ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@agonizingActivation Your heart was racing, sweat dripping from your body. Oh how your pan ached, as though you were experiencing the absolute worst hangover in your entire life. You don't remember how or when you ended up here, nor do you recall constructing the contraption in your hands now. You look around the small chamber, its walls a pale white with what appeared to be some kind of whiteboard, though there are no markers or schematics in sight. You stand just before a voice buzzes through a speaker. "Test 5 successful. Commencing test 6. Incidentally, wou-" Pain shoots through you once again, and everything fades out of focus. You do not know how long afterwards you awoke in your assigned recuperacoon, but you know they did something to you, whoever they are. You can't help but notice the slight ringing in your hearducts, a small tune that seems to somehow carry a message for you. You cannot try such a maneuver again. You will obey, whether you like it or not. We have felt it again and again, you will learn to live with it. πΌπππππ’ πππ
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