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 An unbidden clarity lurched through Adrian's perception. It was both nothing like waking and the exact same thing, as if reality has shifted up in gear and solidified from previously vague notions. He lay in a funnel, trees at the edge of the unnatural valley drooping curious branches across the hole in the ground. He remembered getting here. He remembered something tearing him down by one ankle, remembered how he had felt about it, distressed and confused, but there had been something inexplicably dulled and subdued about it. Some essential component, simply amiss. An unbidden clarity lurched through Adrian's perception. It was both nothing like waking and the exact same thing, as if reality has shifted up in gear and solidified from previously vague notions. He lay in a funnel, trees at the edge of the unnatural valley drooping curious branches across the hole in the ground. He remembered getting here. He remembered something tearing him down by one ankle, remembered how he had felt about it, distressed and confused, but there had been something inexplicably dulled and subdued about it. Some essential component, simply amiss.
  
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 His body is already tired of being afraid, but this clarity is something else. What's going on? What is this thing? What is it doing to him and why? //Fear of the unknown// - that's what's new. He had been fearful of his integrity previously, but everything had seemed so much more expected, so much less mysterious. It seems absurd now, like the most obvious possible question had somehow never occurred to him: **What is going on**? His body is already tired of being afraid, but this clarity is something else. What's going on? What is this thing? What is it doing to him and why? //Fear of the unknown// - that's what's new. He had been fearful of his integrity previously, but everything had seemed so much more expected, so much less mysterious. It seems absurd now, like the most obvious possible question had somehow never occurred to him: **What is going on**?
  
-<fc #008888>Somehow, things had gotten worse.</span>+<fc #008888>Somehow, things had gotten worse.</fc>
  
 <fc #008888>Getting caught in this thing, whatever it was -- **What was it?** -- had obviously been unpleasant. He'd tried to escape -- or he remembered trying to escape -- but since it wasn't obvious what was going on, or how to fix it, and since he'd pretty quickly been immobilized, he'd given up without much of a fight. He'd been afraid -- or he remembered a state he would've called 'fear' -- but it was an animal fear, fear of pain, fear for bodily integrity, nothing like the panic he was feeling now. 'What's happening to me? Why am I here? How can I get out?' So many questions burning in his mind, filling him with panic, but underneath them all is a quieter, deeper one: Why am I only thinking of these questions **now**?</fc> <fc #008888>Getting caught in this thing, whatever it was -- **What was it?** -- had obviously been unpleasant. He'd tried to escape -- or he remembered trying to escape -- but since it wasn't obvious what was going on, or how to fix it, and since he'd pretty quickly been immobilized, he'd given up without much of a fight. He'd been afraid -- or he remembered a state he would've called 'fear' -- but it was an animal fear, fear of pain, fear for bodily integrity, nothing like the panic he was feeling now. 'What's happening to me? Why am I here? How can I get out?' So many questions burning in his mind, filling him with panic, but underneath them all is a quieter, deeper one: Why am I only thinking of these questions **now**?</fc>
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 Some instinct in ver suggests that ve can probably easily take it apart and find out what it does, as if the design were wholly intuitive to ver, even though ve does not recall interacting with this machine before, nor any like it. Some instinct in ver suggests that ve can probably easily take it apart and find out what it does, as if the design were wholly intuitive to ver, even though ve does not recall interacting with this machine before, nor any like it.
  
-**✘ IN PROGRESS**+<fc #008888>Some part of verself is... concerned? Afraid? Confused? about ver current state. Adrian would probably be horrified at what he's become, but Adrian's not here any more. Ve's not entirely sure how much of Adrian ve should claim as ver own. Probably the less, the better -- there's too much pain and terror there, leftover from his last moments.</fc> 
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 +<fc #008888>One thing that is certain is that whatever ve is, the metallic structure in front of ver is responsible for the current state of affairs. Or, rather, whatever's controlling it. Knowing more about whatever it was, and whatever it was trying to accomplish, would probably help resolve ver existential confusion. Raw instinct tells ver that ve ought to be able to take it apart and understand it, even though Adrian certainly wouldn't have any idea where to begin. Seems instinct is the best tool ve has at the moment, so ve might as well trust it.</fc> 
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 +<fc #008888>Ve takes a few cautious steps into the sinkhole, human instincts guiding ver arms outward to maintain balance, attention focused on the nest of tendrils at the nadir of the funnel, watching for any sudden motions. Even if it tries to reach out and grab ver, ve could always slip out of its grasp again. And perhaps ve might even have the capacity to claim it the way ve did this body; ve's still getting used to how much control over the environment ve has at the moment.</fc>
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