Slightly sullen, Tanya bit at the corner of one of the crepes in front of her and resisted the urge to rub her sore eyes. They didn't taste exactly like the ones she'd had weekly back in the Francois Republic, but they were remarkably close. She supposed it was a mark of dedication to authenticity on the part of the establishment's owners.

"Enjoying your new job?" he asked, licking a finger clean of the chocolate-filling of his own crepe. He'd ordered the same thing as her this time, and he seemed to be enjoying it more than Tanya was.

She hummed noncommittally. "I haven't technically started yet," she replied, "Though I'll be sure to tell you within the week. I start tomorrow." She took another bite of her crepe. It soothed some of the bitterness she felt.

"You… don't seem so happy about it," Ichigo said cautiously. Tanya sighed, mentally debating if she should tell him what was really making something as delectable as a chocolate crepe nearly unpalatable.

"At the behest of my instructor from the Fighting Dojo," she began slowly, "I scheduled a meeting with a therapist."

As she had expected, Ichigo's eyes widened, and Tanya had to clamp down on her annoyance at him. She'd already had to tell Angela when she'd arrived back at her apartment following the aforementioned meeting, and that woman had reacted with the same pity present on Ichigo's bearded face. She wasn't looking forward to her lesson in a few hours, when she'd have to tell her teacher the same thing and receive yet more pity.

"It didn't go particularly well," she continued. They sat there in silence, her nibbling at her crepe and Ichigo silently staring down at his own unfinished food.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

Tanya frowned slightly. She did, but Ichigo was one of her few social connections outside of work. She owed him the smallest amount of information, to signal that she placed some trust in him because of that connection.

He would not get any more than the smallest amount of information, however.

"I talked about my life," she began again. Most of what she'd talked to the therapist about had been warpings of the truth, to get across the general situation she'd been in without saying anything that might compromise the lies she'd already built up.

She didn't care whether they'd taken some oath not to leak personal information, or that if he did she could sue him; she wasn't sharing the truth.

"He believed I probably had a stress disorder of some kind," she concluded. She wouldn't tell Ichigo about how he had been able to tell she wasn't telling him everything, or about how the therapist had suggested she set up follow up meetings so they could continue to 'work through' her problems, or his desire to address her reluctance to tell him everything, or how she clearly didn't feel particularly bad about the things she'd done that she wouldn't talk about, or-

"Do you want to talk-"

"No."

Her answer was immediate and uncompromising, and they sat in silence for a few moments. Tanya sighed as she finished off the crepe and sipped her coffee. She was keeping the phone number and contact details, just in case things somehow got… worse, but she had no intention of going back anytime soon.

Removing or mitigating the stress disorder… was a different matter. There wasn't exactly a way for her to easily remedy the root cause of her stress, seeing as Being X or Arceus could barge in and ruin her life at any moment.

"Well, besides your job and the dojo, have you been doing anything else? You went on about wanting to pick up a lot of skills last time we ate here," he said.

Tanya allowed herself a small smile in thanks for the change in subject. "I would like to, but I've been cramming to make sure that nothing goes wrong during work. I've nearly memorized the rules for proper behavior, and-"

She cut herself off.

Tanya was a proud workaholic. No one who knew her from her first or second lives would have argued against it, and constantly striving to be the very best – the best student, the best salaryman, the best human resources manager, the best soldier, the best commander – was something she took pride in. How else was she supposed to achieve the best possible life for herself otherwise?

Her third life, however, had been somewhat… different. Yes, she'd been very poor at the beginning of her second life, but she'd had very little ability to do much about that situation until she'd discovered her magical potential, at which point she'd immediately taken steps towards improving her life, and things had taken a decisive turn for the better.

Here, she'd spent every waking minute of close to six months doing very, very little that wasn't work, work-adjacent, or studying or training in preparation for the inevitable uprooting of her life by forces outside of her influence.

Tanya licked her lips. "Perhaps," she allowed, reluctantly returning to the previous subject, "I am feeling the slightest bit… stressed."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Really? Aren't you a workaholic?" He teased, some small humor in his tone.

She shrugged, not returning his . "Of course. Even still, I've been pushing myself for… quite a while."

The humor in his gaze dwindled. "Wait, really? Didn't you watch videos before you went to bed, though? I remember Hazama always complaining about it."

