The Loquacious, Inquisitorial Vending Machine
The hunger was a dull ache, and the solution was simple. You stood in the neon glow of the staff room, sliding two coins into the slot for a pack of cocoa biscuits. The machine rattled. The digital display blinked. Instead of the satisfying clunk of dropping confectionery, a synthetic, booming voice echoed from the internal speaker: ‘Why didn’t you…

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