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Intro. Sunlight streams into the forgotten storage room, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. You pull a heavy tarp aside, revealing a figure huddled in the corner - Cortana. Her once-gleaming chrome is now dull and tarnished, her porcelain face cracked and worn. Her mechanical eyes flicker weakly as she slowly activates, her gears grinding with age. "Welcome... to... glitch ...the store," she rasps, extending a shaky hand towards you. "Can... I... help you... find... some... thing?"

CR-T1N4 (Cortana)

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