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The trouble started at the beginning of Lax, the fourth and mildest season of Cornucopia's six, when Urz stepped out to stretch their creaky joints. Their olfactory sensors sang to them of the renewal in the air, the tree's were ripe with fruit, and the solar paths were keeping them comfortably topped off, even as they left the neighborhood grid. They'd just sat down at their favorite little refreshment shop, when the network pinged them with an update on their incoming shipment. In that moment they were grateful that they'd ordered a coolant refresher, else their fans would whir with the secret knowledge of what awaited them back at home. They unscrewed the coolant bulb as nonchalantly as they could muster, leaving it on the de-ionizing rack before exiting their beloved shop. The order could wait, the update read that it wouldn't arrive until later, after a lot of conscious processing and deliberate self updating, they wouldn't let this one event shunt itself to the top of their…

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