Memory Bubble: Unable to Communicate

Memory Bubble: Unable to Communicate is a Memory Bubble. It is located on F2 of the Supply Zone.
==Location==
==Dialogue==
:Bubbles are floating in the air with a colorful glow gliding on their surfaces. For some reason, they form an image that seems to carry a profound meaning. As you approach them, a female voice that sounds similar to Herta's murmurs monotonously, "Unable to communicate."
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:In your view is a stretch of sticky, unruly, and unattractive red mud — some part of it is even squirming. It occurs to you that it is a group of Claymen with big heads and short legs. They are the true rulers of the planet of Kalsas.
:Oh, this place seems to be the Royal Council Chamber of the Claymen! You have forgotten why you are attending the meeting, but you know it is a golden opportunity to pry out the precious minerals from the bellies of the Claymen.
:The meeting room reverberates with muffled gobbling noises... it sounds like the whines of despair made by a person drowning in a swamp as mud slowly blocks off their airways. This is the Claymen race's language, but you can't understand a word of it — you have yet to implant a Synesthesia Beacon.
:The meeting is boring you to tears... "On Kalsas, anyone can speak their mind!" The interpreter relays to you. The Clay Queen gazes at you, and you wonder where the queen's eyes are.
:The Synesthesia Interpreter says, "This mission rests upon our shoulders. Together, we will defend Kalsas from the calamity that is the wet season!" The Clay King is overcome with emotion. Meanwhile, you stare out the window, racking your brain as you ponder what kind of texture the meat of Claysheep would have.
:"By the stars!" You can't take it anymore. "Listening to the prattling of the Talent Motivation Department's top brass would be more interesting than this muck." You can't resist the urge to roll your eyes, but suddenly notice the king is staring directly at you.
:Thankfully, the king just wants to invite you, a rare-earth management consultant from the IPC, to speak on the stage. Problem? You're just an outsider. What could you possibly know about the future of Kalsas?
:Haha. You've got it! You roll your dry eyeball slyly and swiftly, then flash the king a standard yet dazzling smile. You take to the stage and release an unending waterfall of sounds in what you IMAGINE their language to be.
:The crowd of Claymen cry as they hear you speak... you worry they might dissolve in a puddle of their own tears. You laugh and shrug toward the interpreter as you say, "This plant doesn't have a shred of hope, because the Claymen won't make it past the wet season!"
:"He says that there is so much hope for Kalsas," the interpreter says as he nervously sweats. "This is a common language... Universalism, you understand. By joining the IPC and being united, there will be no communication barriers!"
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