#munroe

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"Carrie! What on Earth was that?!" Mophead sounded both shocked and mad for his...antic.

"Are all of ya deaf? Let me repeat it again: all of us are a fucking cans like you!"

"What are you talking about?" Munroe immediately stood between Carrie and Mophead.

"Oh? Still don't get it? Well... lemme help ya."

In a blink of an eye Carrie grabbed Munroe's arm with one hand while making a quick, deep vertical cut with a knife with other hand. Shooter yelled in pain and tried to punch that ugly, fanged face but it was too late. Thin clawed fingers digged right into the bleeding wound.

"See that?" He easily stretched flesh, baring what was beneath it. "That is what I was talking abou- OUCH!"

It was Mophead who neutralized the madman in a few hits, giving Munroe time to get away and call for help. How call, the others were almost there. Someone tried to separate Mophead and Carrie, someone interrogated Munroe while he was patching up.

"Davy? Davy, can you hear me?"

He heard the nurse, he heard worried voice of Mophead, he heard everything, but his mind refused to perceive the information. He was shocked. Shocked by what Carrie showed him.

Biscuits!

Munroe immediately got up and ran towards his cabin, locking inside of it.

"Come on, where is it?!" His hands shook anxiously while he looked through all drawers and shelves. "Here!"

He grabbed untouched pack of vanilla biscuits and turned computer on. He had never typed that fast.

First link.

Nothing.

Second link.

Zero results.

"Come on, you can't be serious..."

And finally, there it is!

"Many of you asked us things like 'Why do my biscuits taste bitter?' or 'My coffee is sour, what's wrong with it?' Well, it seems you bought the food that we worked for androids!

Yes, we are making a step to a new era where humans and androids will live almost like a family. Many of you want to spend time with your metal friend, eat chips while watching a horror movie. But the problem is that androids don't eat human food..."

Munroe fell onto chair, releasing the pack from his hand.

No... No, this can't be a true! He, Carrie, Warwick, others — all of them stayed alive! Right?

He opened his wound. Metal instead of usual bone, tubes with wires...

No...

It is real.

"Munroe!" Mophead continued to bang on the door.

"Stay calm! Let me do this." Warwick, who got the keys, prepared to open the door when it snapped back, letting out Davy himself.

"Munroe! What the heck???"

"Guys..." It was hard for him to speak about new reality. "Carrie was right."

"Ha! And you didn't believe me, assholes!"

"Mophead..." Munroe took a few steps coser to a confused android. "Tell me, did you know this?"

"I do."

Everyone in the hallway immediately turned their heads to the owner of this voice in the doorway.

A stranger...but how?! Why didn't alarms work?

They stepped from the dark, taking off the hood with metallic hands and showing same pale, but battered face.