[ Noelle nods in agreement. It's all part of the same system. Manufactured friendliness. If she thinks about that for too long, her skin starts to crawl.
Fortunately Krouse intervenes with a phrase Noelle hasn't heard in years. She looks down at him, a little baffled for half a second before smiling. A quiet huff of laughter escapes her. Noelle schools her face back in line, so she can reply with the gravest and utmost sincerity that Krouse's analysis demands. ]
The cake is a lie.
[ The robot doesn't react. It just keeps digging its hole. ]
Do you want to take it apart?
[ Any sentimentality they feel towards it is just part of this place's strategy. Disassembling the robot might give them an edge. Also, it'd be cool. ]
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Fortunately Krouse intervenes with a phrase Noelle hasn't heard in years. She looks down at him, a little baffled for half a second before smiling. A quiet huff of laughter escapes her. Noelle schools her face back in line, so she can reply with the gravest and utmost sincerity that Krouse's analysis demands. ]
The cake is a lie.
[ The robot doesn't react. It just keeps digging its hole. ]
Do you want to take it apart?
[ Any sentimentality they feel towards it is just part of this place's strategy. Disassembling the robot might give them an edge. Also, it'd be cool. ]