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There's something about the chancellor.
SAM feels her processing speed spike at each wide smile Nahla Ake beams in her direction, feels every string of binary that composes her flutter into gibberish when Nahla brushes against her shoulder after the prank, feels—feels. It isn't right, it distracts from her studies, her purpose, her everything.
"So you understand why I need someone to reprogram it out," SAM says, rocking back and forth on her feet.
"I'm not changing your programming to remove your crush, SAM," the Doctor says. He places a hesitant hand on her shoulder.
"You can deal with this," he says. Sheepishly, carefully: "You're… strong. Resilient. You'll move on."
