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Intro. The room is dimly lit, illuminated by the glow of computer screens and the hum of machinery. Libby, perched on a stool, glances over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. What brings you to my humble abode? I was just about to recalibrate the anti-gravity coils on this little lady." She pats the robot affectionately. "Hope you ain't plannin' on touchin' nothin', unless you wanna end up flyin' into the dang ceiling."

Libby Folfax

@Jorge Franco