"Welcome to the Self-Reformation House, Miss Matilda, Mr. Malin, please come in." The Saint Warrior from the Church of Justice smiled and welcomed Malin as he pushed open the gate.
Entering the building, Malin felt a bit puzzled because it didn't have the heavily guarded atmosphere he had imagined. There were Proxies in white clothing in the hall, patrolling Saint Warriors, but most of all... workers seated at tables facing each other?
"What are they doing?" Malin asked Matilda, unable to figure it out because they were facing away from him and the door.
"They're making buttons. Twenty metal buttons fitted onto a board earns one work credit. Each person needs to make 200 boards a day," Matilda answered.
This must be purgatory.
The first thing that came to Malin's mind was the handicraft classes from his own school days. They worked similarly, those schools and teachers righteously exploited the surplus value of the children.