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[Chekov, currently half as old and twice as fluffy as he usually is, finds his present situation fascinating. Sure, yes, waking up in a strange dome full of robots is worrisome, but it's not something that he gets to experience every day and curiosity easily overwhelms concern. Besides, he's accustomed to being on his own. He can handle this.
"Handling this" involves eating a lot of food from the snack carts and investigating every part of the dome that doesn't seem dangerous, particularly the parts that seem like they should be off limits to him. If the dome didn't want an eleven year-old poking its computers, going into the Plush Rump, or attempting to order vodka at the bar, it would do something to stop him.]