You reach out for a chunk of cool metal as the Compressor chomps at you eagerly. It wasn't expecting a late night snack. THOMP. THOMP. THOMP.
You time your attempt as best you can, but you can tell it's moving too quickly for you to get all the way through between Thomps. You slide under the Compressor, holding the key mold above you like the world's smallest umbrella during a rain storm. The Compressor does not seem impressed with your Moves, nor intimidated by your protection.
You close your eyes and hope for the best, expecting to be reduced to text at any moment. The wheezing of the cylinder foretells your impending doom. When it slams down, the metal-on-metal contact makes a sharp ping and the Compressor stops.
Metals don't harm other metals. It's part of The Code. The Compressor reluctantly raises and allows you to pass unharmed. It sulks. It didn't realize there could be a hostage situation.
Before you can breathe easy, the conveyor splits into three. One passes under a stream of what appears to be ink. The second is a translucent purple liquid with a scent that you can only describe as "Eau d'Eggbug". The third, with horror, looks like molten metal.
Your exit runs underneath one of these three pipes. Which one is it going to be? You only have a few seconds to make your choice.
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