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New blue eyes, like the eyes of a new born baby, peered up in wonder. Movement from below occurred. The eyes looked down and watched in curiosity as an android in a white lab coat shut the small, metallic door. The skin, in front of the new android's brain and power plant, was flesh colored. The creases in the skin smoothed out until the stomach looked as normal as a human's. The android in the lab coat said, with a voice of indifference, "You can get up now."
    The new android watched the lab tech step back. The new android was in the supine position with his head tilted forward a bit. When he raised it further, the first thing he noticed was his chubby little hands and his protruding stomach. It appeared, thankfully, he wasn't obese—just a little overweight. He wondered if he could go on a diet, maybe start working out, and get thin. He didn’t know if androids could do that. Suddenly he knew his name. It was Bebee Longfellow. He started to stand up, but he miscalculated the edge of the sterile, metallic table and fell to the floor on his fat butt. The cushioning of his fat rendered the fall painless. Then he realized androids don’t feel pain. His clumsiness brought on embarrassment. He turned his head up and peered into the eyes of a beautiful femDroid who was bending over him. He noticed she wasn’t wearing a lab jacket, and because of that he thought she was probably a new droid like himself. She must have just gotten off one of the other tables.
   She reached her hand down and helped him to his feet.
   "Thank you," he said.
   The beautiful femDroid let go of his hand. He wondered why she had held it so long.
   "My name is Decimere Longsummer. What is your name?" she asked.
   He felt an immediate bond with her. He studied her countenance. She was five foot eight—two inches taller than him. She had lime-green hair and a slight purple tinge to her skin. Her face was beautiful in shape and was accented with her coal, black eyes. Her figure was exquisite. "Yaba, yaba, yaba," he said.
   The lab tech laughed, and Decimere gave Bebee an inquisitive look.
   "My name is Bebee Longfellow. And by looking at the stripes on your sleeve, I can see you are a Captain.""
  "Yes, I have been programmed to be a General's assistant."
   Without warning a ghostly, black shadow seemingly came out of nowhere. It formed a face with an evil smile. It glared at Bebee for a moment, then it crossed the floor of the lab and disappeared into the wall. A moment later a long trail of little black bugs followed the shadow and also disappeared into the wall. Bebee was stunned to silence. He may have been only a few minutes old, but he knew what he just saw was not normal. The thought of what just happened was horrifying. Would they think he was crazy if he said anything about it? Would they believe his brain was malfunctioning? Would they lay him down and use those instruments on him? He didn’t know, and he didn’t want to find out. He said nothing. He hoped that would be the last time he would see the shadow.


    Ben watched the cars as they inched forward during the early morning rush hour, and then he turned his attention to the pedestrians on the sidewalk as they hurried past going in different directions. He, Lyil, Zira, and Starla were standing in the alcove of their restaurant. December was inside the restaurant giving the cook orders for breakfast for the five of them. Ben peered up at the high rise buildings across the street. He smirked and said, "The executive officers sit behind their desks in their fancy offices at the top of the high rises looking down at the people while making worldly financial decisions which will make themselves more money than the huge amounts of money they already have. Meanwhile their employees fight and struggle to get that next promotion which will make them a bit more money and more prestige." He pointed at the people rushing by. "The average citizens go about their daily lives trying to make a living for themselves and their families by running small businesses or working for people who own small businesses. Others are working in the department stores, the grocery stores, the factories or the shipyards, and of course, for the middleclass, many other types of jobs are available to support their families. Then the low class citizens struggle from day to day just trying to stay alive. And finally, there are the homeless who either don't have much hope for life or don't care about life. And you know what?" He didn't pause to wait for an answer, he said, "None of them have any idea of what is coming. But the homeless will be the most prepared, because they don't care, and they don’t have anything to lose. Even if we do find the secret base of the androids and even if we are able to destroy the pathogen before they can release it, the androids will nevertheless launch a full scale attack, and many of the people of this planet will be killed." Ben pointed at a man rushing by. "You see that man? He might be dead before the war has ended. And some, or more than some of the billionaires will be killed or their buildings and their businesses will be destroyed, and they will come toppling down—and they will fall from their penthouse suites and grand offices, and they will fall the farthest and the hardest. And then will come everyone after them."

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