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You find a stone and wrap a psuedopod around it, using it to tap on the monolith. It rings with a curious reverbation, and in response dark psuedopods emerge from the seam in its material. Three of them, rising up, with fractal branches near the ends that terminate in dark, blunt claws.
It warbles sounds at you, and there's a pause.
The warbles grow more urgent, more sharp, before it slows to a stop.
Oh. Of course. This is, after all, my containment. The box is just... a box, it couldn't hold me. But there's no one here to talk to but Y O U. The little thing you pilot can't even hear me properly. But Y O U can. Only three of you? That's it? Sure, I was put here because no one will bother with it, but... That's a little sad.
It's doing nothing. You should move back home and return to marshaling ideas.
Tell you what, let's make a deal. I can't open this like this. If you're more interested in seeing what I can do, just... uh, give me a little more.
Only three h a n d s won't do me any good... By the way, good to meet Y O U. No names here... Well, no names that matter for Y O U, but I'm Handy. It's a pleasure.
>Explore past the holes.
>Return home.
[color=red]>Examine the holes.[/red]
>Something else?
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