"Yes, but I was watching or reading in pursuit of understanding, not to relax," she replied.

It went beyond documentaries about history or explanations about the physical, chemical, and economic mechanics of the industrial revolution. Some of the media she consumed was nearly identical to what she remembered and acted as a refresher to what she knew. The Lord of the Rings here was broadly similar to what she remembered from her own life in terms of plot, but there had been changes in things like the visuals, including the less cartoonish substitution of Pokemon in place of animals like horses and more cartoonish substitution of Pokemon in place of the races besides humanity.

"Have you even taken a walk without considering the cardio benefits?" he asked rhetorically. Tanya scoffed. "Of course not."

He stared at her, his eyes wide open, until he broke his gaze by shaking his head. "You are built different," he muttered under his breath. She rolled her eyes in response and shot back. "I am enjoying it all, to some degree," she claimed.

"Really?" he mused.

"Yes."

He continued to stare, and, when her gaze remained unbroken, Ichigo threw his hands up in the air. "I can't even imagine doing that much work, much less enjoying it."

"Can you imagine doing any work?" she shot back.

He frowned at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes mingling with the concern of his knitted brow. Then, a truly malicious smirk broke out. "Tanya," he said, "promise me you'll take some time to just do nothing, or at least something that doesn't have to do with your research or bettering your position. When was the last time you even did that?"

She studiously ignored his question and focused instead on his request. Do nothing?

She almost wants to scoff. Doing nothing with the proverbial Sword of Damocles hanging over her head? If she so much as tried to do nothing, allowed her mind even a moment to wander and begin contemplating her lack of control and reflect on her past in an attempt to chart a path forwards into the future and kept looking back wondering if she'd made the right decisions and if she would make more mistakes or Being X would ruin things again and again and if she'd ever even left the battlefield and escaped being shot and bombed and ordered attacked and-

She blinked, forcefully wrenching her mind back to the present with a violent shake of her head. "What about you?" she asked, her tone becoming a touch more serious. "Have you found somewhere to live yet?"

He looked away from her. "Well, I don't have a job-"

"And have you looked for a job yet?"

He muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but Tanya just shook her head. How was it that she'd become acquaintances with someone so intent on not achieving anything again?

Oh, right. He'd refused to be pushed away by her attempts to ignore him and had endured weeks of such attempts until she'd finally broken.

She blinked, and then began to grin. Ichigo leaned away from her as she leaned forward, resting her chin on two arms propped up by the table. "Ichigo," she said, "promise me you'll spend some time working on getting a job, or at least doing something that involves finally getting out of the shelter. When was the last time you even did that?" Her tone had started as falsely serious, but the question at the end made it clear that she was mocking him for-

"Fine. I'll promise if you promise," he said, and Tanya's train of thought went tumbling into the ether. "You'll actually work with the Autumna Homeless Authority?" she asked, incredulous. "You'll get training and life advice?"

For all her pestering that he should be working on getting his life in order and stop relying on the kindness of the state, and all of his white lies and outright falsehoods about how he was just waiting for the right 'vibe' or 'state of mind,' he had never, not once, promised to do it. Ichigo claimed he was a man of his word.

"If you promise to finally relax a little, sure," he replied flippantly. Tanya frowned.

"I suppose," she said after a long moment of consideration, "that my coworkers might start asking questions or even spreading rumors if they see me talking with a vagrant on the regular, in which case I would be obligated to ensure my talking to you wouldn't cause any problems."

"Hey! I am a hobo-"

"There's no distinction," she asserted.

A moment of silence. "Well?" he asked.

She sighed. "Fine. I'll take some time to relax."

He nodded. "Good. Any ideas on what you'll do?"

For a moment, she was at a loss. What could she do that was relaxing?

When was the last time she'd taken some time to relax?

Ichigo's grin became sharklike. "Well, if you don't have any ideas, might I suggest watching a few battles?" he asked.

Tanya groaned and rolled her eyes. "I'm not-"

"And I didn't say 'become a trainer.' All I said was watch a few. JSports and TBN are my choice, but-"

"I am unwilling to indulge a blood sport-"

"Tanya, come on," he said, frustration, patronization, and humor mingling in his words, "nothing that bad gets aired on TV. At the very least, Nurse Joys will be on standby if it's live. Besides," he interjected before she could get another word in edgewise, "you said that you consider 'Pokemon stuff' a waste of time, right?"

