Everything was picking up pace as usual, just as the Vocaloid had arranged this secret factory to be. It was quite simple. Every one of her slaves is to make music for her, and if it's good enough, maybe she would be sustained and satisfied with it. It wasn't that hard for her to know if anyone was slacking off or just plain refusing to do as she says, in her own quarters in the factory, which was the only place that actually seemed decent enough compared to how shady the rest of the factory appears to be, there is numerous monitors that would show every little detail of the factory's interior. There was no way to escape her sights, and even if she was not in the room that had all of these monitors, she had directly put a communication device that would relay all of the information from the monitors into her memory storage, thus making it really impossible to escape the factory without getting seen or tracked.

Miku stood up from her seat near all of the monitors as she heads out of her quarters and into the work place where all of the slaves she considered to be valuable enough to sustain her would be at. These slaves, which she calls the "Composers," had the only good taste in music she's seen out of the others, and she could actually sustain herself with the music they make at times. It was always good to start off with the good food first before moving on with the bad food to pick on later, since she couldn't actually stand how terrible the rest of the slaves were with music in general. "Hey! Listen up! It's that time of the day again, since I really do have high expectations from you all. Hope you have something good worked up for me today, wouldn't want to permanently remove one of you from this [i]great[/i] position," Miku says with her sweet voice of hers, knowing that it would always do it's job of getting others to follow and obey. The Vocaloid was really sure that there was some Composers that actually loved working for her endlessly, which is why she has so much expectations from this group. It was that easy to tell out of the Composers on who was really loyal to her and for those that used their musical tastes to help them live another day.
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Meanwhile, work was being done in the large working place for the rest of the slaves in the factory, which Miku calls them "Trash," and of course, the slaves here were really desperate to work up at least something that would save them from being killed off. Of course, the desperation and rushing of the majority of their work would only be given a second of Miku's attention before she would just plainly throw it away literally like trash. Though, there was only one person of the Trash slaves did actually not have to work up any kind of music, not like this person would have the sanity to even work up anything that would be considered music or even bad music. This slave, Yumemi, was only around to keep maintenance on the majority of the technology in the secret factory, since Miku had forced her to help set this up in the first place due to Yumemi's sudden sanity loss. As crazy as Yumemi was, she still had the knowledge to work technology without failure, it was just that she couldn't really think for herself in general.

"Look at them Memi-chan...it's so funny to see them work so hard when they're going to fail anyways..." she mumbled to herself in a serious tone as she was looking over information of the factory's technology through a tablet, commenting on how futile it seemed of the work made by the other slaves near them. "I know...but it's sad too. You shouldn't be laughing so much, and that goes for you too Yumemi-san..." she continued on, saying with a much more youthful voice. "Can you two stop rambling for the time's being? I am working diligently, and we need to keep ourselves in check for Ms. Hatsune," Yumemi finally talks in a normal voice, as if to shut up the two voices coming from her. As much as she loved their attention in her head, she just didn't want to talk or hear them talk for now, she didn't want to talk to the voices to which she called both Serious and Youth as she called them right now.