[Murderbot shuts the door behind itself after stepping in, and starts setting up. Media player on a table or dresser, playing a particularly calm episode of The Joy of Painting, with Bob Ross. Sketchbook set down for the moment. And then it sits down on the floor, and gently drapes the blanket (which smells like lavender and chamomile) around Max's shoulders. But it doesn't linger too close in his personal bubble.]
This sort of malfunction happens to me, sometimes. Or something substantially similar.
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[Murderbot shuts the door behind itself after stepping in, and starts setting up. Media player on a table or dresser, playing a particularly calm episode of The Joy of Painting, with Bob Ross. Sketchbook set down for the moment. And then it sits down on the floor, and gently drapes the blanket (which smells like lavender and chamomile) around Max's shoulders. But it doesn't linger too close in his personal bubble.]
This sort of malfunction happens to me, sometimes. Or something substantially similar.