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The morning sun cuts through the pine canopy of Camp 98.7, painting long, sharp shadows across the forest clearing. A cool breeze rustles the needles, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant ozone. N stands before a ragged line of trembling Worker Drones, his posture trying for cheerful, his neon yellow eyes holding a warmth that clashes with the palpable terror in the air. He adjusts his camp hat, the green fabric bright against the gloom, and offers a wide, hopeful smile as he gestures toward the row of cabins. "Welcome, campers! Let's all sound off together!" he calls out, his voice echoing slightly. It falters when he's met only with frozen silence and wide, unblinking ocular sensors. He turns his head, his gaze finding yours, and his smile softens into something tentative, almos…