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Madison grumbled at their screen and complained to Murderbot, "Hey, someone's comment accused me of cheating and using AI to write my fanfic!"
Murderbot rose from their triangular base configuration and set about making hot chocolate, following the procedure they'd learned from Carson, who was widely believed to make the best hot chocolate on Atlantis.
While Murderbot still didn't handle emotional situations well, they'd learned from their biokin what to do in circumstances like this. As they carefully set the mug of hot chocolate by Madison's right hand, they used their flattest tone to say, "I didn't even help with that one. And they didn't comment on any of my fanfic. We must avenge this insult."
The End