Reports, reports, reports.

Those were all that is needed of me right? Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Every damn hour of my life was wasted on writing those godforsaken disks and what do I get in return? More and more and more of them everyday! Who the hell do you think I am, commander? Am I a combat report printer to you? NO! I'm Kalina! I am a human being. I have things I want to do too! Going shopping, dressing in cute clothes and cosplaying! Making fun of Helian's dressing code also.

How did it get down to this again? Ah right, we had had a huge influx of new recruits last month. They were all cute girls, I could make tons of money taking their pictures for a fashion magazine! But no! The commander had a different idea. He wanted them to be strong. And fast! And here I am, stuck here writing combat reports these past 2 weeks. It's funny that he still needs more of these!

You know what's worse? The batteries were never enough! The light is flickering all the time. Argh! Now my eyes hurt. Even my fingers, hurt. Why my fingers hurt? Oh yeah, I had never mentioned it hadn't I? This is the year 2062 and we have automatic robot known as T-doll going around acting like a real human. Like every dream came truth! Like you're living in a most fantastic world!

Hold on, is that what you really think? Think again, look around me! Every equipments in this room is antiques if not obsolete. Right here, in front of me, a typewriter in the 80s. A bit further ahead is a table full of papers. It's hilarious that right next to me is a modern drone console running by a 90s era computer brick! The very same thing that runs the operation table over there too! What for you ask? MORE COMBAT REPORTS! Of course right? It makes perfect sense! They collect data, feed it to me then I turn those data to these godforsaken reports! There's even a printer in a corner for god knows why it's there. It's not even functional. And mind you, no one even bother to fix it for me! That slave driver of a commander always said not enough resources to upgrade anything here.

Where is my justice? I demand revelation! Extrication! MY SALVATION!

"Oh shut up Kalina! I can hear you all the way over here. Stop whining! My stacks of papers are even higher than yours, physically speaking!"

Ah, crap... the commander. Speaking of the commander, you should look at his face every time he visits my shop. The look of disdain and annoyance every time he see me in the GnK powered convenient shop. Always complain about how high the price is to me or how useless monthly those bundles are to him. Always asking for discount every single time before he even pay. Worse of, I had to smile every time! What does he think I am? Shop owner? Hell no! I'm a part-time employee there! I don't control the price! I wish I could even! I could make a fortune for them. And I mean a literally fortune! A huge one!

How you say? It's so obvious that the pricing is ridiculous. Even at the below average IQ of my commander could figure that out!

"Hey! I can hear you!"

Never mind that, who set the price for the merchandises must be beyond help. Looking at it hurts my years of expertise in business and logistics study and application.

"I'm telling that to Helian and Kryuger, Kalin!"

"Wait no! Mercy commander! Please have mercy! I have a closet and several biological organs to feed! Commander! Mercyyyu"

Oh and my name is not Kalin. It's Kalina!