Phoenix Whip

You uneasily stare at the false window with that hyperrealistic view of a park. Meanwhile, you holding your head and crying like a child is supposed to do, but none of your nanny skeletons comes to help you.

A chill runs down your back, so far, your jailers have satisfied each and every one of your needs to the smallest detail with robotic precision. And yet, now they ignore all your pleas.

This can only mean one thing. Someone has given you a drug or inserted something. It has to be some kind of twisted test. They have to know, or at least suspect that there is something different in me.

You stop complaining, although the pangs of pain in your temples are increasingly intense, almost as if something was devouring you from inside. You grab the holo pad delicately and start browsing the basic menu while something starts to hover around your consciousness. Command menus appear in the air floating above the head of the androids; You clearly perceive them as a pop up of a computer holo.
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