#sicklyrobot

[didwellenough]

new test subjects

[ It's programmed in her, this inordinate need to explain herself and welcome whoever's waking up from the cryosleep in a pleasant tone.

As if they deserve her compassion. ]

     Welcome back to Aperture. You have been asleep for-- hm. A few of you, a long time. Surprise, you're still fat. Congratulations on beating the odds.

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Milo opened the door and looked down to the scuzzy shag space carpet. It had planets and everything. He went to this small arcade on Thursdays after work, usually. It was just something to fill the time. Milo didn't enjoy it too much.

He walked over to the coin machine and tried to drown out the few children screams that bustled through the building. Zoning out and wasting a couple hours is all he wanted for tonight. 

He lagged towards Pac Man, with the overpriced tokens loosely held in his fist. There was a person already playing, which was weird. There was usually no one here in the corner. Milo gazed at the screen from a few feet behind. The girl playing had a bright red hoodie with the hood up. She was quick... but not hurried. When she moved it was a decisive snap of the wrist, not flustered shaking of the joystick. It was entertaining to watch her play.

After awhile, the game over jingle played and over the droning tones of the place he could hear her fingers clack onto the dirty plastic machine. Milo felt nervous, he stood straight and looked between the screen and her. She had bright green hair and her hands were thin and long. He felt like he should say something before she left.

"Nice score."