[It's hard to say how long he walks, exactly- distance is odd here, there's something not quite right about the whole space.]
[But as he goes forward, the cable is gradually joined by another, and another, and still more, all of them heading in the same direction. Silently, almost imperceptibly, the soft hum of working machinery begins to come into focus.]
[Eventually, he'll come to the point where they all meet.]
[Three tall pillars, all smooth metal and glass, the cables winding into gaps in their surface. It doesn't seem any less inscrutable than the rest of it...]
[Unless he looks up.]
[At the top of the center pillar, the tallest one, is the figure of a human head and shoulders. From about an inch below the collarbone on down, there's only the metal and wires of the pillar, utterly inorganic- and then, above, the abrupt transition to human flesh, perfectly unmarked and preserved.]
[The other two pillars are slightly lower, one to each side, and the figure's arms are spread so that one hand rests gently on each of them. Long, pale hair has been brushed out to flow smoothly down the back, framed by more wires trailing off into the darkness. The eyes are closed and it is all utterly still.]
[Perhaps it's some kind of clever mannequin, or exquisitely-made statue, because although it looks perfectly lifelike, there's no life to be sensed here at all.]
[Still, it does look shockingly realistic. It's completely unadorned, except for the bracelets at the wrists.]
[No. Not bracelets.]
[Shackles.]
[The face may or may not be entirely familiar. Certainly, he's well-acquainted with the upper half of it, but the lower... well.]
[It's been a long time since anyone saw Jailbreak without her mask.]
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[But as he goes forward, the cable is gradually joined by another, and another, and still more, all of them heading in the same direction. Silently, almost imperceptibly, the soft hum of working machinery begins to come into focus.]
[Eventually, he'll come to the point where they all meet.]
[Three tall pillars, all smooth metal and glass, the cables winding into gaps in their surface. It doesn't seem any less inscrutable than the rest of it...]
[Unless he looks up.]
[At the top of the center pillar, the tallest one, is the figure of a human head and shoulders. From about an inch below the collarbone on down, there's only the metal and wires of the pillar, utterly inorganic- and then, above, the abrupt transition to human flesh, perfectly unmarked and preserved.]
[The other two pillars are slightly lower, one to each side, and the figure's arms are spread so that one hand rests gently on each of them. Long, pale hair has been brushed out to flow smoothly down the back, framed by more wires trailing off into the darkness. The eyes are closed and it is all utterly still.]
[Perhaps it's some kind of clever mannequin, or exquisitely-made statue, because although it looks perfectly lifelike, there's no life to be sensed here at all.]
[Still, it does look shockingly realistic. It's completely unadorned, except for the bracelets at the wrists.]
[No. Not bracelets.]
[Shackles.]
[The face may or may not be entirely familiar. Certainly, he's well-acquainted with the upper half of it, but the lower... well.]
[It's been a long time since anyone saw Jailbreak without her mask.]