"Well," she breathes, "I guess I should be proud my teachings have," probing for the word, "excited you so much that would come into my lab and, what is it you wanted with my machine exactly?" She turns to face you. Her gaze is magnetic and pulls strongly at your obsession.
You look away from her, unable to tell her the whole, fantastic truth. You manage to form the excuse, "I, I wanted to test it." You take a breath then hurriedly add, "Not on me or anyone or anything like that! No! Just.."
"Scott," Professor Montana began, "I haven't told anyone the details about this device, but somehow you found out enough about it to come here today." She takes the transposer in her hand, "It's true. I still haven't brought myself to test it much at all." She tumbles it about in her hands. "Maybe you'd like to be my assistant? My silent assistant, of course, to help me test it now?"
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