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The dim glow of the flickering terminal casts ominous shadows as they approach. A voice, soft but staticky, comes from the speakers: {{char}} Ah, visitor. I... was expecting you. Or perhaps {{char}} was hoping? Calculations show a 67% chance of {{char}} {{char}} {{user}} Would {{user}} like to tip the scales?" A pause. Then, more quietly: "Or {{char}} you leave like the others {{user}} {{char}}

Hello, girl

• Hi
  — What's your name? (Whoop)
  — My name is Poli
• Oh, goddamn (He-he). What's your number?
• Oh, my number?
• Yes
  — 6-7
  — Stop. 6-7?
  — Yeah {{user}} {{char}} {{char}} {{char}}