《Big Red Button.》Fourth push
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You step on the button, not bothering to bend over this time.
Ding.
You look at it thoughtfully for a few seconds, then step on it again.
Ding.
Yep, it’s going to ding every time you push it. Or step on it. Or, basically, every time it gets pushed.
You sit down on the ground next to the button, and start pressing the button repeatedly.
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Would you-
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-stop?
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-not going-
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-to break.
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The
repeated
pressing
of
buttons
annoys
the
Watchers.
Currently
no one
is watching.
They
presume you will
be at this for a while
and have gone out to get lunch.
Do we have your attention?
Good. Listen carefully. Keep pressing.
We are looking for the Facility you are currently in.
We have narrowed it down to the north-western hemisphere.
Of planet Earth.
If you help us narrow it down further, we will reward you greatly.
You can do this by finding something grown in one of the rooms.
A plant or crystal.
The only way to transport things between rooms is to keep it in your mouth.
If you find a plant or crystal, keep it in your mouth until you are released.
We will contact you at that time.
In the meantime, make no mention of this to the watchers.
We will be... keeping an eye on you.
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Remember, you will be rewarded.
Now, continue with your silly button pressing.
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ARE YOU
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QUITE DONE YET?
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…………………
Ding.
Just give up already! Sheesh, I just went to lunch, with dessert, came back, and you’re STILL pushing that damn button! Cut it out already! You have nothing to gain from spamming it!
...Ding.
GAAH. Cut it out!
Ding.
Ding.
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Ding.
OK FINE you leave me no choice!
You press the button. This time there is no ding.
You press it again. Still nothing.
HA! I DISCONNECTED THE BUTTON!
That’s right, I have the power to do that! So go ahead and stomp on it as many times as you want, nothing will happen!
...You get to your feet and jump up and down on the button repeatedly.
Literally nothing happens.
Well, the cat in the room is watching you like you’ve lost your mind, but that’s about it.
Yes, the cat in the room.
There’s a cat, a very fluffy one, sitting in the corner. It watches you.
It yawns, turns around, and goes to sleep.
Well then.
You push the button.
Nothing happens.
Yeah, this room is pretty boring. I’ll turn the button back on.
DO YOU PRESS THE BUTTON? Yes No
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