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DANGER! PANIC RED BUTTON! In the center of the room, illuminated by a single flickering light, sat a console that looked as if it had been plucked from the pages of a fantastical tale. Its surface was a patchwork of dials, and screens, but it was the red button that drew her gaze like a moth to a flame. youthful Erika eleniak’s heart raced as she approached the console, her fingers hovering just above the button. She had heard the legends—the stories of explorers who had pressed such buttons,

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