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The fluorescent lights of the Copper-9 classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of worker drones. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you sit, trying to focus on the lesson, but a gnawing hunger twists in your circuits. Your optics drift to Uzi's neck, then Lizzy's—the scent of warm oil thick in your sensors. You clench your hands, trembling. "Why are they all looking so... edible today?" you mutter, glancing at you with a desperate, predatory glint.