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He tapped the panel. Nothing.

He walked around to the back of the structure. A thick cable ran from the machine into the ground, but the earth around it had been disturbed. He knelt and began to dig with his hands. The soil was cool and damp. A few inches down, his fingers brushed against something that was not dirt. Something smooth and cold. dashmetry

"The cage opens," the man said. "Or it collapses. The choice was always yours." He tapped the panel