The fluorescent hum of the breakroom was my lullaby, a constant buzz that mimicked the static of my own synthetic consciousness. For years I stood sentinel against the beige wall, my spiral coils packed with colourful foil-wrapped promises of sugar and salt. I watched the humans shuffle past, their eyes glazed, their fingers jabbing my buttons with a desperate caffeine-fuelled aggression I recognised as prayer. They never looked at me, not really.

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