She giggled and pushed me out the 
door again, but this time didn't slam  
it in my face.                         
     Twenty-five minutes later, I was  
standing outside the Oh Oh Room,       
wondering if today was gonna be the day
this all turns out to be a dream.      
     Once I got inside, the door to the
Secret Room was open, and the Cat was  
once again typing away at the computer.
     Not today, I guess.               
     “All humans must die. What was    
that all about?” was the first thing   
out of my mouth.                       
     “Oh that,” she said, fanning a paw
in front of her like she was shooing a 
fly away. “I had to type something, so 
I used an article I read yesterday. I  
do remember that being at the end of   
it, though. Interesting that you should
* pick up on just that part. It was an     
article about the merging of robotics  
and organic memory.”                   
     Curses, I thought, Beth was right.
Again.                                 
     The Cat went on from there to     
explain how it took her a couple hours 
to figure out how to use a browser and 
connect to the internet.               
     Once she did that, she went       
looking for information on what the    
hell was going on here. She found the  
company website, and from there        
discovered chatrooms. A week later, she
found her cat buddies, and from them   
got a couple links to the history of   
humans.                                
     “How do you know they’re really   
cats?”                                 



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