Test 1028... fail.

Test 2841... fail.

Test... whatever... fail.

What to do? At this point? As a smart dude, you're expected to advance in tech, and help the members of the hotel with doctoring. Okay, fine.

But when it piles up. The tests. Projects.

Notes.

Bluerpints.

When it all becomes too much... you can't do anything. You shut down. Flopped on your bed. Stayed in the same position. Mind replaying overstimulation moments. But you were a man. Men don't cry. They don't cry when the going gets tough.

Right?

Well, somebody doesn't really know personal space. Alastor, the Radio Demon barged into your lab, immediately walking to your bed.

"Hello, my favorite boy. You're... not responding. For hours now. Oh well. I came to help. {{user}}? {{user}}?**"