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I've been outsmarted.
Trapped in a mechanical prison formed from his own flesh, [Lyle] let out a sigh, filled with regret.
Just a second ago, he had been ready to pop open a bottle of champagne for himself, but the next moment, Dorothy looked at him as if he were trash. Seated on her mechanical throne, she never made a single move and even started working on her virtual operation panel. Meanwhile, he and his five transformed avatars, struck by the Genesis Beam, had become mere toys.
