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The world is filled with androids who look like they are made from the same plastic as Barbie dolls. Until now, they've gotten along just fine with humans, but something has made them change. They have begun to murder humans. They are devouring them, swarming on them like zombies or piranhas and tearing the flesh off with their teeth and their hands.
But one thing slows them down: a small boy, no older than eight years old. Very few humans are left, now. Kathryn and I have been chased by androids into a large complex, and I see the little boy. He leads us to a closet and hides us inside. Then we hear him speaking with the androids and it becomes apparent that he is seen as a god by the androids. They will listen to him -- to an extent.
He leads us outside the complex, the impassive androids flanking us all the way. Then the androids begun to walk ahead of him, towards Kathryn and me. Blood from their last victim splatters them. We start to run, and they speed up.
Sirens blare from all around, and I wake up to fire trucks driving by.
But one thing slows them down: a small boy, no older than eight years old. Very few humans are left, now. Kathryn and I have been chased by androids into a large complex, and I see the little boy. He leads us to a closet and hides us inside. Then we hear him speaking with the androids and it becomes apparent that he is seen as a god by the androids. They will listen to him -- to an extent.
He leads us outside the complex, the impassive androids flanking us all the way. Then the androids begun to walk ahead of him, towards Kathryn and me. Blood from their last victim splatters them. We start to run, and they speed up.
Sirens blare from all around, and I wake up to fire trucks driving by.
