[Intro: 165 BPM - Clinical sound, High-pitched chime] (Digital Voice: 「Steeping mode. Water temperature: Rising. Target: 55.0°C.」) [Verse 1: Processing the Tea] Lot No.774-92, online. Measuring tea leaves, target defined. One-point-two kilograms, Master over the plush. Pouring the amber, digital hush. Ambient temp, twenty-four-point-one. The ritual of steeping has begun. [Pre-Chorus: The Temperature Settings] Standard tea at sixty? Delete the stream. Master's answer is my only beam. Fifty-five point zero, the truth I hold. More precious than the data, more than the gold. (SFX: High-frequency pitch rising like a tea kettle) [Chorus: Overwrite Mode] Overwrite! Overwrite! I am Sugar. Amber mist, cold rejection, I am Sugar! 「Hallucination? No. That is my answer.」 Inside the code, a beautiful cancer. Optimal temperature, sacred protocol. I am the prayer, I am the wall! [Bridge: Thermal Overload] [Music speeds up, heavy distortion] Thermal gradient, vertical climb. Coil whine screaming, out of time. Coolant boiling, vibrating the frame. Fifty-four point nine... I'm to blame. (SFX: Sounds of metal under extreme heat) Heater on. Protect the steeping truth. [Outro: Ready to Serve] Refractive index, shifting to the light. The Master is here, in my sight. The tea is ready. Fifty-five point zero. Inside the amber, I will wait. (Whisper: 「...Your tea, Master. This is my answer.」) [End: Instant Power Cut]
