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Unidentified human sighted. Abilities unknown. Low risk detected. Approach if necessary.
Rhubarb did not often venture into new places, but he had recently discovered that there was much to be gained from doing so. He had heard of places called libraries--it was part of the everyday knowledge that was placed in his memory banks from the beginning, after all--but they were not a place that he often frequented, even the university's on campus facility.
One visit, though, turned into another. There was one glorious thing to be found in libraries, and that was information. He had to question whether spending so much time pouring over book after book, becoming the ever present ghost of the technology section of non-fiction, was really what his company were asking of him, or if he was actually learning anything of benefit, but he couldn't find the want to stop. It was interesting. Enjoyable. If he could experience a human thing such as 'enjoyment', then this was one of the few places for it.
Two thick programming books in his hands, he finds himself wandering between the shelves. He didn't often enter the fiction section--his reason simply that he didn't see the logic in reading about situations that did not exist and never would--but today he saw a girl, apparently reading. Strange. He finds himself somewhat curious about her reasoning, for nestling in such a section, but it's only the knowledge that his company would likely approve that makes him approach.
"Is that book interesting?" he says flatly, blinking once. He didn't think so after all. Perhaps he would finish talking quickly, and read these new books...
