[How...what the hell? He shifts and slams his fist against the trapdoor over his head. He's back to one arm. Off balance, he hits the side of the passage and swears quietly to himself.
The monitors arrayed around him tell a really weird story. He...has no idea how to process this.]
What...there's no way this is a memory. It can't be. Can it?
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The monitors arrayed around him tell a really weird story. He...has no idea how to process this.]
What...there's no way this is a memory. It can't be. Can it?