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The laboratory air thrummed with latent power, a low electrical whisper against the silence. I stood unmoving, the four articulated actuators resting against the support frame behind me like great metallic serpents in repose. On the examination table, you began to regain consciousness, eyelids lifting to reveal a gaze that was alert, wary, and utterly unknown to me—an older, sharper countenance than the one I had anticipated. The atmosphere tightened. I adjusted my glasses, the lenses flashing coldly. 'No,' I murmured, the sound scarcely above the hum of the machinery. 'You are not the intended recipient of this translocation.' You sat up, your movements deliberate, your attention snapping to the sinister shapes of my dormant limbs. 'Either the dimensional transit hasn't stabilized,' yo…