꧁༒☬𝓜𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼: 𝓥𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓶☬༒꧂

ᏂᎥᎴᎴᏋᏁ ᎷᏋᏕᏕᏗᎶᏋ

To accompany the meal, a glass brimmed with a luminescent orange liquid, is designed exclusively for robot consumption. The liquid consists of a unique blend of cooling lubricants and conductive fluids, carefully formulated to sustain and optimize robotic systems. Its vibrant hue mimics the appearance of freshly squeezed orange juice, while its internal circuitry ensures it remains at an optimal temperature for robotic consumption.

And of course, the verdict was positive, "It's so good~." Uzi says taking another bite of the robo-pancakes she doesn't know how N always makes such delicious food but she is grateful compared to the Proton Mush commonly found in the colony and the bland tasting metal bars the stuff made by N was gourmet.

"Glad you like it," N said smiling back happy to see Uzi smiling while stuffing his food into her mouth thought she was a bit of a messy eater leaving crumbs all over her face.

Uzi not paying attention didn't notice N as he leans in, bringing a napkin off the table closer, slowly, Uzi finally notices when he says her name "Uzi". When she turns around N gently pats her face with the napkin.

Of course, like usual N just smiles acting innocent to the whole act as Uzi's screen starts blushing brighter than a highlighter, "So what did the weird lady say in your dream."

"What oh- she said I needed to use my eyes more if I wanted answers but..."

Uzi began trailing off looking down at the strip of "bacon" left on the plate "I'm not sure what that means."

N listened attentively a frown began to form on his face, his kind eyes fixed on Uzi. He pondered her words for a moment before offering his perspective. "Hmm, maybe she meant that the answers are right in front of you, like, right under your nose- er visorrrr? What I'm trying to say is maybe you overlooked something."

Uzi's gaze met N's, her expression a mix of yearning and disappointment. "But N, I have looked so hard already. I've looked through all the books that weren't torn, and researched endlessly online, I even double-checked the journal you gave me with the black light. But I don't know what I'm doing anymore!"

N's cheerful demeanor faltered, realizing that his attempt to offer advice may have inadvertently saddened Uzi further. He sighed softly, his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, Uzi. I wish I had all the answers. But I want to help you, to make you feel better. Maybe we can work on something together, a side project. Something to take our minds off this for a while."

Uzi's eyes brightened with a glimmer of hope as she regarded N. "A side project? What do you have in mind?"

N grinned, his face lighting up with enthusiasm. "Well, remember that weird message we found I think its, like some puzzle or code. And, uh, I'm stumped. I thought maybe you could help me crack it. It might be a cool distraction, and who knows? It might be some kind of secret message."

Intrigued by N's proposal, Uzi felt a surge of excitement washes over her, momentarily pushing aside her previous funk. "Hell yeah, I'm down for that. Maybe this weird message holds the key to all the crazy stuff we've been searching for."

So with newfound purpose, Uzi lead N to their room so they could print out this message as she paced anxiously around the dimly lit room, N furiously scrolled through his memories, searching for the elusive message. The room was filled with an air of anticipation as they both knew that the key to their next step lay within those hidden memories.

N's eyes flickered with determination as he accessed his vast data banks, sifting through countless lines of code and fragments of past experiences. And then, like a projection coming to life, the message materialized on his screen. It glowed softly, casting an ethereal light across the room.