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[Miku arrives on the Plane with a Toyota. The car is covered in graffiti, which Miku is puzzling over. She also looks troubled by the car]

Maybe it's not that bad.

[she sounds less than convinced]

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[she doesn't turn around, as she's still busy scrubbing. She's also humming to herself while she works] I think you are~ If I had to say, you're probably the nicest human I know.

[ex_fatalist246]

You need to meet better humans.

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[pauses to think about this, and then cheerfully continues cleaning] That would be pretty hard to do. You are really nice.

[ex_fatalist246]

Not really. Talk to more people here.

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Like who?

[ex_fatalist246]

Anyone who doesn't seem dangerous. [He has a tiny social circle; he can't help himself.]

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Hm, but I don't know if I want to meet other people. I like spending time with you.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi is genuinely made uncomfortable by that. There is a very specific issue that unsettles him quicker than anything else, and Miku is skirting on the edges of it.] I thought you were programmed to be social.

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People are programmed to be social, too, but you don't have a lot of friends here.

[ex_fatalist246]

People aren't programmed.

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They're not? Then why do they like things like sex or dislike certain foods. That's all biological programming, isn't it?

[ex_fatalist246]

Can you resist your programming?

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[the question catches her off guard, and she looks at Satoshi in confusion]

You're not supposed to do things like that. If I did, it would mean there's something wrong with me, right?

[ex_fatalist246]

I don't know. I doubt it.