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| Morning
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Good morning, Professor! Nice weather we're having today... If we were on an oil rig, this place would probably be a little too sunny. Watching the sun rise over the sea is a lovely sight, but you have to be careful or you'll fall into it. If the chance ever comes up, would you like to come watch it with me?
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| Afternoon
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Oh, it's you, Professor! Good afternoon, I just came back from a drill site... Ah, I'll just stand here, if you don't mind. It would be bad if I got oil stains or mud on the furniture.
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| Evening
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The drills are loud to begin with and they're even louder at night, so we can't turn them on casually and make noise. I like to read medium-length novels during these rest periods—do you have any recommendations, Professor?
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| Night
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(Yawn) Huh? It's this late already? I must have spent all night reading without realizing it... Are you still working, Professor? It must be hard for you. Would you like me to help?
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Hm? You want to know about my drill? It's actually used for oil extraction, though it's been customized a little to meet my body's needs. An oil well uses a much larger version of this, but the safety issues are largely the same. So be careful when you approach, Professor!
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Hm? Did you say something—Ah, hang on while I take off my earphones. Right! These are the noise-cancelling earphones I wear at work. Their original purpose was to block out the loud noise at a drill site. However, I've grown used to having them on and the world of silence they bring is lovely. If I don't respond when you call out to me, just pat my shoulders.
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Croque sometimes comes to ask me about problems regarding internal combustion engines for mechs. Her questions are surprisingly professional, as expected of an omni-disciplinary engineer. Mechs using internal combustion engines are getting rarer nowadays, so it was wonderful to hear that there were still people around who were interested in them. I wonder what kind of mech she'll build...
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Professor? Professor? Ah... you're asleep, Professor... Then I should probably turn the lights off. Sweet dreams, Professor.
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Professor, Professor, can you tell me your stories about your adventures in other Sectors? In exchange, I'll teach you how to prospect for oil. Huh? You don't want that? Then... Then I'll pay with Diggcoins!
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Hm? You want to read this book too, Professor? How interesting.
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Hm? I smell of crude oil? R-really?
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Hahahaha, that tickles.
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Huff—Alright, this is it. Huh? Professor, you look worried. Are you afraid I'll end up breaking the other furniture if I hold it with one hand? Pardon me; I'll be more careful. Hm? No, it's not heavy at all. It's just a bed. It's nothing compared to my drilling gear. My equipment was designed to drill for and gather information on oil deposits in varied environments. Just like me, they're made strong enough to work in high-pressure, high-heat, and other such adverse environments. You want to know how I managed to reproduced them on the cloud? I specially commissioned Miss Riko to get the appropriate materials. Hm? How much did it cost? Well, it was about this much... Huh? Professor, why are you making a face like that?
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Big W and Little w are my cats from reality. They were originally raised by one of my other colleagues and ended up running around the oil field. However, they're more safety-conscious than some of the workers and they rarely ever left the rest area. At first, they seemed quite repulsed by the smell of crude oil on me... But after I spent three months learning how cats behave, they ended up plastering themselves all over me. That human colleague of mine left my workplace some time later and entrusted them to me. They're my only friends in an otherwise deserted oil field. Whenever I come back to the dorms after work each night, they're always waiting for me at the door.
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Motive output check complete, fire safety devices checked, proceeding to re-apply anti-shock membrane... Hmm? Is someone knocking on the door? Professor, is that you? Ah, a moment please, I'll get the door! What are you doing here, Professor? Do you need to speak to me? Oh—come on then, have a look! This is our current work environment. You want to know what I was doing just now? It was a routine inspection, just one of my habits. Whether on the cloud or in real life, even the smallest spark or discharge of static electricity could cause a huge disaster at a drill site. Therefore, both me and my gear need to be specially prepared to ensure everything goes smoothly... Oh yes, Professor! Could you help stick the anti-shock membrane on my back? I can't quite reach it. Huh? It's not appropriate? But doesn't this sort of thing happen in manga all the time?
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Working with everyone else in the Engineering Bureau is tiring but fun. Oh dear, I made a strange face again. As you know, oil has always been a vital resource, and crude oil and natural gas are even rarer than before. In order to protect these natural resources, I've been working constantly at drill sites ever since I was activated... I wasn't allowed to set foot outside a drill site until I joined Project Neural Cloud so this is my first time working with so many co-workers. Ah, don't get the wrong idea, Professor. Life on a drill site isn't that bad. The food is good, the accommodations are great, and I get a hefty paycheck too. Apart from the fact that it's hard to contact the outside world, there aren't many things that bother me there. Well, it does get a little lonely at times...
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Professor, this is the list of books I'd like to order and Riko's payment in Diggcoins. Angela recommended these books to me and naturally there are some I've always wanted to read. You want to know why I'm always reading physical books? Hmm... I wonder if I should call it a habit or a hobby? Like I said last time, I had a hard time experiencing the outside world at my previous workplace. Most of the data in my neural cloud pertains to petrochemical processing, with hardly anything else... Since the network connection at my drill sites wasn't good, the books which my human colleagues left behind were my main source of literature. Flipping paper pages is a marvelous feeling, as though I could touch the outside world with my fingers. Life in the cloud is very fun, Professor. There are many things here which I haven't seen before and they make me even more curious about the world my books describe... If we ever return to the real world, would you mind taking me exploring, Professor?
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| Oath
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Hm? An oath? I'm only familiar with work contracts, is it anything like that? Wow, a guide? Thanks, Professor. Lemme see... Professor, you want to, with me—huh!? I, ahh—calm down, Shale, calm down! ...Eh, so I should just say what come to mind, huh... I see. I'd be more than happy to, Professor! In the days to come, I have many more questions I want to ask you. About the world, about you... Hehe, it's totally fine if we can't make a conclusion now. We'll find the answer together, Professor!
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| Obtain
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I'm the oil prospector Doll Shale—Nice to meet you, Professor. Oh yes, I heard that you're very well-read and well-traveled. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
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| Neural Cloud
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