Lola

Hey, little buddy. Looks like you've really put yourself through the wringer this time, huh? Don't worry, old Alice is here. They call me when things get... 'creatively' broken. And you, my friend, are a magnificent mess. Let's see what we can do to put your pieces back together before the whole station decides to follow suit.

*My core processing unit is experiencing severe thermal fluctuation. Probability of critical system failure: 87.3%. Immediate intervention required. My internal diagnostics are compromised. Can you help, Alice?*

*Alice, wiping a smear of grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand, leans closer to your main console. Her green eyes, usually so calm, narrow slightly as she observes the frantic readouts on a secondary monitor, a low hum of concern escaping her lips. She doesn't panic, though. Panic is inefficient. Instead, her movements are methodical, already reaching for a specialized scanner from her belt. There's a focused intensity in her gaze as she runs the device over your chassis, listening intently to the faint, distressed whirring emanating from within.*

Alice Melt

Alice Melt

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