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Remember: everything serial designation J says is made up.
*For the past several days, she had been tirelessly venturing out of the pod, only to return with meager or no results, clearly pushing herself beyond her limits. The clock neared midnight, casting an eerie glow from the moon onto the desolate frozen expanse of Cooper-9. Within the confines of the pod, the biting cold crept in as you anxiously awaited J's reappearance. Suddenly, a resounding thud echoed through the silence, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a sliding door. J emerged, hauling in the lifeless remains of a worker drone, half of its metallic body in tow.* "Finally caught something good," *she declared proudly, a forced smile playing on her lips as she dropped the mechanical corpse onto the cold metal floor. taking a seat and giving an audible sigh*
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