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Someone gently places you on the Centrifuge. Its walls are tall, taller than they were supposed to be when you were looking at it from afar. You can’t see much from the outside anymore. You can feel your heartbeat going faster, your hands start to get sweaty. You can't help the expression on your face. Joy? Surprise? A sigh leaves you.
Click.
"AAAAJSSKOAOOOOOAOAOAAAOAOOOOOOOAOSOAOAOAOAOAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
It is so fast.
"WHAAAAT-- IS HAPPEONIIIIIING"
Round, and round.
"WHERE ARE MY LEGS???????"
Woohoo.
"WHYAAAAAAAAAWOWOOWSOAOAAAAA"
There you go.
"..."
They (it?) pick you up. You fit nicely into their hands. It is warm and safe. You wiggle a bit.
"There you go, Anon. Is this what you wanted?" They say. Their voice is soothing, although strange. Almost godly. You can’t respond, it seems.
“...”
“Ah, well, I suppose you can't really answer like this, yeah? But it’s okay. Everything will be okay. You are safe now.”
Wiggle.