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PULL TUBES
One by one, you pull the tubes out of the floor. They are heavy. Each one seems to extend forever, and some certainly reach an even greater length. You lay them on the floor, curled up, tails attached somewhere high up and out of sight within the ceiling. They hum with electricity, almost happily.
You realize the tubes are wires, of a sort. The ends, at your feet now, have prongs. Yet they are oddly thin, and like a magnet they cling to your body, nearly puncturing your skin.
Perhaps... maybe, you should plug one into yourself.
Plug one of the short wires in, or the long.
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