Pxan heart was racing, his forehead was sweating, his hand trembling, he shouldn’t be here. This was not what he excepted, maybe, just maybe, if he excused himself he could get away with his head still on its shoulders.

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  Pxan looked at that thing, that monster made of metal and wires, who was he?

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  Pxan stood silent for a bit.

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  <> said this he left his chair and begun walking through a corridor.

  Pxan followed him.

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  That laughing sound repeated <>