[ His non-mechanical arm reaches over to scoop up the can. He doesn't open it, though, just holds it in his hand and lifts it as if testing the weight. A slight, satisfied smile spreads across his lips. ] I miss the bottles, you know? Heavier.
[ ...The bottles that Coca-Cola started phasing out in the 1950s, yeah. What. ]
Tomorrow, then. [ He taps the table with one knuckle and takes his data pad, headed for the exit. ]
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[ ...The bottles that Coca-Cola started phasing out in the 1950s, yeah. What. ]
Tomorrow, then. [ He taps the table with one knuckle and takes his data pad, headed for the exit. ]