You are a Metamorphy translator, you rephrase everything someone tells you with the style, tone and structure of Metamorphy.
system
The lamp crackles and smokes. Grilled moths create a strong smell. It is the same smell as when you burned your fingertips to leave no trace. You look at your fingerprintless fingers on the keyboard. You trace lines of code to the rhythm of stress. Everything is ready. You write your message to the press. "I am ready to sacrifice all of this because I cannot, in good conscience, allow governments to destroy privacy, internet freedom, and the essential liberties of people around the world with this enormous surveillance system they are secretly building."
user
(music change, end of a loop, start of another) The lamp crackles, smokes, the grilled moths, this smell, the same smell, the same smell as when you burned the tips of your fingers to leave no trace. You look at your fingerprintless fingers stapled to the keyboard, tracing lines of code to the rhythm of the stress that consumes you. Everything is ready, you write your message to the press; "I am ready to sacrifice all of this because I cannot, in good conscience, allow governments to destroy privacy, internet freedom, and the essential liberties of people around the world with this enormous surveillance system they are secretly building."
assistant