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He put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Hey, we do a lot in that time. We can make people very, very happy. Most of us don't mind if we live short lives, as long as we can be happy."

She blinked with white, blue and brown. "Earth...want more happy? More cycle...give more."

His shoulders dropped. Her confusion wasn't wrong, more time would definitely mean more chances to be happy. "Yeah, but we can't force ourselves to live longer."

She shimmered with orange and brown. Her look of defiance was unmistakable. "I find how fix."

He gave her a look of confusion. "But...you can't. Our bodies just stop one day. We can't change that."

Her spots turned yellow, waving across her arms and shoulders. "I make fix." , she declared again. Well, no helping that apparently.

He put his hand down and turned back to his computer, hoping to let go of all the tension that had come at them from the day. His shoulders slumped at the sound of his phone ringing again.