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|Morning... What's with that look on your face? Is it so weird to see me at this time?
|My sugar supply just can't keep up once afternoon comes around. It feels awful.
|Is it nighttime already? Time to prepare for another all-nighter.
|Ah, the late-night radio show is on. I wonder what today's episode will be about.
|Main Interface Voice
|Me? Well, you could describe me as a "clinical test subject Doll", the kind humans use for experiments... Oi, why are you looking at me that way? Are you pitying me?
|Clinical trial Dolls have a keener sense of pain than normal Dolls, and my bodily simulation functions allow me to more keenly understand... Uwah, I got so serious that I grossed myself out.
|Hey, heeey—What's with you? Did you pass out from hypoglycemia or something?
|I heard the Oasis' stores has a new batch of lollipops in stock, so I was planning to buy some... There might be some new flavors among them. Are you really not going to come with me?
|What the heck are you doing... I don't mind you talking to me, but no violence.
|Hm, you're interested in my bandages? ...You're a weirdo.
|My body's really fragile, so be gentle with me—Here, have a lollipop. Now stop making a fuss.
|Resorting to crude violence is a very crass way of dealing with problems that only unsophisticated primitives use. Case in point, those Sanctifiers who love using violence to solve problems. Aren't they all low-ranked? Arcadia went to a lot of trouble to get rid of them at first—by non-violent means, of course. These mechanical arms? How could such sophisticated and civilized weapons be considered violent? Advanced Dolls ought to use advanced weapons to put an end to violence, no?
|"A clinical test subject Doll"... You might find that term unfamiliar, but that's because I wasn't allowed to even show my face to the public. Simply put, my body can simulate a host of human physiological response to just about any kind of disease or drug to provide data for medical experiments. This is my duty and also my destiny. At first, I wondered if I could change it, but... Later on, I heard that some people criticized Ultilife in the name of "humanitarian concerns" and got several clinical trials halted... But if I no longer have the ability to complete my mission, then what do I have left?
|Hah? You want to know if those clinical trials "hurt"? What a stupid question. I get dosed with several dozen drugs each day, and not even the researchers know what kind of effect they would have on me. It would be a miracle if I DIDN'T respond to them. Turn on my pain inhibitors? Yeah, right. As if I would have such a function. If I could just turn those on, there wouldn't be any point in performing those experiments, right? Ahhh, don't look at me like that. To me, it was just like how you stamp documents every day. In other words, it's all in a day's work. There's no question of whether or not I can take it. That said, violence outside the workplace is strictly forbidden—I don't have that kind of fetish, and I don't want to gain any pointless wounds.
|Professor, you're so busy everyday that I bet you can't imagine what it's like to be idle, right? If you ask me, it's way harder to bear than pain. I once left the Ultilife labs, but in the end, I had no choice but to go back of my own accord. I mean, I was created to undergo clinical trials, and I had no strengths besides that... I mean, wouldn't rejecting my sense of pain be the same as rejecting my own existence? —Well, that's what I thought in the past. But recently, I've found that talking to you is quite relaxing too. Why is that...
|I've seen all kinds of people before. Some wanted me to sacrifice everything for them, but they didn't give me a single thing in return for it. Others sacrificed everything for me, but I was powerless to repay them. But Professor... you're different from them. When I'm with you, I can feel just how valuable my own existence is. —Ack, getting all serious like that made me want to hurl. Okay, this lollipop's for you. Don't ask about it anymore. Finish your sugar resupply and then begin the day's work, Professor.
|W-What did you say? Are you serious? —Wait! I never said I didn't want this... While it DID come as a surprise, it's not like it bothers me or anything. What I meant to say was, I didn't expect that you'd feel this way about me... Er, that's not it. Argh, my brain's not working properly. I need a sugar top-up... Ahem. Anyway, get ready to devote everything you've got, and that goes for me as well! This has to be the most embarrassing thing I've ever said... You know what this means, right?
|Lind reporting. It's nice to meet you... What, did I scare you?
|Did I get stronger?
|This is my mission.
|Max Neural Expansion
|Sugar intake at max. Now I'm feeling more lively.
|Time to punish the use of violence.
|Pharmaceutical check complete. Ready for battle.
|Gross, just disappear already.
|It splashed all over me... Ewwwww, let's go back already.
|My restrictors seem to have gotten a little looser...
|Did my sacrifice... mean something?
|Sure, I can do it, but asking me for overtime is violence.
|I kind of want to attend the Christmas dance, but I probably shouldn't when I'm in this outfit, right... I think I'll just stay in the dorm; after all, there's no better night for staying up than this one. Hehe, if only the sun would never rise again.
|My Halloween costume? I don't need one, right? I mean, I probably look scary enough when I'm like this. It feels like I could go straight to a ghost house and scare people in this getup. Ah, I mean those hospital-themed ones, of course.
|Ah... It's the new year again. For me, I haven't had any good memories of my previous new years. But this year... Well, it's not bad having you by my side. Here, it's a fireworks-pattern lollipop that just came out. Want to try it?
|Tonight's late-night radio show is a Tanabata special episode. Do you want to listen to it with me? Ah, but if you try to get handsy with me, this needle is going right up your ass.
|Here, it's a bar of glucose chocolate for you! I'm sure you'll like it the way I do—No, you don't have to overthink it. It's just a thank-you gift because you work so hard all the time. Judging by the way you look, I'm pretty sure you don't have a proper glucose intake.
|Happy birthday, Professor. I once heard this on the late-night show, "Just by existing, you make other people happy..." Well, something like that! In any case, I hope you'll always be in good health and stay far away from medicines and needles... Um, except my needles, of course.