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Huh. Another name. You focus your attention back onto cleaning the android's arms. You might as well talk to it. "So, what's bothering you? You were pretty, uh, rude when we came in."
"Oh, I do apologize." Its voice is soft and low as it speaks. "My mind was drifting to unpleasant places. I was remembering." You were expecting it to continue but, no, that's all it said. You cock an eyebrow at the odd comment.
"That's it? Remembering what?"
"Oh, that's the issue. Who wants to remember anything in this day and age? Isn't it better to enjoy the simple pleasures of life and to...embrace nothing beyond that?" A pleased hum crackles out of its voicebox as the <span class="mu-b">Man</span> polishes its neck. That didn't answer your question.
"Well, that's fair, I suppose. Not like you had much else to do since we were neglecting you, huh?"
"Indeed. This, however, makes it for it." It responds with a sing-sing tone. "It's far better than what L'Cure would've done."
What would've they done, then, the <span class="mu-b">Man</span> asks?
"They would hose me down. Simple, effective, nothing to complain about..." A faint trace of disappointment lingers in its words. "...but nothing to write home about."
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> is glad that the two of you could help it out.
"Well. I do have one request, if you wouldn't mind."
"Sure." You shrug. If it means it won't breach containment, you'll at least humor it.
"I can sense someone who wishes to forget nearby. A lost, lost boy who wishes to stay lost. I can...hear him, all the way from here." The android shudders, sending droplets of water flying here and there. "It pains me to hear his cries. I was built to drown the sorrows of people just like him."
"Do you mind handing him some of my wine?" It must be talking about LOST SINCE 199X. Well, hm.
"I'll consider it." You offer it a non-answer. With the <span class="mu-b">Man's</span> help, you dry off the anomaly with some cloth. The android now looks brand new, like it was just delivered to your cell. The android gets up from its chair and, without saying a word, it wraps its arms around the <span class="mu-b">Man.</span>
The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> obviously didn't expect it to hug him. By the time he's able to react, NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER is already back in its seat. "I must thank the both of you for your services today. I do hope you enjoy the wine, even if it is not in the way I intended for it to be enjoyed."
"The sandwiches were...an interesting use case for it."
Huh, it knew you did that? You're not going to press it, you're just glad that it's doing better. The <span class="mu-b">Man</span> snaps out of his daze and he rushes over to retrieve the bucket. The two of you exit the anomaly's containment cell now that you're done with it.
>NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER MOOD is now 90/100! FLUID POINTS is now 70/100!
>INSIGHT HINT REVEALED! ABYSS GAZE/REMEMBER/?
Welp, until Ashton is back, you might as well pass the time. Time to grow some mold, baby! Mold is money!!! There's not much to talk about when it comes to growing it.
