[Cube is staring at a piece of ripped-out notebook paper blankly. His face is pale of much color and he looks very tired. He continues to be zoned-out for a moment before his gaze lists and the communicator he is holding.]

The hydro-plant is going well... despite the fires in the city recently...

uh... there are cookies to decorate at the cafe and...

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[The video feed starts out a bit off angle as Cube is unaware it's video and believes it to be audio. His voice is very soft spoken as he stumbles home, hardly able to keep his eyelids open, despite all the danger around.]

Good evening, Discedo...

[He pauses for a moment, and sighs, rubbing his left eye, trying to see] What was I going to say...?

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