Sean Cropper

Yes, that's my name. I never thought of it much it's just a name. Sometimes we don't even get called by our names we sometimes get called for our personality, appearances and sometimes people just call us whatever the fuck they want. Sometimes we like it, sometimes we don't but what can we do about it, nothing right? Some might think 'why not just tell them to stop it?'. Well, my dear Watson, it is because they do not care. They gave us 'nicknames' so they could not only strengthen or weaken bonds between people but could also be used as a form of entertainment. Calling each other names is a form of entertainment because you get some enjoyment or pleasure out of it and this is why my friends and associates call me 'Late Sean' or 'LS' cause my working hours starts from early morning till late night when the normal Deliverers should have a day shift and night. I know that 'LS' isn't even remotely close to my actual name (sounds more like ass) but what can I do? The answer is to live with it.

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I woke up at 6:30 A.M with only 3 hours of sleep yet I did not regret watching an entire anime season the night before. When I managed to get out of my bed I already felt the weight of the world weighing down on me and tiredness filled my entire body making me feel sluggish. I was lazy to go to work yet I can't leave my sense of duty to fulfill my role as a deliverer so I forced myself to go to the shower and cleanse myself and also did a morning fap just because. After the shower, I dried myself and made breakfast naked since I'm alone and all whilst watching the tv. The news was on. The broadcast was done like a streaming video, in fact, the newswoman looks like a streamer too, Hot and sexy.

"A couple found dead in their apartment...." I didn't pay attention to the rest rather I just glanced at the newswoman's boobs and got a boner and immediately masturbate after eating breakfast. I was a horny bastard I know but I can't help it when I'm 28 years old, never even had a relationship with anyone, and got rejected 10 times already. But I did vaguely remember the news saying there has been a lot of killings lately and told citizens to keep themselves safe.

I forgot to mention what my apartment looks like. Well, it is an average-class apartment so it looks like most apartments in Last Hope, bleak and lifeless (same with the people too). There's at least the common accommodation like a bedroom with a single-sized bed, a bathroom, kitchen and living room. I can buy more stuff to decorate the place but I think it's a waste of money so I just buy food supplies, clothes, and entertainment like games and such. Sometimes I deliver my stuff myself which is kinda awkward, to be honest, I have to sign it myself when I got home

Half an hour later I wore my usual suit (it was in my wardrobe, there is no special casing for it if you wondering) for work and watched tv until my doorbell rang. when I opened the door my robot partner was there to pick me up. He checked my temperature by just looking at me.

"It seems you are still healthy as ever." Said Scrap.

"Let's go and today you're driving," I said with a hoarse voice.

"Your voice indicates you haven't gotten much sleep?"

"When have I?"

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The trip to HQ wasn't long and with a robot partner, you can make sure that you will never arrive late at work. During the trip, I would turn on the radio and they will say the number of cases the day before (only 5 have been affected by the Erumos virus.) with mostly music and ads afterward. I just needed the radio for the sound but occasionally I listened to some of the music although I like old music more like classical, orchestra and rock.

"How are you feeling today?" asked Scrap.

"Like shit."

"I see, well we have another busy day ahead of us so cheer up would ya?"

"How can I if I have another busy day?" He kept talking and asking questions and I felt like he was hiding something because he was unusually talkative today. Most of the time we just went to work in silence until we call it a day and only talk when necessary. "Is there something wrong?" I felt stupid asking that upfront but we all do stupid things sometimes. We are only human.

"No nothing is wrong." He's lying. We didn't talk till we reached HQ.

From the outside, you could say the building looks 'unique'. It looks like a kid just stuck Jenga blocks together randomly with glue then said 'I think I did a good job' and showed to his parents and they said 'It looks great son we have an architect here' and actually made it into reality but with windows. At this age, anything could happen even idiots could be successful.

We got in and I had to scan my id card and park the van. There were plenty of parking lots but not so many vans left to park in them.

Inside the HQ was significant and huge. It has all sorts of machinery. Humanoid robots, conveyors, cranes and this is only the deliverer department. The sound of clogs clacking filled the place but I deafen myself from the sound a long time ago. Other departments like the research department have other types of machinery but I'll get to that soon. On the floor were colored lines that signify where each worker has to go red was for the medical department, black was for the security department, yellow was for the development department, and blue for deliverers. I followed the blue line guiding me to the packaging site, my workplace.

"Time for another day at work." I said with a sigh.