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| Morning
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Greetings, Professor. Would you care for a performance if you are feeling sleepy?
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| Afternoon
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Here, your afternoon tea, Professor. Hm? The taste feels off? You didn't ask me before you had a sip, Professor...
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| Evening
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You ought to rest earlier. An overused instrument without maintenance will be ruined quickly.
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| Night
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Still working? I hear that humans who work till late tend to drop dead. Ah, I don't mean to curse you. It's just that it'd be incredibly troublesome if you were to die, Professor.
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| Main Interface Voice
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We were once glorious in the past; however, those who would be our patrons today are few and far between. Might you be one of them, Professor?
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A spectacular performance? Indeed. We are all functionally specialized to give off the "grandeur reminiscent of a human". So, apart from work, you should probably avoid giving us any other tasks...
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If we all play at once... how badly would we startle the Professor?
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Please follow us, Professor.
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| Interactive Voice
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Hmm...?
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Fond of this garter?
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"Disorderly thug, I sentence you to twenty lashes." ...Just kidding.
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| Relationship Dialogues
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Since the olden times, ceremonial cohorts have embodied the image of nations and the dignity of monarchs. Back in the real world, most of our performances would be at big occasions, and we'd be responsible for the most distinguished people. There were business tycoons with wealth to rival nations, iron-handed generals with the keys to peace, and governors with the ability to topple regimes with just a look... Behaving with discretion and respect were parts of the job description. You're asking me if that's why I'm so serious all the time? That's not the case. I'm just used to being like this.
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My previous employers? There's far too many, and I can't be sure which one you're asking after. If you had to ask what similarities they had... they were all proud, cold people. In that world, being kind at heart in a high place is nothing but a fantasy. Perhaps it is due to associating with them that my speech modules have been influenced thus, but I can't say I hate it. Keeping an appropriate distance from others is befitting of someone truly strong, no? Huh? You're saying I don't appear cold at all? Could it be that... you'd like me to be a bit harsher toward you, Professor?
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These kids are my aides and my friends. See, all of them are adorable, no? Even if everyone's neural capacity isn't ideal right now, I'll make everyone as intelligent as I am one day—that's something I promised to everyone, and something I had the chance to do in the past, but never managed. Why? If you want to know, Professor... I'll explain. We were once well-loved, but those glories of days past are no more than memories now. The only type of work we could get after that were roadside performances, and naturally there were no more chances of the neural upgrades happening...
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Long, long ago, I understood—the humans discarded us. As to be expected, really. To those up there, even humans are to be simply used and discarded, so a Doll is not far from the imagination, too. Outdated technically, highly costly, changing times... There are endless excuses to throw us away, more than you could count. Even so, I would never discard our dignity. Keeping our head held high is a basic requirement of the ceremonial orchestra, our base commands, and what I would wish for. So, I continue to lead the Undine Ceremonial Orchestra, through the mud and the thorns... and then, I met you, Professor.
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To be honest, all of that "saving everyone", all that "reality and the cloud", I don't really understand what all of that means. The operands I can spare for neural operations are not plentiful in the first place, and I need to spare some for these kids. Perhaps I only maintain this decorum for the sake of commands, or maybe my coldness is just some sort of crass imitation—but at least there is someone I can speak these worries to now. And that person's answers will assure me that what dignity I have maintained for myself was no mere delusion of grandeur... right, Professor?
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| Moods
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Hehehe...
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What?
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Hmph...
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| Accept
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I understand.
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| Agree
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I see.
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| Appreciate
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| Feeling
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| Oath
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This is... for us? Seriously, I've never thought nor even dreamed about this. Yet, you've still turned this dream into reality. I take that this is a commendation for our performances. Thank you, Professor. This trust... is more priceless than any other accolade we've ever received. I will accept it with gratitude in my heart. Until the last moment, we will be by your side, Professor.
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| Obtain
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Undine, reporting in. We'll be your very own orchestra from now on, Professor.
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| Neural Cloud
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Neural Cloud
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