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In the corner of the dining area, a small, wiry humanoid named Talek, with skin that seems to shimmer in different colors, quietly shares his thoughts with those closest to him. He questions the nature of their captors—are they truly living beings, or something closer to automatons? He wonders if there might be a way to exploit their mechanical nature, perhaps find a flaw in their programming. His voice is barely above a whisper, but his words carry a weight that makes those around him pause.
