[Apollo's blushing harder the longer she stares at him, to the point that he's seriously considering making up an excuse to run off. It's too bad that there's pretty much no places to hide on a stretch of beach like this.]

Er, y-yes. Yes, I have.

[She'd better not need more evidence than that, because Apollo is even more unwilling to discuss his love life. Or hook-up life, as the case may be. It doesn't help that he just seems to be drawn to the most embarrassing people, entirely on accident.]

Not only is it real, it's the reason we have hot water and enough food to eat. Filling in A5 squares is the only thing the robots seem to respond to when we ask for resources.