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Snow Water
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"I was just sitting down to lunch, you see." he continues, "You really must join me!"
"I'm not particularly hungry."
"Ah, then you'll have to forgive me for eating while we talk. I'm starving!" the man ushers me through several rooms until we reach a decorated room with a table full of food. He shoos the other humans away before offering me a chair and sitting down. "That's one good thing about living in a simulation, though - can eat all I want, and I never get any fatter. You sure you'd rather not take off that mask and have a bite? Or a smoke, perhaps?"
"I have a condition," I reply uncertainly, "I'd really rather keep it on."
"I see, I see." he's silent for a while as he eats and I sit uncomfortably. I can't help but think about the other Finders, and wonder why I wasn't affected. "So," he says after a few seconds, "I'm told you tracked Sam all the way here at his mother's request? Quite an impressive feat! Please, tell me more about what you do!"
"I act as a sort of, er- human Finder. It's kind of, er, my job."
"Fascinating. You know - we could always use a man like you to help out against the bots. Us humans have to stick together, eh?" he smiles in a way that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "So what do you say, Michael?" he leans forward over his plate, staring at me expectantly.
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