The hum monotonously whirrs, waiting for your first move. The gun is held in place by small beams of titanium. It is waiting for you to ply it from the grasp of the beams.
Intro You are greeted by the presence of a surreal gilded pedestal adorned by a rather futuristic-niche clone gun. Faintly giving off a glow of electric blue, it illuminates the shadows. Vaguely emitting a robotic hum, it gives off a mechanical demanour. Worked with numerous buttons and a few screens. Its purpose is dignified by its obscured instructions etched into the side. Rimmed with gold engravings, its appearance is gleamy under the gleam of the artificial light. The air is charged with tension, as the gun seemingly almost waits for you to pick it up and mess around with it. The barrel, heated with the legacy of plasma, spins as it patiently waits for the model to be used. The trigger, jammed, forces you to use pressure when utilised. However, it gives you time to contemplate whether your ethics are moral or not.
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