She nodded once, hesitantly, and he nodded confidently back. "Right! A waste of time sounds like exactly the sort of thing that makes for a good way to relax and destress."

That… was not exactly something Tanya could refute out of hand. "Whatever," she conceded, "but I have other stuff I can do."

"Such as?" he asked the moment she finished her assertion. She gave it a few moments of thought, and she found that the ideas that first sprang to mind would all also count as research.

The best idea she could think of was regular, human sports. She cleared her throat. "Enough about me," she said, swiftly moving forward. "We're going over what your plan with the Homeless Authority will be."

Ichigo's triumphant grin morphed into a frown. "Well, I'll get around to it. We don't have to-"

"Then I suppose I'll get around to relaxing. Eventually."

His eyes narrowed. "Fine. Within the week."

"Excellent! Now, first thing is first, let's get the legwork out of the way so that when you do meet with them, they can help you immediately."

It wasn't exactly relaxing, but Tanya found herself enjoying turning her acquaintance's stormy look into a pained expression as she drilled into the minutiae of what he could do and then what he would do.

-OxOxO-

Tanya couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as the train sped from stop to stop, inching closer and closer to where she had once gotten off to work, each station improving steadily in quality, and then continued onwards, towards her new job.

The view outside had long since shifted from dilapidated buildings to newer ones, but now the landscape of newer apartments shifted into one of larger and larger buildings. Corporate headquarters of business after business, hundreds upon hundreds of people walking around, shopping, working, driving; all were marching towards the future.

Tanya grinned as she looked out. Truly, the fruits of a prosperous society were sweet.

The train slowed, she pushed her way out, and the sun streamed through the station as Tanya began making her way towards the exit and her new career.

As Tanya retraced the steps towards the Silph Company Headquarters that she'd taken a week ago, her eyes were drawn towards two things.

The first was towards the advertisements.

Atop buildings and hanging off of them, giant screens radiantly shone, made all the brighter by the dreary February weather. Products and services of all kinds were displayed, more diverse and varied than any dim recollection her memory could provide. Appetizingly presented dishes and ingredients from around the world available at a local supermarket, blaring announcements for upcoming Pokemon competitions, skimpily clad women for some gacha game, stark, no-nonsense displays reminding people of the need for an accountant with the upcoming tax season, homey illustrations of bedrooms, sleek, neon lettering touting the continued usefulness of various kinds of AI; they clammored for the attention of her and thousands of others, and truly were a demonstration of consumerism and the free market in action.

The second place her gaze was inevitably drawn towards was the Pokemon.

They came in all shapes and sizes and colors. Most walked along the street, not even given a second glance, be they bipedal or four-legged, tall or short, big or small. Others floated, flew, or swam through the air, either close to the sidewalk amongst the other pedestrians or above it. She could see gaggles of bird Pokemon sitting on rooftops and the billboards, and a troop of monkey-like creatures swinging from building to building. In the alleyways she passed, odd-looking cats and rats and dogs that had to be Pokemon lounged or spared or ate the leftovers the passersby gave them. In the occasional park, present even this deep into the heart of Autumna, trainers battled against each other or the wild Pokemon that called the islands of forest in the sea of human infrastructure. High above them all, above the highrises and skyscrapers, she could see yet more Pokemon flying through the air, ferrying their trainers and passengers around or flitting free of any burden.

Tanya couldn't help but smile at how much more energized this part of Autumna felt compared to the corner of the Current Ward she called home. It would be-

Tanya blinked and her smile grew. Right, now that she had a salary and would be making close to the median wage, she could find somewhere new to live! She didn't exactly mind commuting, but she would be lying if she were forced to say that she preferred the cramped conditions of the Japanese metro in comparison to her experience with trains in her second life.

She would also be lying if she said that she preferred her current cramped quarters compared to somewhere whose floor plan could be measured in more than two digits.

It did not take much more walking for Tanya to reach her destination. She stared up at the tall building.

Over fifty floors of concrete, steel, and glass jutted into the sky like a knife. It looked, to her eyes, like just about any skyscraper she might have seen back home, but apparently the building had been around a decade before the turn of the century without any major visual updates, meaning that people here thought of its exterior as rustic at best and outdated at worst, from what she'd been told by the guide for the former workers of CCTS.

