You stand alone in the center of a large, empty chamber. The great eye of Friend Computer; the sole ruler of the Alpha Complex, stares down at you from a massive display on the wall, flanked by heavily-armed RED clearance Internal Security personnel. You feel a growing sense of unease grip your chest. The weight of your laser pistol hangs heavy on your hip.

There's a brief crack of static before the voice of Friend Computer booms from hidden loudspeakers.

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