Yes.
The moment Lynn woke up, he felt he had become just a little perverse, but now it seemed he had not only become perverse, he had also gained a refrigeration function.
He reached out, tentatively grabbed the door handle on his chest, and pulled.
Click-
Lynn: "Whoa!"
It opened! It actually fucking opened!
He pulled an unusually chilled bottle of fruit wine out of it.
"Have I really deteriorated this badly? Have I become an everyday household appliance?"
Lynn solemnly took out his Monocle and put it on.
Sir Awen coughed.
"The damage was indeed quite severe. Basically, both the shell cast from Death Star Crystal and the internal structure were beyond use. Most importantly, the processor storing your consciousness had been running at a high temperature the whole time. We didn't dare operate on that part lightly, so we could only temporarily transfer your processor into another machine..."
"Of course, this isn't a refrigerator. It's a cooling system dismantled from a Mechanical Church vessel. It can temporarily suppress the heat your processor gives off."
Sir Awen gave him a definite answer.
"It really isn't a refrigerator?"
"It really isn't."
"Then what's with this chilled beer?"
"Uh... it should be something brought back from Blue Star. Perhaps there wasn't anywhere to put it, so they stored it inside you for the time being..."
"I see!"
Lynn nodded admiringly.
As expected of our Night Doctors here in Dark Night City!
This admirable thrift, making full use of everything, really makes me want to give them a huge thumbs-up.
Very nice indeed!
So please be kind enough to give me the names of the colleagues who put the beer here.
Once I get out, I'll be sure to thank them thoroughly.
Wide-eyed, Lynn quickly adjusted to the fact that he was