Repro steps.

"Where am I?" Sandra asked with mild curiosity.

"Clothes." She started to strip.

He spoke without looking up from the slate. "I'm a debugger. You've experienced a glitch, and it's my job to fix it. Open." She felt his finger probing her mouth. "Up." "Spread."

"Please sit. It appears your glitch was due to an empathic reaction. Do you remember speaking to the girl about her brother's funeral?"

"Yeah." She was surprised at how little she felt. "My heart was broken for her. Although now it all seems distant, like a scene from a movie."

He was scanning over his slate. "That's because you're in a debug state. To reproduce this error, we'll need to put you in a simulated environment." He tapped the slate again.

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Sandra was in a park, on a bench. She looked around curiously. How did she get here? Where was she? The last thing she remembered-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud squeal of tires, a dull thud, and a scream. She ran to the street where an elderly man was holding a limp dachshund and weeping. There was no car to be seen, although there were treadmarks on the pavement. She rushed to the man's side.

"Oh my God, Rusty, oh God, no, Rusty, Rusty, Rusty..." He was softly caressing the dogs' lifeless head. "You can't go, you can't leave me, Rusty, please, please..." She reached out to touch-

She was holding a dog. A woman was touching her shoulder.
She was touching the old man's shoulder.

She was sitting in a nondescript room with a nondescript man. Her heart rate slowed immediately and she felt an overwhelming calm settle over her mind.

"Just as I thought, you've got a bit more empathy than the system can handle. That's ok, I'll just dial it back-"

"Wait!"