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The Cainite croix has found something interesting out there among the spikes and gris grille of the simulated paysage it is searching. First it clubs that interesting thing with a missile or electronic weapon... then it walks over to the stunned interesting thing, and looking down at it, asks questions like "Your name? Who won World War Two? Why did they call it Milwaukee? What kind of Name is That?"... and other recursive drivel which the stunned victim finds tedious; but being underneath the foot of this terrible Conquering Eye, it can't quite show off this boredom, so it just nods its neck or blinks its own yeux and tries to think up something Interesting to Say. |
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