forked from PGR/ascnet
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45 lines
4.5 KiB
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1 1 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory206.png
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2 2 401 1 211
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3 3 301 The incapacitated service robots fall flat on the floor, but even while trembling, they kept the drinks in the glasses unspilled.
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4 6 301 Service Bot Please... taste-test... new...
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5 7 301 They still have yet to give up, but their broken joints deny them from standing up.
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6 8 201 1 500180
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7 9 301 1 Karenina *****! CUT IT ALREADY! 1
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8 10 301 With her brows crumpled into a maze, Karenina returns and sits back on the supply crates.
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9 11 202 1
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10 12 301 Service Bot Why... Please... survey... Improvements...
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11 13 301 Wringing out the last bit of its strength, a service bot faintly nudges you with a glass of cocktail.
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12 14 301 Service Bot Please... taste-test... new...
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13 15 302 Sure. 16
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14 16 201 1 500180
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15 17 301 1 Karenina Hey! You gone mad or something?! 1
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16 18 302 I'll handle this. 19
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17 19 301 Karenina ...Oh, WHATEVER! 1
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18 211 202 1
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19 20 301 Karenina swivels, her back now facing you, and begins messing with the fireworks again, all silent.
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20 255 302 (Drink) 21 (Take a teensy-weensy sip) 21
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21 21 301 The recipe is noticeably improved by Karenina, but the eldritch traces of the old recipe still lingers. The moment the liquid touches the tip of your tongue, you feel an acrid explosion in your mouth.
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22 22 302 (Force a smile) 24 (Frown) 24
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23 24 301 Service Bot Please... comments...
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24 25 302 It's good. 26
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25 26 301 Service Bot Thank you... Thank you...
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26 27 301 Service Bot The new recipe is... finally... approved of... Re-opening...
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27 28 301 AniZhuanchangBegin The noise-riddled voice of the service bot echoes over and over on the beach, but its companions are cold and silent, already broken.
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28 29 301 AniZhuanchangEnd When—
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29 30 301 —A brilliant stream of light streaks up into the night sky. The firework explodes in a blinding pattern of lights.
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30 31 302 Huh? 32
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31 32 201 1 500180 6
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32 33 301 1 Karenina What? These scrapjacks are re-opening, yeah? 1
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33 34 302 Yeah. Openings come with fireworks. 35 You read about it in the Babylonia database? 35
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34 35 301 Karenina Mh-hm. It's on the files for fireworks. 1
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35 37 301 Service Bot Opening... Customers...
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36 38 301 The fallen down robot tries its best to lift its arm, extending them into a welcoming pose.
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37 233 204 1
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38 39 301 And like that, under the light of the fireworks, the robot ceased to function, forever.
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39 40 302 Goodnight. 41 Sleep well. 41
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40 41 301 Karenina has walked over to your side without you knowing. The two of you gaze at the night sky, illuminated by the fireworks.
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41 42 301 Karenina Opening, huh. Sounds... nice. 1
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42 43 302 Yeah. 44
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43 44 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin The sea breeze caresses the night beach, bringing light gusts of sand over. They slowly bury the service bots, as if in goodbye to these industrious workers of the past.
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