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Yes, Of Course, Would Sing Songs, Janey Decided And Began To Recall Old Favorite Songs. “If The Storm Is Raging Around, Pull Up And Do Not Lose Heart … I Just Stand And Remember What I Was Like …” [15] There Was A Quiet Buzz, And Panels Were Tiny Metal Probes, Each Of Which Touched The Skin, Stopped Instantly, Thus Forming An Ideal Model Of Her Body. – Please, Do Not Move! Just A Few Seconds. In This Trap, When Ten Thousands Of Electronic Sensors Had Instructed Her, Feeling As If In A Nightmare, Janie Could Not Even Sing. She Stood Inside The Torture Sophisticated Mechanism, Not Even Flinch, And Heard Heard Some Clicks And Roared Sensors, Transmitting Data To The Host Computer.