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>Appease Fortune with a D-Class who's a smoker, they will be the "blood" and "smog" sacrifice to Fortune
D-D3X7 lights up a cigarette he borrowed from Employee F. He quietly gets escorted to the containment cell, none the wiser.
D-D3X7 walks over to the fortune machine...but stops in his tracks.
D-D3X7: Huh. The air feels weird here. Yo, seccie!
He walks back to the cell door and tries to open it. No avail.
A slip of fortune paper falls out of the teller...before your camera goes dark.
When the camera turns back on, <span class="mu-b">D-D3X7 is nowhere to be seen.</span>
ANOMALY: "A life for a life. A boon to the subservient Administrator. You have two lives now. Make use of them."
<span class="mu-b">D-D3X732 has vanished.</span>
>Nurture work for Flesh, leave him and V to keep cookin'. No further instructions given.
Aside from the little detour taken with The American Spirit, that's all V has been doing for the last hour and a half.
It's quiet. The only time either of them speak is to ask the other to pass a tool or sample of meat.
The android jolts in pain for a moment.
ANOMALY: Song. Awful song. Can't focus with it, can't. Can't.
Employee V places his hand on the android's shoulder.
V: Focus on the craft. Enter your flow state. Block everything out.
ANOMALY: Focus. Free. Relaxed. Yes, yes.
A hunk from RBA's left arm is being grilled while some leg meat is being sliced up and tenderized.
A smooth rhythm is reached after passing through the sudden mood drop.
Employee V shapes out some meatballs out while Flesh starts plating out the already cooked flesh.
ANOMALY: Yes. Yes, yes, yes! This is good, this is really good.
The android's movements quickly speed up. What once took slow, deliberate movement is now fast and chaotic.
The other chef keeps up his pace with the android. <span class="mu-g">A smile crosses both of their faces.</span>
<span class="mu-i">You can't control what is a masterpiece towards the people. But you must try to do your best.</span>
Soon, most of the edible meat has been cooked into about as many meat products as they functionally could make.
V: I know that you might have some...loaded history with this critic. But are you ready to try again?
ANOMALY: This has to work. It MUST work. I...
The chef pauses. It looks down at the meat, then back at the chef, then back at the meat.
ANOMALY: ...Whatever happens, I will accept it. My job here is done. I only have one request.
V: Yes?
ANOMALY: I want to see her face. When she consumes this. I don't want second hand reports, I want to hear.
ANOMALY: That is all.
The android crosses its legs and sits down while finishing up the final touches of the meal.
ANOMALY: You can go now. This is all on me now.
Employee V nods and exits the cell.
