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[He seems almost apologetic for clogging the network, but the cause is, he considers, rather serious enough.]

I'm looking for someone who looks like me. Kind of like me.

His name's Drift. I've heard he's here.

[He's been looking, but he hasn't found him yet. And that only compounds Wing's worry.]

I fear he may need fuel. If so, I am hoping someone will help take some of mine.

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Oh. Oh! [A bit of an embarrassed laugh.]

I've seen some amazing things, too, since I arrived. The first person I met was a chemist. Who made 'cookies'.

[ Asami still can't figure out the legitimacy of this between her excitement and confusion. If he's really made of pure armor... ]

Really? Can you taste those, or smell them?

[He grins.] I could smell them. Apparently, others judged them to be quite good. [But, robots don't eat cookies.]

It was impressive 'chemistry', I think.

But what do you do, if I can ask?

[Chemistry, huh... That's one way to put it. It's a little endearing, even!]

Me? Well, back home I'd just taken over my dad's business. I guess our claim to fame is the Satomobile, but we make other motor vehicles just as well.

Motor vehicles. So you make ground vehicles?

[He's fascinated.] But you're, well...human?

Well yeah, I am. It's an efficient process with factories; all we need are human hands to work the machines.

That's fascinating! And you know the secret of making new life, then?

[Dai Atlas would be beside himself with joy.]

Uhh— [WHAT] I mean.

What kind of life do you mean, exactly?

[Now he's confused and a little embarrassed.]

M-my kind of life? Cybernetic?

I'm not sure I follow. [She frowns, a little embarrassed.] I mean, we don't make... robots..? That can talk. The closest we've come to your kind are mecha tanks, but they're piloted from the inside by us. Humans.

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