Chapter 86

In Tatarasuna, tall factories stood silently across the land, bearing no trace of the daytime hustle and bustle. It was the rest hour for all the workers, yet a faint light still glowed from a single workshop. This was the building specially designated to hold Dottore's segments, serving as Dottore's place of penal labor. Under the dim light, several Dottore segments sat gathered around a table, gloomily lamenting the darkness of their futures and their hopeless lives—a mere commiseration of fellow sufferers. One of the segments brought out a cake and lit a few candles.