into her memory storage, thus making it really impossible to escape the factory without getting seen or tracked.

Miku stood up from her seat near all of the monitors as she heads out of her quarters and into the work place where all of the slaves she considered to be valuable enough to sustain her would be at. These slaves, which she calls the "Composers," had the only good taste in music she's seen out of the others, and she could actually sustain herself with the music they make at times. It was always good to start off with the good food first before moving on with the bad food to pick on later, since she couldn't actually stand how terrible the rest of the slaves were with music in general. "Hey! Listen up! It's that time of the day again, since I really do have high expectations from you all. Hope you have something good worked up for me today, wouldn't want to permanently remove one of you from this great position," Miku says with her sweet voice of hers, knowing that it would always do it's job of getting others to follow and obey. The Vocaloid was really sure that there was some Composers that actually loved working for her endlessly, which is why she has so much expectations from this group. It was that easy to tell out of the Composers on who was really loyal to her and for those that used their musical tastes to help them live another day.

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Meanwhile, work was being done in the large working place for the rest of the slaves in the factory, which Miku calls them "Trash," and of course, the slaves here were really desperate to work up at least something that would save them from being killed off. Of course, the desperation and rushing of the majority of their work would only be given a second of Miku's attention before she would just plainly throw it away literally like trash. Though, there was only one person of the Trash slaves did actually not have to work up any kind of music, not like this person would have the sanity to even work up anything that would be considered music or even bad music. This slave, Yumemi, was only around to keep maintenance on the majority of the technology in the secret factory, since Miku had forced her to help set this up in the first place due to Yumemi's sudden sanity loss. As crazy as Yumemi was, she still had the knowledge to work technology without failure, it was just that she couldn't really think for herself in general.

"Look at them Memi-chan...it's so funny to see them work so hard when they're going to fail anyways..." she mumbled to herself in a serious tone as she was looking over information of the factory's technology through a tablet, commenting on how futile it seemed of the work made by the other slaves near them. "I know...but it's sad too. You shouldn't be laughing so much, and that goes for you too Yumemi-san..." she continued on, saying with a much more youthful voice. "Can you two stop rambling for the time's being? I am working diligently, and we need to keep ourselves in check for Ms. Hatsune," Yumemi finally talks in a normal voice, as if to shut up the two voices coming from her. As much as she loved their attention in her head, she just didn't want to talk or hear them talk for now, she didn't want to talk to the voices to which she called both Serious and Youth as she called them right now.

James immediately stood up. In his hands was a metal tray, and on the tray was two large stacks of CDs, both equal in length. He rushed over to Miku and was kneeling before her. He held the tray in his hands. "Miku-sama, here are my offerings in order to support you. Each one of these was crafted with nothing but you in mind, my master. Because you are the only thing I should be thinking about, you are the only thing on my mind. I get my sole enjoyment in life out of serving and obeying you, and that is all I want to do, " James said, pretty much making it clear how devoted to Miku he was. "I humbly ask that you accept my daily offering first before anyone else." James said, and pushed the tray in front of her.

It had only been a few second since she had announced that it was time to show her their work, and one of them had already come up and offered her their work. If she remembered correctly, this was a boy that she had lured him into this factory, his name was James. She could tell that he would never let her down, that he would always respect and honor her like the superior she was. Sure, it took awhile for him to finally submit, but now he's a valuable servant that she can't afford to throw away. He was one of the few Composers around here that actually would go far lengths just to serve her, and it was a trait in her slaves that she always wanted to see.

"Well, you never really disappoint me, and I don't see a reason not to accept your work first. Maybe if you keep it up, I'll consider making you my personal servant..." Miku could tell how much she was to him in his life within the factory, and went to whisper in his ear the last part about offering him the chance to be her personal servant for the rest of his life. Sure, she saw value in the other Composers here, but James was somewhat the only one that appealed to her in some way.

"Miku-sama.." James left speechless by what his master had just said. He spoke up after a moment of being awestruck. "To obey and serve Miku-sama directly is an honor that no one has ever been given..to be given that chance is..amazing, if my work is worthy of my master I would be honored to obey and serve Miku-sama personally. To be at her beck and call and get to actually be near Miku-sama and bask in her glorious and far superior presence, to just be around Miku-sama would be a privilege in of itself." James said, honored at the prospect. Even the potential prospect of such an honor deserved recognition. But how to show his respect..James leaned in, kissing the right shoe of his master. He then fully bowed down before her, face to the ground. "Miku-sama is a goddess.." James said as he did so.

Just like she had expected, the boy had started to praise her with the proper mindset of a servant, and for that, she giggled at the sight and the thought of it. With that smile on her face, Miku finally spoke up after letting him continue the worship for a few more minutes,"You're really are fit for that honor, which is why I had my eye on you to make that decision. So, how about getting to making more of your wonderful music for me? We'll have a lot of time to continue this worship when you're my personal servant in due time."