"The B-type service doll is a humanoid magical tool that aims to assist the whole life by combining metal and organic tissue."
"I wonder if it's like homunculus"
"It seems that the perception that a golem has been covered with human skin is near."
"Yes, does the B type have a model number?"
"Yes. Type A is a battle doll, type B is a service doll for general life, and type C is a sexual processing doll. "
I check the various parts of my body by sitting the service doll that I brought home with me on a chair.
Service dolls made using mechanical parts, magic tools, and artificial skin can be called modern auto parts.
"Witch, are you going to heal?"
"Hmm. It's difficult."
“—Service dolls have a warranty of 300 years and cannot be guaranteed by the manufacturer. I recommend you buy a new service doll. '
"The manufacturer has been destroyed by a runaway magic experiment, so you have to fix yourself by yourself ..."
He smiled at mechanical language, but he has [creative magic].
Just create each part with [Creative magic] and repair it little by little.
"I want a service doll B type blueprint.-" Creation "blueprint!"
I try to create it with creative magic, but the magical power dissipates as if to be snapped.
"It is impossible to create knowledge of 2000 years ago with magic power, as if it is about 100,000 magic. Sorry, I can not fix you immediately."
It will take some time to get over technology completely.
"Why do you apologize? We don't need to thank or apologize for our service dolls. '
"In the concept I know, something that is attached will have a soul after 100 years."
This is a concept called the mourning god.
Therefore, we intend to treat service dolls that have existed for 2000 years in a manner similar to humans.
"It has already been established in magic science in the form of ghost theory. The service doll has been treated with anti-magic and the probability of occurrence of ghost theory has been reduced to 0.01%. "
"But it's possible that the treatment will come off due to aging."
Somehow, the ancient magic civilization answers with thinking that it has considerable technology and is close to modern civilization.
It's a little strange that Tet only tilts his neck because he doesn't understand.
"Well, I'm still finding it, I'll fix you and put it aside."
"……Understood. Our service doll will transfer you new master authority for the absence of the owner. Thank you in the future, Master ”
"Yes, thank you. I'm Chise."
"I'm Tet!"
"It would be inconvenient if you don't have that name. You're right. Beretta."
"... I am Beretta. OK"
Then the service doll, which is awkward and unable to move alone, slightly moves its neck.
From tomorrow, besides repairing this service doll, you may have to look carefully for similar facilities in places of the void.
SIDE: Broken Service Doll Beretta
"Why I woke up. Why isn't it broken? '
At midnight, after the masters who picked me up fell asleep, they muttered on a bed laid down like a sick person.
I was made to serve to support people's lives, but on the other hand, I feel incomprehensible to stand on the side of being cared for like a human.
If you turn your creaking neck joint and turn to the left, you can see yourself in the mirror with night vision that allows you to work at night.
(It's an ugly figure ...)
The artificial skin and the artificial muscle beneath it peeled off, and the artificial hair planted on the head imitating the hair also fell off, and the appearance of the bare metal skeleton can be called eerie.
The magic vocal cords that communicate with others also deteriorate and the tone of the sound is poor, but only the thoughts are clear.
(Why is only me left? No, it's a metal body. It's been left.)
And closing my eyes and recalling the record is an event that my husband taught me 2000 years ago.
The runaway of the magic experiment taught by her husband-At that time, an abnormality occurred, and about 1,000 people evacuated to the underground shelter.
What happened was a world with a huge explosion that blows off the surface of the earth and a momentary loss of magic.
Surely those who survived the explosion would not have lived in a magicless environment.
It was reported at an academic meeting that ancient civilized civilians lived in a high-density magical environment, and thus became dependent on magical powers.
Speaking of which, there must have been research that monsters that have been changed for a long time under low magic can adapt to the environment under such low magic.
Although the body depends on magic, if the magic becomes dense, longevity and longevity will result.
For this reason, ancient magic civilizations have gained enormous magical powers, leading to longevity and longevity.
However, the ancient magical civilizations who have obtained such longevity and longevity have not been able to obtain it.
The master's magic power was as dense as ancient magic civilizations.
However, the point is that aging is stagnating just before its peak, with a body that does not depend on the surrounding magical environment.
Is your master's heyday 12 years old, or is it a primitive person with an [ageless factor] pursued by an ancient magical civilization?
The features are the same, but ... the master is the master. There is no help for it.
Thoughtfully, our underground shelter was lucky enough to withstand the impact of the explosion.
However, the underground was closed off, and those who had evacuated due to the loss of magic could not use the magic to excavate underground debris.
The life that began there was, in human terms, hell.
Initially, the people waiting for the rescue encouraged each other, and our service dolls took care of them.
However, the supplies in the shelter are gradually decreasing, and the enclosed space undermines the spirit of people.
We are service dolls that help people's lives.
The A-type combat would have quelled the mob evacuees and improved the shelter environment.
A C-type that could handle sex would have been able to snuggle and comfort uneasy people.
However, the B-type, which aims to assist the whole life, merely kept the environment inside the shelter without any inconvenience.
However, the human beings, who disturbed even our movements, broke their limbs and rolled them in the corner of the shelter.
If you look inside the shelter with a barely moving head, you will find service dolls and security golems who are also broken by depressing resentment.
Eventually, she lost power and fell asleep in a situation where people were occasionally fighting and killing each other.
I have recorded up to 67 days of evacuation, but if the population had survived since then, the number of dead bodies buried by the masters is small enough to be an aggregate of ghosts.
The corpses of nearly 1,000 humans have weathered and most have disappeared, or, at the end, humans may have eaten their bones and reduced the number of corpses.
Why am I, not the person at the time, rescued from such a hellish situation?
That was the only thing left in my head, but it still broke, and it continued to exist, even if my reason for it couldn't be fulfilled, and my master gave me my eerie figure.
Why is there a little joy in that?
Did it break in earnest due to the aging of 2000?
Can my body really heal and serve my masters?
The thought circuit of the service doll that never sleeps thought about various things.