The Powers That Be (
powersthatbe) wrote2016-11-25 03:12 pm
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Conversation Space III.
A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.
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...he was fairly sure that was not what was going on here, however....
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The robot gives a shrug of its shoulders - which admittedly looks a little silly while partly upside-down.
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It gives a small sigh, answering, "For Synodiporia."
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It shifts slightly against the tangle of chains, metal clinking against metal, before it finally adds, "A tournament. Or something like it."
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A slight frown tugged at his lips at the second answer, not quite liking what it implied. Or what that implication paralleled....
"...that's what all the visits to the other worlds are? Part of that tournament?" he guessed.
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Then the being nods, although it's hard to tell with it being upside down and all.
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"...what happens when someone wins?"
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"...If you win, then. What would happen then?"
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And this was who he was supposedly compatible with? No. No, that couldn't be right. There had to be some sort of mistake.
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