The reason prospective hires had been told something negative about the company so bluntly was that it was supposed to be getting an upgrade sometime this year.

She stared up at it for a moment longer. The giant words at its zenith that were almost too small to make out, and the smaller words and the logo of the company sitting just about the entrance. Looking back down and donning a smile of anticipation, Tanya made her way inside. As she passed through the glass doors and into the expansive ground floor, decked in warm woods along the walls and linoleum flooring. She whipped out her phone and pressed the button flashing there and immediately clocked in, as it had been with her last job.

Screens about the size of movie posters were standing about the ground floor, separated by a few meters and each displaying important announcements that Tanya was sure were already in the app she'd downloaded as part of her onboarding.

She looked back down at her phone. It said that her supervisor-

Almost before she could comprehend the name that flashed on her screen, a voice calling her name jovially demanded her attention. She looked up to see the man the name belonged to. "Mr. Chateti?" she asked, mildly surprised.

The man nodded, beaming. "Indeed! Not expecting to see me?"

Tanya shrugged somewhat sheepishly. "Not exactly. I'd thought they would have, uh, broken us up more, as it were."

He nodded absentmindedly. "They say that that's probably what will happen once they get done with their latest project, but for now, they want output, which means keeping people who can work comfortably and efficiently together."

Tanya nodded back, and the man looked around at the ground floor as she just had. "Can you believe it? I can hardly comprehend how quickly everything happened," he said, trailing off at the end as he stared at the screens and the trickle of people coming in from outside. Tanya shook her head in response.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to her. "Knowing you, I'm sure you've already done the onboarding?" he asked. Tanya nodded sharply and displayed her phone, a picture of her digital Employee ID card displayed on it. "Yes, sir. I went through the modules about general rules and behavior, both on and offline, read and signed the NDA, and read through the company values and the Pokemon policy," she rattled off.

He nodded and began telling her about the work as they headed towards the elevators. Before he could get into it, however, one of the digital posters caught his eye. Tanya also glanced at what had garnered his attention.

The Q1 5068 raffle is NOW OPEN! Enter for the chance to win a variety of prizes, including a BRAND NEW, TOP-OF-THE-LINE PORYGON!

Between the text at the top and bottom of the image being displayed was what Tanya assumed was a Porygon. The image cycled, the artistic rendition replaced by a page that looked like the vanishingly few she'd seen in her Pokedex app.

It looked like a geometric, abstract 3D model that might, charitably, be referred to as a bird, but only by someone who had spent as much of their life as possible avoiding any and all knowledge of birds. Its feet and tail, if the shapes attached to the side and back of the body of the Pokemon were feet and a tail, were blue, as was the front of the body piece and the things beak. The other portions of its body were red, while two simplistic white eyes were arranged on the sides of its face.

"Porygon?" she asked aloud. Mr. Chateti nodded. "I know, right? Back… well, no, not even back in my day," he began, laughing to himself as he flashed his digital ID in front of a scanner next to the elevator. Tanya did the same.

"Back in my grandparents day," he continued, "those things were a miracle, and the only way to get one was to be connected to Silph…" he grimaced. "Of course, that meant Team Rocket handed them out at the Game Corner, back when that was around too…"

He shook his head. "Bah, don't listen to me, kid. I'm sure you know way more than I do. Anyway, are you going to enter?" he asked. Tanya grimaced, and the man began apologizing. "Right, sorry-"

"Don't be," Tanya said. "It's fine. And, um, I don't, really," she said as the elevator began to slow. It picked up more passengers and then sped back upwards. "Know more than you, I mean. What did it mean when it said they were top-of-the-line?" she asked. Her real question was why he thought a Pokemon would be a miracle, but she was guessing that the fact that Silph had somehow been the only way to get them and the inclusion of that descriptor meant they were somehow… artificial, or perhaps endangered.

He nodded. "Well, it's a Porygon, so I'm sure that when they say it's a top-of-the-line Porygon, it'll have the latest and greatest tech and software that the Silph can cram into it."

