You're about to embark on a journey that will fundamentally alter your life. His words hang in the air as you notice your limbs becoming conduits for the machine's influence. The neural connection thrums ominously, a constant reminder of the vast chasm between you and your former self.

This device can trap your essence within its digital realm, binding you to its whims indefinitely, Dr. Atticus cautions. He reaches for sleek, black headphones. Put these on, he commands. It's time to immerse yourself in the cacophony of the damned.

As you hesitate, the machine springs to life. Its components whir and click with frenzied speed, producing a cacophony that pierces your soul. The LED lights flicker ominously, casting eerie shadows.

Dr. Atticus puts on his own headphones. The screen behind him erupts with a kaleidoscope of colors and images. You watch in horror as people writhe in torment, desperately trying to escape the same digital prison threatening to consume you.