FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0279
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“Everyone in this facility is a robot,” you remark casually. “And that includes you.”
“WHAT?!” she exclaims, staring back at the ruined mechanical woman before her. “Ohhhh no. No, no, no.” You hear a whirring inside of her as she begins to nervously pace back and forth. “My name is Stacy, I’m a stage manager. I’ve worked here for… for…”
“I can prove it to you,” you say. “Just lift up your sweater.”
She looks at you incredulously. “Is this all just to get me to take my top off?!”
You lift up your own shirt, tapping on your clavicle. “Just press yourself right here.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she suddenly jabs an accusing finger at you, exclaiming, “Oh, I get it now… I'm not the robot... YOU are!”