Your friends might be in trouble

You leave the **** or dead, cyborg or robot or whatever the hell it is and head straight to the diner. You pull into the diner’s parking lot. It is nearly empty.

A little bell on the door jingles as you walk in, but the place is empty. You are about to leave when you hear a noise from a far booth. You approach.

You look under the table. David looks back up at you.

“Thank god its you, Tanya. Danielle and Christina are some kind of crazy robots. I went to the bathroom and came back to Christina guarding the door and Danielle eating out a waitress. I hid. I watched the waitress get up about five minutes later and start fucking a customer. It was horrible.”

“Fuck! It was the house. Keith said the exhibits were coming to life. How many people were in here?”

“Seven or eight. We should call the cops.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I ran into an officer on the way over here. She wasn’t human anymore. I disabled her.”

“Really? Fuck. Do you think we can turn Christina back?”

“I don’t know. We don’t even know what she is.”

“What are we going to do?”

You mull it over. The FBI would probably laugh it you. The news channels wouldn’t be much better. You could try to catch up to Danielle and shut her down.