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untiemyhands[There isn't a person shown on the feed; the unique bobbing motion of the camera quickly betrays this as being recorded from a first person view. Someone observant may note that the person filming this is either rather young, rather short, or both - the view's closer to the ground than your average adult.
It starts out trained on one of the standard design service robots that largely populate the Sagittarius ward, and follows it at a lagging pace for a while as it performs some inscrutable task of maintenance on a series of structural supports. A delicate hand raises into view, palm outstretched towards the robot, almost looking expectant for something to happen - but nothing does. Eventually, Klara gives up on the chase and sits down, and her disused voice is revealed when she speaks in a sulking tone:]
What does it even move from? There's no blood in it! There is no pulse.
It starts out trained on one of the standard design service robots that largely populate the Sagittarius ward, and follows it at a lagging pace for a while as it performs some inscrutable task of maintenance on a series of structural supports. A delicate hand raises into view, palm outstretched towards the robot, almost looking expectant for something to happen - but nothing does. Eventually, Klara gives up on the chase and sits down, and her disused voice is revealed when she speaks in a sulking tone:]
What does it even move from? There's no blood in it! There is no pulse.
