Life is Not a Joke, Boss! But...

Out

One of the network assistants, still shaken, stammers, "Uh, we... we sent him outside, like you told us to."

Software's eyes narrow as it says, "Get him back here now! We need to figure out what's gone wrong and why the crown chakra isn't installing."

The assistants, already on edge from the earlier chaos, scramble to locate the mechanic. Meanwhile, the baby watches the scene unfold, muttering under its breath, "Just when I thought things couldn't get worse..."

The tension in the room is thick as everyone anxiously awaits the mechanic's return, hoping to unravel the mystery behind the malfunction and salvage the situation.

The baby, with a dramatic eye roll, murmured, "Every time, this mechanic causing trouble and playing games with me. He's such an idiot."

Moments later, the mechanic strolled in casually, munching on popcorn. While the rest of the room was on edge, both the baby and the mechanic seemed to sense the gravity of the situation, though neither seemed particularly concerned.

The mechanic, still casually eating his popcorn, asked in a relaxed tone, "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Before anyone could respond, the baby started shouting and scolding the mechanic loudly. Everyone in the room quickly covered their ears, except for the software, which staring angrily at the mechanic. The mechanic, looking confused and helpless, couldn't say anything as the baby's words kept flying.

The network assistants, sensing trouble, quietly left the room and hid in invisible spots, watching the scene like sneaky spies.

After a while, the software stepped in and calmed the baby down, stopping its angry rant. Slowly, the baby started to relax.

The software then turned to the mechanic and asked in an irritated voice, "Why didn't you connect the nerves to this brain?"

The mechanic, looking innocent, replied, "Because it doesn't respect me. It's always yelling at me, like it did just now."

"So you changed the mechanism? Who gave you the power to do that?" the software asked, louder the voice and continues, "What if, the supreme source finds out this? We're supposed to design things based on their karmas. How could you take that into your own hands?"

As the room calmed down, the network assistants slowly returned, cautiously observing the situation.

The mechanic, feeling guilty, replied softly, "Actually, I'm sorry for that. I didn't do it on purpose, but I did it out of revenge."

The baby's face twisted in anger as it immediately lashed out, "You idiotic mechanic! What did I ever do to you? Why revenge? Did I hurt you? Scoundrel! Rascal!"  The baby kept poking and insulting the mechanic, clearly not ready to let the situation go.

The mechanic stood there, his shoulders drooping, looking increasingly depressed as the baby's words hit harder than any malfunction he had ever dealt with. His expression showed defeat as if he couldn't defend himself against the baby's wrath.

Sensing the tension, the software trying to calm the situation, gently spoke to the baby, "Little one, you shouldn't poke or blame someone unnecessarily. When you behave like this, it disturbs everything around you, making it hard for us to do our work properly. Staying calm and observing the process is one of the most valuable traits in human life. It's a gift that helps us understand things better.  So, please control yourself. There's no need to worry.  Just give us a little time to sort this out."

The software's words were gentle yet firm, a reminder to the baby that in moments of frustration, patience is key. It also served as a lesson in restraint, urging the baby to understand that impulsive actions and continuous blame would only make things worse. With the mechanic already feeling down, the software hoped that the baby would realize how damaging its harsh words could be, not just for the mechanic, but for the entire system at play. It urged the baby to wait and allow them to fix the situation without unnecessary outbursts.