You were looking at the mark, desperately trying to find a way to fix this, when a new message suddenly covered the entire thing.
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///PROGRAM RECOVERY IMPOSSIBLE///INITIATING PRODUCT RECALL///
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You were trying to find out what that meant, when you suddenly felt everything around you shift.
It only took a single glance to realize that you were no longer in your bedroom, but instead in some sort of glass tube,
surrounded by strange machinery. The only thing you could recognize was a modern-looking sign, writen in an ancient dialect of the continent's common language.
"I think that says... Gallo... Galleria? Indenture and sleve trading, a Magi-Tech subsidiary. No wait, i think that would translate toooo... SLAVE?!"
You immediately realized what was going on. You had triggered an automatic product recall, built into the Marking Stone, and the product was YOU.
"Dammit, i don't have the time to think about this, i have to get out of here!"
You gathered magical energy on your had and shot it at the glass, only to watch it harmlessly dissipate.
"Wh-what the hell is this thing mad of?!" Objects capable of repelling magic existed in theory, but this was on another level entirely.
[PRODUCT SUCCESSFULLY RECALLED, INITIATING MAINTANANCE.]
"Wait, stop! What the hell is this?! What is it doing?!" You noticed the machines around you starting to move, some moving closer,
while others unfolded long, robotic arms, two of which approached you from the sides, before suddenly starting to glow.
Your arms were pulled towards them and locked in place, as, unbeknownst to you, another robotic arm approached you from behind.
There wasn't enough time to react to the sound of the tube opening behind you, before you felt a sharp sting in the back of your neck.
[IDENTIFICATION CHIP SUCCESSFULLY IMPLANTED. LOCATING OWNER. NO OWNER IN DATABASE. PROCESSING.]
You turned your head and saw that the opening behind you had already closed, with no indication of it ever being there.
There had to be some way to get out, but you couldn't even find a seam in the material, much less a gap.
It was as if the entire tube had been made from one solid piece, even tough what happened just now had already proven that false.
You had to find some way out before the machine finished deciding what to do with you.