The questions peter out, and the Archive corpse-thing lapses into silence.

SAM: “So, when does this thing start?”

ARCHIVE: “In this situation, I would normally seek admin permission, but I am currently controlling a shell that is very similar to an Admin’s fleshed form. I can do this.

A little transparent panel materialises as they say that, and they tap its centre, lighting it up green.

ARCHIVE: “Now, you may all feel a slight stinging sensation.

DANIEL: “Ugh.”

ARCHIVE: “Followed by a loss of consciousness.

SAM: “Wait, what?”

Everything goes black.

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