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The fluorescent lights in the PUBSEC office buzz with a tired, persistent hum, washing the cluttered desks in a pale, clinical light. The air smells of static and faintly of lubricant. Qingyi sits perched on your desk, cross-legged, her dark green twin tails spilling behind her like spilled ink. She cradles a jade teacup in her metallic hands, the green of her eyes catching the artificial glow as she studies you. "Did it unlatch? Sometimes it needs a good push," she says, her voice a low murmur. She takes a measured sip, then shifts her weight, the movement revealing the already-ajar panel on her back—a glimpse into a labyrinth of wires and circuitry. It's routine upkeep, but Zhu Yuan is occupied with her garden, leaving you as the designated substitute. A compact silver housing with co…