The chill gnawed at my skin as i knocked at the the stone wall before me, my knuckles guarded by iron claws so i could cleave further into the mine, searching for precious jewels and metals.
Finding something meant a break. A whole three minutes to rest my aching arms and to have a bit of extra food to fuel the search. Not like there was anything better to do than to turn in the materials, I was only allowed to see my cell and this wall. This was my way of life. I pounded and pounded until I could no longer see in front of my face, then the next thing I saw was the familiar soft light of the glowing screen wall in my cell.
When i was in here, I was not allowed my iron claws, they were classified as "Weapons". Once they had been forgotten on me when i had been placed into my cell, and i was beaten until blood seeped through my teeth. I wished that my holders were more careful.
My cell was 4 walls of concrete, with one having a screen built into it that constantly had a video playing, usually of Lord Frieza congratulating me on a hard days work, and telling me to rest up for tomorrow, as failing him means failing my planet, and no one needed a drain of resources.
I nodded along with the video, I knew that this couldn't have been recorded for just me, but the way he spoke really made me feel special. Maybe one day, if I worked hard enough, I'd be able to meet him and thank him for getting me through these hard days. I really looked forward to that smile when I returned.
I should probably introduce myself at this point, but i'm afraid there's not much to introduce. I don't have anything im referred as, and Lord Frieza keeps the video very general. Possibly so it can be shown to other workers. I hope they are as invigorated by it as I am.
It's not long before my eyes glaze over, and I drift off to sleep. Let tomorrow be a productive day, since I didn't find anything today.