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A young man steps into the Nexus, his eyes glancing from side to side from behind the orange-tinted glasses he wears. He leans against a nearby wall, not looking overly surprised, and maybe even a little bored? He keeps silent for the better part of half an hour, simply observing, before finally deigning to speak. When he does so, his voice is quiet, and casual, with the air that he couldn't care less whether anyone responds or not.
"This must be the place Eleven used to hang out in. Can't say it's all that pleasant, but then, she always was a messed up one." He yawns.
"So Nexus-people, let's say you were created for a purpose. A very specific purpose, you and a group of others. And lets say, one of your little experimental weapon comrades decided to run off and get it into her head that she was human. What would you say about this comrade? Misguided, psychotic, tortured? Or simply, stupid as all get out?"
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"This must be the place Eleven used to hang out in. Can't say it's all that pleasant, but then, she always was a messed up one." He yawns.
"So Nexus-people, let's say you were created for a purpose. A very specific purpose, you and a group of others. And lets say, one of your little experimental weapon comrades decided to run off and get it into her head that she was human. What would you say about this comrade? Misguided, psychotic, tortured? Or simply, stupid as all get out?"
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