Rules: “Just observe.” “Don’t adjust.” “Don’t engage.” Right. Name tag crooked, lab coat long Pretty sure I don’t belong Door was open, lights were low Something softly starts to glow Copper wires in a twist Glass that hums like it’s been kissed Is that supposed to blink like that? Why is there a velvet hat? I was told not to flip the switch Not to scratch the voltage itch Not to stir the glowing mix But it looks… …responsive. ⸻ What is this? Why’s it buzz? Why’s it answering me because I was only meant to watch But it’s humming when I touch Is that steam? Is that light? Why’s it sparking left and right? If I press it just a bit— Will it— ⸻ “…Proceed.” ⸻ Tiny tremor in the floor I think that dial was set to four Now it’s glowing neon blue That feels… intentional. There’s a whisper in the vents Something chanting “Don’t commence.” But the beaker’s asking me For a little chemistry. They said, “Do not recalibrate.” They said, “Don’t initiate.” They said, “Wait.” But I— ⸻ “…adjusted it.” ⸻ Is that smoke? Is that steam? Is that part of the machine? That small ticking sound feels new. Is it— ⸻ “Stability check.” ⸻ What is this? Why’s it warm? Why’s the pressure starting to form? If I turn it back a notch— Will it—
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