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"What does bannana taste like?" she asks again. This time she does not wait beside me, learing into my face, as if she can suck the answer to her strange question out of my brain. Instead she moves back over to the computer screen, on the desk at the far side of the room. As she looks at it, I struggle against my bonds. The chains rattle a little and she looks up, a smile on her face. "You can not escape," she says. "The chains are very tight. And besides the door is locked. Even if you escaped them and killed me, you can not get out. They control who leaves the room," she gestures at a mirror on the wall behind her. I assume it is a one way type of thing. Someone, or someones, are watching this bizarre show. I look over trying to see through the glass, in vain. "If I am dead, they will not let you out. Now tell me: what does bannana taste like?"
I have already tried answering the question in as many different ways as I can think of, but none of them seem to satisfy her. I assume she is looking for an answer to a riddle, a code, or something. But she has the wrong guy.
I don't know the answer.