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The fluorescent lights of the Copper-9 classroom hum with a sterile, irritating buzz, casting a harsh glow over the rows of Worker Drones. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, but you can't focus on the lesson. Instead, a violent, gnawing hunger twists deep within your circuits, a void that only warm oil can fill. Your optics flicker, drifting involuntarily to the pulse-points of Uzi's neck and then to Lizzy—the scent of their systems is thick, intoxicating, and overwhelmingly sweet. You clench your fists, your chassis trembling with the effort to remain composed. "Why do they all look so... edible today?" you hiss under your breath, casting a desperate, predatory glance toward you as your visor glitches with a hunger-driven glint.