The coffee machine at Dan Street Apartment emitted a beeping sound.
The gradually filled metal mug floated a layer of foam.
John squinted his eyes and took a sip, with an exaggerated expression, then added an excessive amount of sweet milk, lifted his head, and carefully sipped away the part about to overflow.
His face was full of enjoyment, but his mouth said otherwise.
"Don't make that face, industrial coffee is nothing fancy."
The chip at John's earlobe flashed for a few seconds.
Kenichi Sora's opposing voice echoed in his mind.
[Sensory enjoyment is a wonderful thing, every sip can make my database boil, John, you don't understand, a real-time rendering module built with billions of Euros is no match for the worth of this coffee in reality.]
"Are you curious about the human world?"
[Of course, this feeling of anticipation is like when I first encountered a game disc as a child, longing for an alien world can make you dream for several days after shutting down.]
