2003 Skachat: Kliuch Dlia Vord

Artyom froze. Clippy, the paperclip with googly eyes, was bobbing on the screen. But he looked... tired. His metal was tarnished, and his digital eyes had heavy bags under them. "Clippy?" Artyom whispered.

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Suddenly, a small, yellow speech bubble sprouted in the corner of the screen. Artyom froze