A fantastic tale unfolds. You're no blood relation after all, but rather a subject who was selected at random in a grand scientific experiment. Your late "uncle" was suffering from a terminal illness and wished to stun the world by proving that he could become DNA-related to anybody in it, and thus executed an secret plan to bequeath his entire estate to a total stranger. These revelations make Farnsworth feel cheated, for the butler always considered you to be a genuine relation, albeit a closeted one. Another hostile scene erupts, but a phone call from the Royal Society abruptly ends it. The news is stunning: Arthur Hanover is about to be nominated for a Nobel Prize in physiology and medicine and -- along with Dennis Rollinsby, now missing and presumed dead -- in physics. The foundation is currently in emergency session attempting to change its own bylaws: Never before has any of its prizes been awarded posthumously. Back in your room, you ponder over this astonishing turn of events. And reconsider all those conversations you secretly observed over the past few days. They've somehow been digitized and inserted into a computer game. How? Why? You're now certain that people behind the scenes -- Rollinsby? DVD-game designers? -- are orchestrating everything. But further speculation must wait, for night has fallen and another manor gala is about to begin. (Continued)

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