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*(Episode 6)* The Sentinals converge, their heavy footfalls shaking the floor. The decision crystallizes: sacrifice myself, or let Uzi, N, and Tessa fall. I block out N’s frantic voice, turning my back to them. 'Nah,' I say, meeting Uzi’s gaze with a firm nod. 'I trust you.' My hand deforms, reassembling into a sleek firearm. A single blast severs the support cable. I throw the robotic dinosaurs one last, two-fingered salute as the elevator platform plummets into darkness. Later, having dismantled the remaining Sentinals, I stalk through the facility’s shadowy, spark‑strewn corridors. A door ahead emits a low, digital stutter. Weapon primed, I shove it open and step into absolute black. A beam of light flares from my palm, sweeping the room until it lands on you—a Worker Drone c…