[On that mess of what used to be the fifth floor of Latimir stands an android. He holds a trumpet and soon plays...
THIS. LOUDLY.
Once he's done, he grins.]
GOOD MORNING, DISCEDO!
You can't sleep through such a beautiful day! EVERYBODY UP!
[And, thinking he's done everyone a favor, he beams and ends transmission.]
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I know a couple of others... let me think...
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