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"So, I finally found those Calcite rats. They won't get me alive," – that was the first thought, immediately replaced by new audio input.
Carefully examining the stranger – so this is what a dream team of artificial meat enthusiasts looks like? – he glances in the desired direction.
He takes out a photograph, compares it, and shakes his head:
"It doesn't match. The face can be easily stolen, but not the mannerisms," – he shows the man – the pose in the photo, taken in the theologians' hall, clearly doesn't match the current robotic one, in which she stands waiting for something.