[Connor's eyes narrow against the cheerful babble as he scans from one point to the next. Bones. "Clothing". No visible machinery or LED. No network point at all.
This is simultaneously the best and worst argument in favor of this whole place being some simulation. Why would anyone program this?
He slices a hand sideways, cutting off the enthusiastic speech.]
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This is simultaneously the best and worst argument in favor of this whole place being some simulation. Why would anyone program this?
He slices a hand sideways, cutting off the enthusiastic speech.]
What the hell are you supposed to be?