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“Please follow me,” it said again, just as measured and politely as it had before. The pawn kept repeating its request in shorter and shorter increments. It was getting impatient. This type of speech wasn’t a part of its default programming. Either someone was controlling it live, or these pawns had been reprogrammed. “Please follow me. Please follow me,” it said, increasing the tension in the room. “Maybe you should do what it says,” Thorin suggested. “No. Stay right here,” I ordered. “I don’t know what’s happening,” Sam proclaimed. “We’re not giving it what it wants, and it doesn’t like that,” I explained. “The question is, what will it do to get it?” Brad added. We didn’t have to wait long find out. It began making a loud noise. It sounded like a fire alarm with the voice reques