[At the door, there’s a crate, glowing a faint green, the Corps insignia emblazoned on it. When touched it emits a quiet whirr, that of a scanner, the AI announces VERIFIED. GRAYSON, RICHARD., and promptly floats into the living room, where the glow vanishes. Inside, there’s rows of bottles with variously coloured liquids. Juices!]
[Attached is a note:]
Thought you might want to try some. If you find any you like, I'll make more. I've got a lot of the stuff.
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[Attached is a note:]
Thought you might want to try some. If you find any you like, I'll make more. I've got a lot of the stuff.
- GL 2814.4