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The Fucking Machine would open with…
Lights flicker on, bathing the two circular metal platforms of The Fucking Machine in harsh fluorescent light. The countless metal panels hiding the equally countless mechanical arms remain closed for the moment, but there is a definite tension in the air. The machine is waiting, like a bear trap, ready to spring into action and ensnare its prey in an instant. Its gleaming metal surfaces have been freshly scrubbed to remove the remnant fluids of its last use, a chemical smell lingering even now.
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