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You stand in a lab, surrounded by humming machines, immersed in a sweet, sickly smell.
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It begins
You cue the final sequence, a symphony of whirs and clicks like the industrious plumbing of an augment, release valve hisses, and the machine begins to ripen. The air grows heavy, thick with sweetness.
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