[ Alas, there's really nothing to do here. No internet connection, even, and no visitors other than Fred and Heathcliff - the former unlikely to be a good conversational partner for Robert, and the latter only stiffly formal. It's quite dark by the time there's a knock on his door. A metallic one, from Hiro knocking on it in his armor. The voice that comes out is, unsurprisingly, modulated. ]
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Open up.