MESSIAH

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He really didn’t intend to cause a quarter-wide blackout. The Wifi was on the fritz again and, well, some androids have been known to possess the ability to interface with common household devices and resolve—or at the very least uncover whatever issue may be impeding it’s functionality without any third-party interference. Quick and cost-effective.

Whatever Stripes did did definitely not resolve the issue. Instead, it appears to have made it approximately ten thousand times worse.

“Gavin…”

The android calls out in that sheepish voice that always indicates that something hasn’t gone quite as planned.

“I think i broke the uh—”

He glances out the window, into the all encompassing darkness, not a light to be spotted as far as the eye can see.

“The hell did it come from?” Gavin cranes his neck to try and get a glimpse outside, but everything is still pitch black. Why hadn’t he grabbed a flashlight? Or even his gun? Stupid. Gavin squints, turning to look at Stripes more closely. There’s suspicion in his eyes now, though it’s not exactly accusatory.

He’s been saying ‘coincidence’, because that was the first thing to come to mind, but how much truth was there to that? Scared shitless into being fully alert now, Gavin realizes with a sinking feeling that it’s Stripes- there are no coincidences.

The woman looks frantic--not neccesserily frightened or angry but rather, desperate. Desperate for...something, but what exactly is hard to say. Her dainty hands press flatly against the glass panes separating her from their miniscule household, tapping in quick and relentless succession. Stripes catches sight of a curious glint in the darkness behind her, several of them, bobbing up and down off in the distance, gradually drawing closer until it becomes apparent that it's the gleaming optical units of even more androids.

And they flock to the house like vultures to a carcass--tapping. Tapping, tapping, tapping like a thousand falling hail-stones colliding with the windows and walls in perfect unison.

"...It's morse."

Stripes suddenly realizes.

Short pause, tap, long pause, tap, short pause, tap.

"R"

Short pause, tap, long pause, tap.

"A"

A series of four taps seperated by long pauses, punctuated with a single short pause and a tap.

"9."

He looks at Gavin.