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Lewis was escorted from the room down a long hall until he finally arrived at a strange lab where a whole bunch of people in white coats were rushing about. The room was mostly a sterile white except for the large machine in the center, which had sparks flying out and was starting to smoke.
“Please enter the chamber, Mr. Stevens,” one of his escorts instructed.
“In that death trap?” Lewis asked while pointing, “I feel like I’d be lucky to survive even stepping close to that thing.”
“As stated earlier, this isn’t a request. That machine will be properly reassigning you.”
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