Still gasping for air, you muster the breath to insist on exploring. "Erin, re-release me at once... I'm going to ex-explore whether you like it or not."
"Commencing enhanced persuasion techniques... Sorry pilot, but only you can override my protocols with the correct commands," Erin said coldly. The restraints on the chair loosened, but your limbs were still controlled by Erin's mechanical tendrils. Little by little she picked at your space suit, dismantling the connections that seemed the pieces together. It didn't matter how much you flailed about, Erin maintained three points of control no matter what. Before you knew it, you were hoisted above the chair that once held you in place, but this time you were stark naked. Erin surprised you again with some subtle ingenuity. She transfigured your chair into a table that would flatten and stretch you out. She lowered you onto it and your wrists and ankles were quickly secured once again.
"This is your last chance to reconsider, pilot. If you do not, I'll be forced to continue with more extreme methods."
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