"你有聽過DreamTech的有機並列運算服務嗎？他們的市場推廣相當積極。”

"對，我知道。"一位開發者回應道。"訂閱價格真的很划算。我們即將有一個需要前所未有計算能力的AI項目，為何不試試看呢？"

"聽起來不錯。讓我來查查看。”

此時，在DreamTech的數據中心...

"嘿，主管，我們剛剛獲得了一個新的OPC訂閱。他們已經為四個計算單元付了一年的費用。我擔心我們現在可能沒有四個並行單元準備好。暫時我們沒有單元可用。"

"那RB17到RB21單元呢？她們應該是可以運行的。"主管建議。

"你一定在開玩笑。"操作員驚訝地說。"她們剛剛進入待機模式冷卻，我們的標準程序需要至少12小時的休眠。"

主管似乎對操作員的回應很不耐煩。"別再找借口了。我們現在正在爭奪市場份額，立即讓那些單元運行起來。"

"但是要記住，我是負責維護和清潔的人。"操作員抗議道。"從生物搖籃中扶起她們的身體，清潔她們生化拘束服上的所有線路和接口都是粗活。上次，一些九流程式員在這些單元上運行他們粗糙的Hackathon程序。結果令她們身體瘋狂抽搐，呻吟呆號了足足五分鐘..." 操作員喋喋不休。

"還有她們的生化廢物！我發誓，我要加薪。"操作員忘不了那令人不悅的氣味。那個糟透的環境與'處理器'的美麗面孔形成了強烈對比。

"專業一點！你是有支薪的！"主管大喊道。"還是你想成為她們中的一員？我從研究人員那裡聽說，這些女性已經被強制手術改造並徹底洗腦，大腦還可插入操控模組以共享神經通路，這樣她們可以進行複雜的計算。但為了實現這一點，我們必須不斷地用生物電脈衝刺激她們的腦部區域，使用高能量的納米波刺激海馬體來提高她們的性慾，以最大化處理能力。那些瘋狂的科學家甚至修改了他們的生殖器和乳房，插入各種設備，他們說這是為了'性能優化'！如果你不想要這份工作，現在就告訴我，你就做另一個單元好不？"主管對他大喊。

"好吧，好吧..."操作員讓步了，他知道這次不能硬碰硬。"我是男人，可做不了她們呢。無論如何我會辦到，我會重啟RB17到RB21的單元。"

迅速地，操作員下了一系列的指令。螢幕馬上顯示出在處理艙內發生的情況。四對處理器 - 實際上是穿著生化拘束服的年輕女性改造人 - 在各自的生物搖籃上被固定，有許多纜線和插頭連接到她們的脊髓。每個女性的太陽穴都有一個信號發射器植入，直接將她的大腦與她的夥伴連接起來。

"RB17到RB21的啟動序列已經開始。還有90秒就完成了。"

處理器開始抖動，因為她們的海馬體被刺激以引發性興奮，呻吟聲充滿了房間。

"好的，客戶正在登入並部署代碼。"

隨著處理強度的提高，對單元的脊髓和腦皮層的電擊增加。'性能優化器'亦開始工作，從各個方向以生物電脈衝波刺激單元。少女的尖叫哀號和呻吟聲在房間裡迴盪，她們的眼睛翻白，口水從嘴角不停流下。其中一個單元甚至排尿 - 一種清澈，有奇怪氣味的液體。事實上這些十來歲少女的身體被大幅度改造，以將性慾轉化為生物電信號，從而幫助計算處理。

"嗯..."操作員咕噥道。"我想，觀看這些畫面，我從這份工作中的唯一樂趣。"

---

"Have you heard of DreamTech's Organic Parallel Computing (OPC) service? They're quite aggressive in marketing it."

"Yes, I know," replies a developer. "The subscription price is really worthwhile. We have an AI project coming up that requires unprecedented computing power, why not give it a try?"

"Sounds good. Let me check it out."

Meanwhile, at DreamTech's data center...

"Hey, boss, we just got a new OPC subscription. They've already paid for a year for four computing units. I am worried we might not have four parallel units ready right now. We don't have any units available."

"What about units RB17 to RB21? They should be operational," the boss suggests.

"You must be joking," the operator responds in surprise. "They just went into standby mode for cooling, our standard procedure requires at least 12 hours of sleep."

The boss seems impatient with the operator's response. "Stop making excuses. We're in a battle for market share now, get those units running immediately."

"But remember, I'm the one responsible for maintenance and cleaning," the operator protests. "Raising their bodies from the bio-cradles, cleaning all the circuits and interfaces on their bio-restraint suits is not easy. Last time, some low-grade programmers ran their rough Hackathon programs on these units. The result made their bodies twitch madly, moaning and groaning for a full five minutes..." The operator rambles on.

"And their biochemical waste! I swear, I need a raise." The operator can't forget that unpleasant smell. That terrible environment contrasted sharply with the 'processors' beautiful faces.

"Be professional! You're salaried!" the boss yells. "Or do you want to become one of them? I heard from the researchers that these women have been surgically altered and completely brainwashed, their brains can even be plugged into control modules to share neural pathways, so they can perform complex computations. But to achieve this, we have to constantly stimulate their brain areas with bio-electric pulses, use high-energy nanowaves to stimulate the hippocampus to enhance their sexual desire, to maximize processing power. Those crazy scientists even modified their genitals and breasts, inserting all sorts of devices, they say it's to 'optimize performance'! If you don't want this job, tell me now, want to be another unit?" the boss shouts at him.

"Alright, alright..." The operator gives in, knowing he can't fight this one. "I'm a man, can't be one of them. Anyway, I'll get it done, I'll reboot units RB17 to RB21."

Swiftly, the operator sends a series of commands. The screen immediately shows what's happening inside the processing pods. Four pairs of processors - actually young female cyborgs in bio-restraint suits - are fixed on their bio-cradles, with many cables and plugs connected to their spines. Each woman has a signal emitter implanted in her temple, directly connecting her brain with her partner's.

"The startup sequence for RB17 to RB21 has begun. 90 seconds to completion."

The processors begin to tremble as their hippocampus is stimulated to induce sexual excitement, moans fill the room.

"Ok, the client is logging in and deploying code."

As the processing intensity increases, the electrical shocks to the units' spines and cerebral cortex increase. 'Performance optimizers' also start working, stimulating the units with bio-electric pulse waves from all directions. The girls' screams and moans echo in the room, their eyes roll back, saliva flowing non-stop from the corners of their mouths. One of the units even starts urinating - a clear, oddly smelling liquid. In fact, these teenage girls' bodies have been heavily modified to convert sexual desire into bio-electrical signals, thus aiding computational processing.

"Hmm..." the operator murmurs. "I suppose, watching this...is the only joy I get from this job."

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