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0237 - 2167/07/06/17:26 - fifth floor hallway
LC: That was... that was therapy! You're not allowed to disclose that! Ever!
Zoa [electronic communication]: Lee, please stop squeezing my neck so I can talk.
LC [electronic communication]: You don't need to breathe!
Zoa [electronic communication]: Yeah, but you're compressing the speaker cone.
LC: Oh.
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Zoa: Thanks. Given that it's broken, I couldn't guarantee your hand safety, so...
LC: Why the hell did you tell Dee about our roleplay?
Zoa: Who?
LC: The little yellow powertool!
Zoa: Oh. I didn't. I don't even know that robot, all your weird parental emotional baggage is a secret that's safe with me.
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Zoa: ...Except Caleb knows now, I guess.
LC: Then why did Dee call you my "Mommy"?
Zoa: Uh... I mean, I don't have access to its programming, I couldn't-
LC: Speculate. Use an AI Theory of Mind.
Zoa: I, uh... I'd prefer not to -
LC: What?
Zoa: It's... it involves information that you do not need.
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CP: Zoa. You're w-well aware we can s-simply order you to-
Zoa: IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT A SEXBOT, OKAY?
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