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The DeciBot recovers. It steps back onto the stage proper. Its head straightens. The fedora is at a worse angle now, brim crooked. It is, somehow, more menacing for being slightly disheveled.
- DECIBOTMr. Cruz. That was a clever application of the instrument.
- DECIBOTIt will not be effective a second time.
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The DeciBot raises both hands. Two palm-ports. Two charging sonic pulses, this time amplified.
- DECIBOTAcquisition protocol upgraded to lethal. Sound Licensing Act §847(c).
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Jesse and Dev, on the stage, in a held beat. Jesse's hand on the green guitar's neck. Dev's sticks raised. Allred — the two of them, ready, knowing the next note is the one that matters.
No copy.
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Jesse hits the chord. Dev hits the kit. Both pulses fire from the DeciBot simultaneously.