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<span class="mu-s">Little Miss Sunshine has entered the facility.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Sunset at the Pyramids has entered the facility.</span>
You check on the previously empty containment cells. There's two agents (who you don't recognize) in each of them, unloading a anomaly Containment Cube into the free space.
In Containment Cell C, you're somewhat shocked to see an obelisk of all things rolled out. It reaches all the way up to the ceiling, damn near scrapping against the metal ceiling. Dozens of worn out runes and engravings cover it from top to bottom in some cryptic language.
Wrapped around the musty yellow stone are green-stained linen clothes. Bright, beautiful lotuses are growing out of the stone and cloths of the anomaly. Faint sounds of footsteps and distant conversations echo through the cell, seemingly without any source.
The two agents exit the room with no further incident, though you note their hair is brightly dyed.
"Oh! New feature, I get a short bio of information involving some of the anomaly's behaviors! This anomaly can be overloaded and attempts to breach if overloaded. It doesn't seem like it has Good results either, so managing the overload might be challenging."
In Containment Cell F, the two agents chatter to each other, with one of them holding a hand over the keypad. The other is violently shaking his head.
"Look, we don't go to do this, we can just let THEM open the box, can't we?" The younger Agent asks. The older one keeps shaking his head. "Rip it off like a bandage. It'll be quicker that way." The younger Agent hesitantly puts in the keypad code.
A lanky and tall humanoid feline exits the containment cube, dragging its long tail across the floor. A mass of flesh hangs off the feline's back, occasionally pulsing to some weird rhythm.
Despite not having a mouth on its face, it speaks. "It's been a long trip. Wouldn't you gentlemen permit me a dance?" A low, honeyed tone coats its words.
The two agents visibly relax. The younger one is the one to respond. "Of course, Miss." He breaks out into a short little dance, humming a short little tune. The older one follows suit, with a genuine enough smile on his face. The feline watches dispassionately, merely flickering its tail.
After a few minutes, the anomaly seems satisfied. "You can stop. Disappointing, just like last time. Shamefully, really. You aren't cut out for being ETFs. I thought you would've been good dancers to make up for that."
"Yes, miss." "Sorry, miss."
"Leave." The two agents exit the containment cell. The anomaly licks the back of its hand. The two Agents quickly begin yelling at each other, sweat pouring down each of their faces. You can't make out a single lick of what they're yelling. "No good at all. Meow."
"This anomaly calms down a lot when a Bad work result is done, not so for Goods." S-4M buzzes. "Also, it produces a lot of energy with most work types! Efficient!" You...have no idea what the fuck just happened with those Agents.
