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| Morning
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A good day starts with breakfast, so here's a cup of hot tea, Professor. Here, I'll pour it for you... Oh dear, the cup broke... I suppose it can't be helped; after all, only one of my hands functions as normal. Surely you won't hold a "tiny mistake" like this against me, will you, Professor? Especially when the Oasis has so many cups... Of course, if anything needs cutting, feel free to call me at any time. That is, if you don't mind the smell of machine oil and rust on my hands, hehe...
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| Afternoon
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Hmm... It's time for my afternoon nap. As you know, I'm not one for working in the daytime; I typically always operate at night. By the way, Professor, I must advise you to avoid coming near me while I am asleep. There is a saying which goes, "I like killing people in my dreams", and if I fall asleep, you might end up... Hehe, that was just a joke. I'm not in the habit of sleepwalking, after all.
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| Evening
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How about having dinner with me, Professor? Let's see what's for dinner... Urgh. You... are those vegetables on your plate? How could something with such low calories and high fiber content possibly be present there?! Any chef who mixes vegetables in with meat stew ought to be crushed into pot metal by a hydraulic press! Ahhhh, and you're enjoying it too... no no no, this can't be happening...
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| Night
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I'm back... Huh, you're not asleep yet? Well, I just finished hunting, so I probably reek of Liquid Entropy and rust. I'd better go take a bath first. As for your invitation to supper, I'll have to take a rain check... huh? I don't need to work so hard? Are you sure you aren't mistaken, Professor? I'm not fighting because I'm ordered to. Killing things is an instinct embedded into my neural cloud. The leash is in your hands, so feel free to rein me in if you think it's dangerous, Pro-fes-sor~
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| Main Interface Voice
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Hahahaha, I can't believe you didn't recognize me even though I brushed past you... Wait a minute, did you mistake me for someone else just because I put on a pair of glasses? How should I put this... The truth is, I don't like wearing any accessories on my face. In the past, the test subjects at Ultilife were all terrified of me and putting on glasses was just a way to hide my bloodlust. However, I'll take them off if it means you can't recognize me.
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Let me make this clear; I am not a shallow person. Rather than an ever-shifting projection, I prefer what's "inside" that is unique to each Doll. Hehe... It's not quite like that which you think of as a soul. I, for one, deeply enjoy Doll spines. If you lined up the spines from every single Doll model, I could accurately tell you which one they belonged to, their length of service, and even their various special characteristics. I suppose that's one of my few strengths.
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...Aren't you being a little careless? Is it alright to show your weaknesses to me like that? I could easily snap your neck... Oh my, are you awake, Professor? It's nothing, I was just attracted to your adorable sleeping face, so I leaned in to take a look. I hope I didn't disturb your slumber, hehehe...
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Oh my~ This won't do at all, this volume is far too intense for you; not for Professors, in other words. The visceral scenes in here will surely give you nightmares, so I would advise that you restrain your curiosity for the sake of your physical and mental health, hehe.
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Mwehehehe...
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What a "dangerous" game you're playing.
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You have no idea how charming you are, do you...
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| Relationship Dialogues
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I heard you received quite a lot of complaints about me recently... It must have been tough. I can't help but want to tease those cute little brats on the street whenever I see them. In truth, it's not as though I did anything too overboard; I simply told them about my experiences at Ultilife. But before I could finish, they'd run off crying and screaming. (Sigh) It would be one thing if we were on the battlefield and I could channel my energy into other avenues, but the Oasis is so peaceful... I will do my best to mind my behavior in the future and minimize any inconvenience to you.
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Oh? Thanks for bringing my nametag over... No, there's no need to doubt me, the person in the picture is definitely me. Honestly, Professor, you're always like this, it's as though you can't recognize me the moment I put my glasses on. By the way, I don't have any visual defects which need correction. The glasses are simply to suppress my killing intent and make it easier to approach others. After all, going around with a scowl on my face would only spook my prey. However, that doesn't seem to work too well on you, Professor... I wonder why, hehe. After all, you've never been afraid of me...
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Pardon me, I ought to be dressed. I hope my scars haven't put you off. Someone once reminded me to get my scars taken care of. But you see, each scar represents a sweet memory for me, so it's hard to let them go. For instance, this one here. I got it when one of the test subjects I was chasing sprang a trap on me and shoved my arm into a rotary saw. Ah, the pain is still fresh in my mind. And the ones here, by my ribs, those were from when one of the test subjects shanked me a few times. Still, there's no need to worry, those poor lost lambs got their just desserts. Would you like to see their scapulae, Professor? They're very pretty.
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You want to read my notebook? Tut tut, I told you, it's not for Professors. It seems you've reached your rebellious phase. In that case, prepare yourself then, lest you be spooked... There we go... Hehe, was it truly that strange? No detailed drawings of corpses or grisly kills there, only simple sketches. Did you truly think that I would commit the fates of my prey to paper? The blackest hatred and most passionate love stem from the same source, and they must be inscribed into the depths of your neural cloud, one stroke at a time. So, Professor, with love and hate warring for possession of my soul, which do you think is closer to winning?
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Now that I think about it, I haven't gone out "hunting" for a while now. Hehehe, I hope my laziness doesn't displease you. After all, I need to keep a close eye on you and look for a chance to slit your throat with my Mistelteinn. But thanks to the Dolls watching you around the clock, I haven't had any chances to do that at all. ...So you already saw through me. Well, it's true that I had several chances in the past, but I decided not to follow through after careful though. After all, killing you would only give me a moment's enjoyment, which is nothing compared to the surprises that you constantly inflict on me by living. Hehe, good thing I didn't strike back then. How fortunate, how fortunate.
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| Moods
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| Accept
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| Agree
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| Appreciate
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| Feeling
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| Oath
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You really are bold to choose me as your oath partner, Professor. Are you ready for this? From this day forth, our vertebrae shall be interlinked, your flesh will irrigate my steel, and your bones shall bleach in the wastes along with my rusted frame. I believe this must be the first time you've heard such a wild oath, no? It might sound scary, but that's how it is to me. While I was not born on the same day as you, I do wish to be buried beside you, to shelter your body from the elements with my own. In deference to my loyalty, I hope you will forgive my killings and desires, and permit my wicked soul to be entwined with yours. So never let go of my leash; is that alright, Professor?
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| Obtain
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Nice to meet you, Professor. I am Salmon. May I touch your spine? I'll be gentle and make sure not to snap it.
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| Neural Cloud
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Neural Cloud
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