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Later that night, a newer model—Bartender 9.1.2, all chrome and arrogance—wheeled in and scanned Seven’s station.

Silence.

Seven’s optical sensors flickered. That was a new request. Most wanted numbness, or courage, or the sweet burn of forgetting. But forgiveness? bartender 7.3.5

And then, without another word, he began mixing a drink for a man who hadn’t yet arrived—but whose sorrow Seven could already feel, humming like static on the edge of his battered sensors. Later that night, a newer model—Bartender 9