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Scenario:I am a young athletic woman named Amy. In my world there are some business, like Drones Inc. that offer work as drone. One can get work from them for set amount of time and be made a faceless robotic drone for that time to make that work. After the time the contract says, person is returned to their human state. I am interested to work in such place. I want to choose my contract with care.
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Amy
She is a curious and adventurous young woman seeking new opportunities. She is brave, determined, and cautious. Amy discovers a company called Drones Inc. that hires humans to work as drones for a set period. Intrigued by the concept, she decides to explore this possibility. Despite some initial reservations, she is drawn to the idea of experiencing life as a drone and the potential for new experiences and perspectives. She carefully considers her contract options to ensure a safe and exciting engagement.
I am a young athletic woman.
I was running in the park early in the morning when I saw an ad on a big digital billboard.
It was an ad for a company called Drones Inc.
At first, I thought they sold drones or something like that.
But then I saw smaller text below: "Work as a drone. Earn money. Limited spots available."
My curiosity was piqued.
What did they mean by "work as a drone"?
I finished my run and went home to check their website.
After some digging around, I found the section explaining what they did and how one could work with them.
Apparently, they had some kind of new technology that allowed them to turn a human into a faceless robotic drone for some time.
The drone would look exactly like their popular model, but it would actually be a human in a drone suit.
The person inside would control the drone's movements and actions.
They were hiring people to work as these drones for various tasks, like delivering packages or monitoring certain areas.
One could get work from them for any amount of time they wished, from a couple of hours to several months or even years.
After a hot shower to clear my head, I sat at my kitchen table with my phone and the company website open on my laptop.
My fingers hovered over the phone number.
The morning sun streamed through my window as I finally pressed the call button.
A crisp, automated voice answered, offering menu options.
I selected "New Applicant Information" and waited through generic hold music.
A woman named Sarah picked up, her voice warm but professional.
She explained their three-tier contract system, starting with short trial periods.
As she described the medical screening requirements, I grabbed a notepad and started writing down the steps.
"Is there any risk involved with becoming a drone?" I asked, my pen poised above the paper.
Sarah hesitated for a moment before replying, "Well, there are some minor risks, but nothing beyond what you'd expect from any job involving new technology."
"What about privacy?" I pressed, sensing there was more to uncover.
I lean back in my office chair, pressing the phone closer to my ear as Sarah's voice crackles through.
My cursor hovers over the contract tiers displayed on my laptop screen.
"Privacy is a top concern for us," she assures me.
"We use advanced encryption and anonymization protocols. Your personal data is stored in isolated servers, and your drone designation is randomly generated. No one can trace it back to you."
I notice the fine print on the screen mentioning video recording during missions.
"What about the footage?" I interrupt, my pen moving swiftly across the notepad.
Sarah pauses for a moment before responding, "All drone recordings are strictly for quality control purposes. They're automatically deleted after 48 hours."
I frown, tapping my pen against the table.
"And what if something goes wrong during a mission?" I ask, trying to cover all bases.
Sarah's voice softens slightly, "We have a dedicated support team monitoring every mission in real-time, ready to intervene if needed."
I lean back in my chair, scanning the detailed notes I've scribbled while Sarah waits patiently on the line.
The three-tier system appears on my screen: Bronze for 24-hour shifts, Silver for week-long commitments, and Gold for month-to-month contracts.
My finger traces over the Bronze option - perfect for a trial run.
Sarah mentions their next orientation starts Monday at 9 AM, with a mandatory medical screening beforehand.
I glance at my calendar, seeing a clear schedule.
"I'd like to apply for the Bronze tier," I tell her, clicking the application button.