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. . . trojan
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  LOGGING YOU IN . . . TROJAN It would be simple to imagine that your room would be vacant, the night following a trial. Instead, from the rustic statue ripples AL-2955, standing as if she had only hours before. Oe on one, she asks for your presence in the Medical Bay, and then her form blips out of existence, as though she were a wave crashing upon the shore. She's gone, presumably to the Med Bay. Making your way to that room, you see AL-2955's face reflecting in the medical display, as the robot playing doctor beeps away. Calmly as ever, she speaks, and with a metal sounding noise, the robot swivels clover toward you, a holographic pen and clipboard in it's grasp. The remaining participants of the game are pictured there, their expressions simple. Tap the pen to one of them. Select the infected. Who is it this week? trojan rules taken characters information cards |
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... Now she's just being ornery. ]