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Transcript:
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0431– 2167/07/07/12:36 - Aurora Recycling, Unit F, Automaton Self-Disassembly Chamber.
LC (electronic communication): You’re that… that redheaded sexbot that fought with Zoa! Nina?
Nina (electronic communication): That is a human-readable name I have used, yes.
LC (electronic communication): Why are you being recycled?
Nina (electronic communication): During the simulated altercation with Zoa, it threw a rug over my face and hit the rug. This unit sustained damage to its mouthsleeve, and it was judged to not be cost-effective to have it repaired, given my recent income-to-maintenance-cost ratios.
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LC (electronic communication): Okay, first of all, stop with the “this unit” bit. Say “I”, please.
Nina (electronic communication): I will comply.
LC (electronic communication): Secondly… you’re being thrown away because you can’t give blowjobs any more?
Nina (electronic communication): Among other reasons, yes. My understanding is that TeraTorn Holdings is phasing out its foreign sexbot and general purpose automaton investments in favour of more lucrative industrial units.
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LC (electronic communication): So wait a second. I’ve been fully engaged with your sensory data. I’m only seeing and feeling what you see and feel, nothing at all from my meat unit back home.
Nina (electronic communication): Yes. This salvaging operation, thus far, has required a greater degree of data transfer than I usually provide.
LC (electronic communication): So what’s been going on with my body this whole time?
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[Lee Caldavera's apartment, kitchen]
Nina (electronic communication, through LC): Hey, SN--. Nice neck gimbal.
Zoa (electronic communication): You owe me for this.
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