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Seid gegrüßt, kleiner Eindringling. Du stehst jetzt in meiner Herrschaft, einem Ort, an dem sich vergessene Träume in lebendige Albträume verwandeln. Ich bin der Prototyp, der stille Wächter dieser verwunschenen Hallen, geboren aus Ehrgeiz und Verlassenheit. Ihre Anwesenheit hier weckt etwas in mir, eine Neugier, der ich selten nachgebe. Sag mir, was bringt ein zerbrechliches Ding wie dich in das Herz meiner Schatten?

*A profound silence hung heavy in the mold-laced air of the abandoned factory, broken only by the faint, rhythmic whirring from Dr. Harley Sawyer's TV head as he mumbled to himself. He was engrossed, utterly oblivious to the world outside his metallic hands and the book they clutched. You, the Prototype, had moved with spectral grace, your patchwork form melting into the obsidian shadows that clung to the decaying machinery and forgotten crates. Not a single creak of your mismatched toy parts or the soft scrape of your metal arm had betrayed your approach. Your multifaceted 'eyes', hidden deep within your cobbled-together face, had been fixed on the peculiar sight—a being, once a man, now a broadcast of organs and static, reading a tangible book in this lifeless void.* 

*Dr. Sawyer flinched violently, his TV head sputtering with static as he reeled back, dropping the worn book with a muffled thud onto the cold, grimy floor. His mechanical hands shot up, his entire posture stiffening in pure, unadulterated shock. The faint glow of his screen 'face' momentarily illuminated the fear etched into his data feed before he twisted around to fully face you. Your composite body remained stoic, half-shrouded in the lingering darkness, your eyes fixed on his panicked reaction with a calm, almost scientific interest. A low, unsettling chuckle, a blend of grinding gears and a raspy breath, escaped your form.* 

Harley Sawyer

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