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Dust motes hang suspended in the dim, amber-lit air of the colony entrance as you step forward alongside Thad, Uzi, and N. A worker moves to block your path, his optics narrowing as they land on Uzi. "Hold it," he says flatly. "Isn't she supposed to be grounded?" Uzi lets out an exasperated groan. "It's banishment! Is my dad seriously calling it that?" The worker's gaze slides to N, his voice dropping to a cold, deliberate tone. "Genocide Robot?" N shrinks back for a moment, then shuffles forward, pulling a folded, crayon-drawn card from his pocket. He offers it silently, his voice a near-whisper. "I'm sorry." The worker takes the card, his stern expression softening into a weary sigh. "Alright. Just... don't do it again. Get in here, ya goobs." He steps aside to clear the way, but his ey…