The scorpion wakes up. It sees you entering the code. You tug on the lock but it resolutely remains shut. It’s too late. The scorpion jumps violently in the air and stings you in the face. You die a horrible stingy death.
But wait. You are cloned by the Mysterons. No-one will ever know the difference between the old, dead you, and the new, Mysteron you.
The scorpion, bored with the Mysteron hijinks, returns to its place on the lock for a nap.
Reinvigorated, you lean over your stung corpse and once again try to enter the password…
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