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There was a piece of paper left on its bed. It was staying over at Mensah's farm for the holiday, and it just knew something like this was going to happen.
The note read 'This is not a gift! Second Mom said you don't like it, so this is not that!'
Turning it around, Murderbot saw a crude children's drawing of a frowning figure, surrounded by some little smudges. It was helpfully labeled as 'SecUnit.' And 'drones.'
It was pretty good. But what did it know about art? It was trying its best not to have an emotion over it.
