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[heavensnight]

Has anybody gotten sick here? Like the plague or the measles or that one disease where you cough up blood?

Just kind of wondering what happens if that happens. We got a doctor on call or we're relying on the robots?

[the doomed narrative caught up to her unfortunately.]

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[heavensnight]

[well. this is a mistake. she wants to hear his voice and this is a bad idea but listen, the doomed narrative has it out for her. she might as well.

she turns on the voice function.]

I don't know where to start with that either.

[redsquares]

[There’s a long pause before he replies, only partially because he wasn’t expecting the switch to voice.

He sounds… tired. But what else is new?]

Maria. You seem to always think I want the worst for you. I don’t know how to prove to you that isn’t the case.

[heavensnight]

[sorry James if she's not making this awkward is she really herself?

also she had avoided him since going off on him and well maybe she missed him for some bizarre reason. being a man's tulpa is one hell of a trip, James.]

You know how it goes. Women, can't live with them and can't live without them. [she's avoiding the subject if it isn't obvious.]