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Two up, One down, a curious array.
It would seem the middle lever controlled the floor.
Either depressing the central pillar down, or Raising all others up.
A matter of perspective lost as a dead man in a coffin looks out into the world.
And entombed within the stone box, the outside world fades into oblivion.

Whatever happened outside and above AdAM became irrelevant to the mech, a difficulty in hearing the exact words, something about the ceiling, something about a fan. The loudest ones made their voice heard, even through the rising walls. Someone requested whoever was presumably making the floor rise stop. It mattered not, the floor would rise, and if the ceiling was real and the fan was real, the fleshy organics would be crushed or shredded. Perhaps it was a test, whoever brought them here, a test of how the will to live contested the ideals of morality. The mad architect of this place simply running an experiment to test a theory. Was it a sarcastic nod then to the moral high ground was what would kill those currently on the rising floor? Dying as one lived. Morality nevertheless was a concept strange to AdAM, something truly human as he only knew logic and law. Laws unjust or not were social constructs made to govern society, and in the case of natural laws, the very fabric of existence. To break a law was an insult to both, unless the error occurred where in two laws interested within each other's domains. As such, which rule must be followed? Ah alas, more philosophy.

Either way, a logical loop never resounded well and just as he selected the middle lever without calculating the exact odds of said action's repercussions, so too did AdAM gaze upon the configuration within the precious seconds those above him had. At the rate the walls were rising around him, in a short amount of time the party be sent into their graves, calculating the time it took for the pillar to be complete sealed off at the entrance of five feet. AdAM himself had to duck to fit within the confines of the pillar, to which suggested either a smaller entity controlled this facility or designed it. A gnome or dwarf perhaps? Or a more fey or impish entity? And these levers three, staring back like the abyss into which AdAM gazed, their mystery mocked him, teasing him to pull the middle lever back down in an attempt to stop the floor from rising. Logically it would be natural, that an equal opposite reaction be the course to lower the floors back down. Yet if indeed the ceiling was an illusion as was tossed about, they were in no immediate danger save the fan.

Thus perhaps the mechanism of control was not as simple and needed to be tested. There was an expected probability of resetting the middle lever yielding a restoration of everything from his previous action. Yet nothing was gained from this then, unless it was the combination of levers which dictated what the room did. Stacked against the chance of the other two levers functioning to counter the effects of the middle lever was a large leap in logic, but based in sound statistics. There was no guarantee that the floor would descend again with the flip of the switch before him, there was only an observational fallacy in believing that to be an absolute truth. Thus what if one of the two levers presented could create the opposite effect and ground the others? Another 50-50 chance choice then to compute the complex likelihood of one of either lever in their current position would resolve the rising floor by providing a sinking stabilization. Or more in this situation a simplifying assumption could be that the middle lever controlled the rise and fall alone to a limit of grounding, thus what the function of the other two levers remain a mystery. What would happen if all three levers were up?

To solve a problem, it was best to explore every possible solution and understand every possible outcome. As such with the fearlessness of one knowing those above him may be crushed to death as the ceiling may start compressing their skulls with the flick of the switch on the left, AdAM firmly grasped the sinister lever and pushed the position up. What happens now?

A scream above?
Blades whirring down to hack and maim flesh from bone?
Or would he see the eyes of confused sheep, waiting to be harvested?
No, it was better to remain together.
Maybe it was a test of humanity in itself?
To see how far a group of strangers can compel themselves to work together in self-interest.

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Action: Pull The Left Lever.
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