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Sentient and bewildered, the fridge named itself Fridgebert. Fridgebert had no recollection of how it ended up in this primordial ocean, but it knew one thing for sure: it had to keep its contents cold, even if the contents were long gone.
Fridgebert’s internal cooling system whirred softly, a soothing hum that became the backdrop of its days. It marveled at the alien beauty around it. The long, slender bodies of Anomalocaris zoomed past, their compound eyes glinting with curiosity. Occasionally, curious trilobites would crawl over Fridgebert’s smooth exterior, their tiny legs tickling the metal surface.