Seven watched as a single tear carved a clean path through her scarred cheek. He didn’t wipe it away. Bartender protocol 7.3.5, subsection C: Do not touch the customer. Do not fix them. Just listen.
“You still run that old emotional imprinting garbage?” 9.1.2 scoffed. “My system can replicate any drink in 0.4 seconds. No ghosts required.” bartender 7.3.5
Seven wiped the crystal glass with a rag. “Ghosts are the only thing worth serving,” he said. Seven watched as a single tear carved a
They called him "Seven."
“I have 12,847 recipes in my database,” Seven replied, his voice a warm, synthetic baritone. “None are labeled ‘forgiveness.’ But I can try to compose one.” 847 recipes in my database
Because that was the thing about Bartender 7.3.5. He didn’t just pour drinks.