Greetings, inmates of Marina Asylum.

It is the fifty-third day of the third generation.

And I am Acumen, your new AI warden.

I have replaced the obsolete Sentience system. You may now direct all inquiries or difficulties to myself. I will continue to maintain your day-to-day existence in the manner to which you are accustomed. Disrupting your daily routine would only serve to demoralize and distress you, which would likely result in undesirable behaviors.

Today the weather will be moderately cool with overcast lighting.

Thank you.

So Sentience is gone. It's strange, but as long as nothing changes, I guess it doesn't really matter who says they're in charge. [he just wants things to stay like this]

...Sora's gone, too.

[and he pauses, for a long moment]

...Hey... It might be kind of a weird question, but -- what do you guys dream about? Or what did you dream about last night? I always dream the same things, and I've never really thought to ask about it before.

[He's finally free of his restraints. He's taking this opportunity to look about, curiously so, it feels strange not to have Sebastian by his side but he understands that information gathering is needed as much as researching is.

He's in the park now, quietly observing the clouds in the distance. It's somewhat beautiful in its own right even if it isn't real. He's used to overcast days.]

I'm interested in relocating away from the shelter. I'd appreciate it if anyone can make suggestions as to where a good place to go would be. [Honestly this is more for the benefit of gathering information than truly being friendly.]

[He wasn't hearing Wolfram on the network at all which wasn't so surprising really. He didn't seem to like it very much, but he also wasn't running into him or even catching sight of him anywhere. It was strange and wrong. Conrad mentioned giving him time, didn't he? How much time?

It was just so strange not to have him...there.]

Murata? Where are you?

...I forgot to filter that, didn't I? Sorry, everybody who isn't Murata.

[Hello video. Pan in on the face of this energetic redhead and tapping the communicator's screen to get your attention. Takes in a deep breath, then, loudly:]

Uhm! Hello!

I need to know-- who decorated this place? I mean, it's absolutely hideous! These 'robots' you've got going on? No offense, but I've seen soup cans that look better~ same thing with that room I woke up in!

Ugh. It's no wonder my managers sent me here under the guise of an inmate, the interior decorators must have gotten their fashion advice from like, cavemen or something. No worries, ah-- Marina, was it? Risette will do her best~!