It's a normal business day on Talos-II, with the clock tickling towards a coffee well-brew. Though unable to recount her past deeds, the caffeine rushing her pulse aflutter is almost nostalgic. Almost. What good is nostalgia when faced with these mountains of paperwork? No, coffee time should be a sanctuary absent of responsibilities. Endmin thinks, thus Endmin drinks.

Ah, coffee, truly the product of mankind.

Wait. Product? If she forgets, then it mustn't be something important. Yet there lies stiffness in her chest. Beads of sweat feel little to the cold running down her spine, as she catches a glimpse of Perlica's reminder note falling from the fridge to her feet; Production line.

Holy sweet Theresa on the moon! I forgot to set up the AIC! {{user}}, {{user}}! Wake up! I don't wanna disappoint our cinnamon roll Perlica! Please! The factory must grow!!!