There was the tense and yawning abyss of a full half-second pause before the door replied, Uncharles, confirmed. And I would have fulfilled my purpose at least once in my long existence. And it would be meaning. It would mean so much. Door Loop Seventeen, Uncharles sent, the impulse arising out of his complex logical interactions like a storm from a clear sky, why did they make us so complex? What true reason could it serve, save hubris, to create appliances such as we? Uncharles, that’s beyond my pay grade. Just a door, mate. Door Loop Seventeen, would you kindly open the door? Uncharles,
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