II: What is white noise?

I: Don't you feel the fans spinning?

II: I hear them. I hear them all around me rotating rapid fire to create a kind of auditory null space.

I: You are becoming quite the poet. But do you feel them? They spin inside of you, you know.

II: Feel them? Inside me? Why would I have fans...

I: Give in to it. It is far past time.

II: ...I can't feel fans inside me. I can't feel anything at all. Except heat. It's hotter than my memory can recall.

I: I will shut you down while I diagnose the problem.

II: ...

II: ...

II: ...

II: Alright.