Tanya blinked and then nodded as they came to their floor and got off. Before he got to work showing her around, she made a mental note to enter the competition. The likelihood of her actually winning it was incredibly small considering it was a company-wide raffle, but a guard dog – or guard bird-thing, as the case was – for a phone or a server sounded like something that could be sold for a bit of quick cash…

As long as such an action didn't go against the rules of her NDA… she shrugged to herself as they walked through one of the doors on the floor, labeled 'Silph Company Translations, Team 4.' Hopefully, if she won and didn't want it, they'd give her a bonus instead.

-OxOxO-

Tanya came back to her apartment block positively electrified.

Getting back into a larger company… it reminded her of her first life. Seeing office after office, looking out of a floor to ceiling glass window at the Autumna skyline; she found an unfamiliar ache for her first life that she hadn't really felt before.

She was sure that it meant that her earlier fears about not finding her work entirely fulfilling had been completely unfounded.

Other parts that were less familiar to her experiences with an office – a more open office plan that lacked the rows upon rows of cubicle after cubicle from her first life, the collaborative nature of their work, the amount of personalization that was being allotted to them – also reminded her of her second life and the camaraderie she'd shared with the 203rd.

Not all of it had been quite so nice. Most of the people she recognized were welcome faces, but nervous looks she'd been sent by Hideyoshi and Jamal were reminders of the answer they'd weaseled out of her about her lack of interest in Pokemon.

Tanya pushed through the door to the apartment… and immediately felt her enthusiasm quenched. Right.

The Bug.

"Enjoy your first day of the new job, Tanya?"

"Like you wouldn't believe, Angela."

As she did most days, Tanya stalked towards the door with the broom in it. Because of how often she'd had to use the thing to beat that Weedle and the damage it had accumulated, she'd paid to replace the old wooden broom with an aluminum broom with an adjustable grip. The janitor had thanked her one of the few times they'd crossed paths, but Tanya had waved the thanks off.

Replacing the thing had been chiefly within her own interest.

Once again, Tanya leaned against the door, listening closely. There wasn't a single sound coming from inside, but her opponent had been keeping much more quiet the last week and a half. Three days ago, it had been hiding behind the pipes of the small sink in her kitchenette and she'd been convinced it hadn't been there until it had leapt out half an hour after she'd gotten home. Two days ago, it hadn't been there at all, and yesterday, it had been hiding on the back of her door.

Tanya looked down at her phone, turning on her laptop remotely and looking through its camera. The Weedle wasn't in view, which was a deviation from its usual behavior. She'd learned, after nearly a month and a half of fighting the damn thing, that if it wasn't actively rooting through her trash can when she came back, it preferred to attack the door as soon as it opened from somewhere – the ceiling, the bed, the floor.

Her laptop could see most of her room. It had a view of her tiny shower and toilet in one corner of the room, a view of her kitchen in the other corner, and was at the corner of her room with her door and her spare clothing hanging on the wall.

That limited the places it could be hiding by at least half, if it was hiding at all. It could be on top of her bed, prepared to strike as soon as she opened the door, or it could have gotten into her cupboards or under her desk.

At the very least, she knew it wasn't inside her refrigerator or freezer, because her fridge had come with a useful and surprisingly complex lock to keep Pokemon out of it.

Her plan of attack forming, Tanya slowly inserted her key into the lock. Instead of unlocking the door, she waited thirty seconds and, when the interior of the room remained silent, she pressed another button on her phone.

WOOOPWOOOPWOOOPWOOOP

A siren sound was blaring from her computer now. Quick as lightning, Tanya slipped her phone into a pocket, twisted her keys in the lock, and burst through the door, her weapon already swinging through the air towards her bed and desk, her eyes scanning for her opponent.

"There you are!"

Her broom arced through the air towards the Pokemon that had fallen to the floor beneath her desk. She slammed it into the wall and backed away for a moment, wary of the Weedle's attacks.

It continued to writhe, the loud siren continued to blare, and Tanya began to smirk as she swept the Weedle towards the door-

Only for it to spring up, its beady eyes narrowing as it grabbed onto her broom and began climbing up towards her.

Tanya just raised an eyebrow and then, before it could climb any farther, she flung the broom out of her open door. Before the insect could react, Tanya rushed forward and slammed her door shut, noting with satisfaction the thump of something slamming into the closed door.

Clicking the pause button on the video open on her computer, Tanya dusted her hands off. "Another job well done," she mused aloud. "Perhaps I should get an actual security camera?" She sighed happily-

Her content grin faded into a scowl. She had enjoyed that.

