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[When the video clicks on, those watching will be greeted with a rather odd sight. It's that intimidating-looking talking robot dog that's been running around, with his nose (figuratively) buried in a book, the cover reading "Psychology". He's scanning the pages carefully, occasionally flipping to the next page with the small, three-fingered manipulator that served as his "tongue". At first it seems that he's unaware that the video is on, until he speaks.]

I have recently enrolled in the college here in the city, and find myself requiring assistance. While my potential intellect is significantly larger than a human, my actual experiences and education are severely lacking. I have enrolled in courses covering human psychology, advanced mathematics, and chemical science, and require those familiar with these topics to...quiz me on the early chapters of the required textbook.

[Then, he looks up, knowing that eye contact is important when addressing people.]

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.

[The welcome centre had, indeed, been welcoming. Which was a pretty good thing, considering Adrien had bust in very confused and very worried. Plagg was more exhausted than Adrien had ever seen him, and it took a lot of convincing that Hawk Moth hadn't just straight up kidnapped him. But he'd been calmed and informed. He still wasn't exactly happy. He needed to be back home. With Ladybug. They were not supposed to be apart. Still. For now, he decided to play along. Not much else he could do.

So a fifteen year old boy will appear on the feed, offering a polite smile and a small wave.]

Um. Hello. I'm Adrien. I'm new here... obviously. I'm still trying to get used to the whole turtle thing. I mean. This is a whole lot different to Paris. Less honeymooners, that's for sure.

[He gives a small, nervous laugh. He has no idea what he's doing. For the first time in his life, he's free without the mask. There's no staff waiting to whisk him away to whatever his father had planned for him that day. There's no schedule. He has to do this on his own and it's as terrifying as it is liberating.]

I guess I need to find a place to live? Does anyone have any idea where the best place to be is? I would be very grateful.

[He startles, as if something has kicked him in the ribs, which; hidden under his shirt, has absolutely happened.]

OW!- I mean oh!. And cheese. Is there a good place for cheese here? Thank you.

[And now he's gonna be the Weird Cheese Kid, thanks Plagg. Thanks a lot.]

[There was still a faint glow emitting from Aya's palm as she activated the console, alternating her attention between the strange symbols being read off a holographic screen and the public she had chosen to address. Her construct brows were slightly furrowed, indicating concern, even though her voice was as soft and audibly clam as ever.]

I have been hearing words of some sort of...illness? [Though she did not seem convinced by the word choice] ...that is allegedly spreading throughout the city. Again.

[She had yet to forget those spores that had gotten even her sick some time back.]

Though both external and internal scans of my systems have yet to find evidence of an infection, I am nevertheless concerned for those who may be susceptible to its influence. If you are exhibiting symptoms of any kind, I would be most interested in finding out what those are so that I may add them to my ongoing database of knowledge.

[There is a...dog? on your screen? He looks vaguely canine, at least, though the glowing red eyes and angular, mechanical features are a dead giveaway that he's not your average dog. He looks to be sitting somewhere in the city, most likely off the beaten path a bit, so as to avoid the gaze of the locals. The joys of a built-in codec.]

I find myself...curious, about the collar around my neck. Preliminary analysis suggests that it is an ordinary gemstone, however I have been informed that this item contains my "soul", and that I should not remove it.

[A pause, as he parses his thoughts on the subject at hand.]

As I am an artificial intelligence in a robotic exoskeleton, I do not have the required knowledge to determine the presence of a "soul" in my body. perhaps there are others more knowledgeable on the subject than I, who might inform me on how this is possible.

I'll admit, you've got one interesting place here.

[The voice belongs to a young woman, and sounds to be in her early to mid-twenties. A bit tired perhaps, but whatever stress she feels is being carefully restrained as she begins her plea for information - with an introduction naturally.] As practiced as that orientation is at the Welcome Center, I take it everyone is rather used to newcomers. So, hi. Name's Abigail, and I'm from a city called San Fransokyo.

[There's a pause that follows, but the hesitation is shaken off as she proceeds to her point.]

Just walking into the city in the first place showed me a lot. And keeping an open mind, the whole Great Turtle is begging a lot of questions, but I have one thing I would like to confirm.

For lack of a better way to say it, did time really stop back where we came from? Has anyone been able to verify it somehow? I ask because I transitioned here at a really...inopportune moment.

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