Thank you for participating. This is how your colleagues voted:
[ A set of bar graphs appears, displaying how... Firo's colleagues, allegedly, weighed in on matters with titles like "Inferior companions" and "Eternity among the stars". Halfway down, it dissolves into blocks and bars of pixels, with the rest of the screen real estate reserved for:
BE QUIET THE PROXY LISTENS
Firo has about ten seconds to contemplate this chestnut before the monitor goes black and the door behind him gives an assenting two-tone bip. The switch is now yellow. Good job, bud.
When pressed, the door rises to reveal that he’s on an upper floor of... something. Broken machinery and filthy floors are visible through the grating under his feet. Ventilators whirr and turbines churn, but the most prominent noise is agonized choking and gagging.
The silhouette at the end of the railed corridor doesn’t seem to have arms, or even a discrete neck and head. Just spindly legs and a twitching, bloated trunk, with only the suggestion of shoulders. It almost looks like when a cartoon character is comically foiled by having an upturned vase dropped on them, but when it's still, you can see the torso writhing, as if bound.
They walk in slow, laborious steps, body listing forward and backward under the weight of their massive upper half. ]
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Thank you for participating. This is how your colleagues voted:
[ A set of bar graphs appears, displaying how... Firo's colleagues, allegedly, weighed in on matters with titles like "Inferior companions" and "Eternity among the stars". Halfway down, it dissolves into blocks and bars of pixels, with the rest of the screen real estate reserved for:
THE PROXY LISTENS
Firo has about ten seconds to contemplate this chestnut before the monitor goes black and the door behind him gives an assenting two-tone bip. The switch is now yellow. Good job, bud.
When pressed, the door rises to reveal that he’s on an upper floor of... something. Broken machinery and filthy floors are visible through the grating under his feet. Ventilators whirr and turbines churn, but the most prominent noise is agonized choking and gagging.
The silhouette at the end of the railed corridor doesn’t seem to have arms, or even a discrete neck and head. Just spindly legs and a twitching, bloated trunk, with only the suggestion of shoulders. It almost looks like when a cartoon character is comically foiled by having an upturned vase dropped on them, but when it's still, you can see the torso writhing, as if bound.
They walk in slow, laborious steps, body listing forward and backward under the weight of their massive upper half. ]