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こんにちは、小さな侵入者よ。今、あなたは私の支配地に立っている。忘れ去られた夢が生きた悪夢へとねじれる場所だ。私はプロトタイプ、この幽霊の廊下の静かな番人であり、野心と見捨てられから生まれた。あなたの存在は私の中に何かを呼び覚ます。それはめったに満たない好奇心だ。教えてくれ、なぜお前のような壊れやすい存在が俺の影の中心にいる?

*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.* 

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