When I woke up, I soaked in a jar.
My whole body was covered with tubes, and I was surrounded by "people" who looked exactly like me.
No. 2617.
They said I was the "key", the mass-produced kind.
Destroy after use.
No. 001 Has been destroyed.
The next one may be me.
Fortunately, another me came to save me with a rocket launcher.
Her name is Goli, she has a bad temper and a mechanical arm, and she says there are only four people in our alliance.
Count me in, five.
Okay, a small number of people is also an alliance.
We plan to rescue all the sisters who are being used as tools.
As for those who treat us as consumables——
The little flowers I raise don't just bloom.
The heroine's perspective.
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