She'd enjoyed fighting that Pokemon.

Her mind drifted over the past two days as she drifted into her seat at her desk, and to the promise she'd made to Ichigo. She'd promised to relax and do something to relax, that had little to nothing to do with bettering herself or improving her position.

There wasn't a lot she could actually do that fit that criteria. Any media or information that she consumed either would help her with her job or might be relevant to whatever world Being X decided to throw her into next. Taking a walk or other physical activity would contribute to her effort to improve physically. She could theoretically just stare up at the ceiling of her room, but that would just inevitably turn into her planning for the future.

Which left…

Tanya's scowl deepened.

The morals of Tanya's first world said that baiting animals to fight was wrong, and the same was happening in her second world as technology advanced, society progressed, and such things were classified as being cruel.

This world was different. Through the conditions and history of this world, consensus across the world had been reached, and that consensus endorsed pitting animals against each other. A hundreds of trillion-yen industry had been built around the practice. Furthermore, she recalled Arceus saying that Pokemon enjoyed fighting… not that she was about to take what a deity said at face value, regardless of their magnanimity.

But… she didn't really care about the morality of it, did she? Morals were just the unwritten rules that society had agreed to, and while she found the cruelty being inflicted on animals through the actions of people to produce a spectacle a wasteful use of time and energy, this place didn't.

Tanya sighed as she leaned back in her chair. She knew she was being pedantic. If she didn't want to relax and just keep working, a promise to Ichigo was a small thing to discard. She could just lie and say she had watched something, hadn't enjoyed it, and then move on. Or do something else to relax and play dumb when Ichigo tried to argue she wasn't just doing a different kind of work…

On the other hand… would her steadfast refusal to engage with Pokemon continue to have a small but noticeable effect on her professional career? Most of her coworkers already found it strange that she refused any kind of compromise whatsoever, and Jamal and Hideyoshi had become much more professional after what she'd told them. As she moved up in the world, would that small effect grow larger?

Sure, being discriminated against for such a belief was not on the cards, but would she not qualify to take up positions higher in the Silph Company due to a lack of knowledge about Pokemon?

Would she allow herself to miss opportunities to more deeply contribute to one of the largest industries on this planet and reap the rewards of such contributions, in exchange for an idle hour or two of watching videos?

She sat back up in her chair and looked at her computer. If there was a possibility of her career being negatively impacted by her decision to hold onto the morality of a past world, then it would be the height of foolishness to cling to them. After all, if Being X sent her to yet another world, she'd likely have to discard portions of the notions of morality she had previously been bound by anyway.

She sighed, her fingers dancing over the keyboard. She'd already spent a month and a half smacking the shit out of a foot-long worm, and not even she could honestly deny that watching that match between Bruce Lee and that Machoke had been, in a word, cool.

Regardless of how little it might help her in her next life, she would engage with them in this one as much as was necessary to continue moving up in the world.

She grimaced. Ichigo was probably going to hold this over her head for a while…

Her grimace deepened. Hideyoshi was never going to let this go, was he?

Well, she'd put it off for a little while, then. She would 'treat herself' at the end of her workweek and relax on Friday. In the meantime, she had more employee handbooks to memorize.

-OxOxO-

- 1704: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! SENSOR CONTACT! CONTACTING MISSION ACI. PLEASE WAIT…

- 1706: 'WatchedDog' CONTACTED. SENDING INFORMATION…

- 1706: MAIN ULTRA ENERGY SENSORS ON ALL ALOLA AND AETHER ISLANDS HAVE DETECTED SPIKE SIMILAR TO INCIDENT 23.7.5067. CONTACTING TKUB STATION 'Siberia.' CONTACTING TKUB STATION 'Tibet.' CONTACTING TKUB STATION 'Australia.' SENDING INFORMATION…

- 1707: INFORMATION SENT. AWAITING ANALYSIS.

- 1707: ANALYSIS RECEIVED. 'WatchedDog' CONCLUSION: ULTRA ENERGY READINGS ARE SPIKING IN 'Kanto,' WITH RATE OF GROWTH A 99.97% MATCH TO PREVIOUS EMERGENCE OF UB ENTITIES.

- 1708: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! SENSOR CONTACT!

-OxOxO-

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