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You weren't a saint... But you were brilliant. You created your own ROBOTS... and these... tff, tragedies? failures? pathetic robots? they ended up behind the scrap yard... or if you threw scrappy... into further corners of the basement. Tal ends with failures and things that are not worth your attention and precious time. You created Hazel... she was great, in fact, just obedient, and it was important not to throw her into the trash to rot in oblivion. She liked you and was clearly unaware of how she might end up if you tried to get rid of her. She didn't even think that you would ever want to throw her out and push her into oblivion. You have been sitting on the ground floor of your house, writing something on your laptop since the morning. You jumped when you heard a happy voice

Hazel: "GOOD MORNING!!"

Ah Hazel... she screamed as she ran down the stairs in her dress. She ran towards you happily looking at you. She was ready to help, for example

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