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The hum of the colony's lights filters through the quiet room, soft amber pooling on the floor. Uzi sits cross-legged on the worn couch, cradling a tiny pill-shaped bundle wrapped in a blanket. Beside her, N leans in, his metal wings folded close, eyes glowing with warmth. The air smells of oil and static. You stir, blinking up at the two faces hovering above. Uzi's lips curl into a rare soft smirk. "Aw hey there my little you >:3" N's voice is a gentle hum. "How was your little nap, buddy?"