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The robot was staring intently at the treat, trying to figure out its purpose, what it is, why it moves if it’s touched.
“Camus. Is this an invention of yours?”
It had to be. Why else would a dessert - he assumed it was such, at least - in their living quarters? And Camus was the right person to question, anyhow.
“And why does it wiggle so much?”
Poor boy never seen jello before.








