The Horror of the Situation

I saw the mechanical and predictable when I, on my seventh birthday, became suspicious that everyone around me had been replaced, and that I was now surrounded by robots or extra-terrestrials; that they were observing me.

I didn’t know why they were observing me. I just knew that they were mechanical, and that they were pretending to be the people I knew.

I knew also that I needed to pretend that everything was the same.

 

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