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The pad does not cast you immediately onward. Instead the familiar metallic sting is replaced by a cold stillness, as though you have stepped into the pause between two thoughts. Around you hangs a corridor of pale stone and dark glass, lit by no visible source.

Four faint traces move through the walls like veins of lightning seen from a great depth. Whatever joined the shards did not begin as a human machine, even if human hands later imitated it.

• Follow the dim corridor ahead
• Step toward the reflection that resembles the laboratory
• Retreat to the control iris on the satellite