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in my skull. My eyes widen. I’m a’gonna steal this baby!
             I
burst into the room. A couple of white coats start hollerin ’, sayin ’ I’m tresspassin ’. I
grab the baby from the doctor who is suctionin ’ him
out and run like hell for the door!
             The
white coats come a’followin ’.
             I
burst through the door. Diana slams herself against the wall to avoid being
trampled by the hurdling stampede blazin ’ in her
direction. The baby is screamin ’, terrified by its
first visions of life. I try to bounce him in my arms, you know, t’try an’ soothe him, as I dash up the staircase and down
through the halls, makin ’ my way to the outside world. All I need is to get him outside and I’ll
be famous! Rich!
             I
glance behind me. Only two of the white coats are in good enough shape to keep
up with my pace. The double doors that lead to the outside world are in my
sight. I run faster! Harder!
             I
stiff-arm the doors, they fly open wide and suddenly I stumble over the
concrete stairs that lead down to town square. The baby goes a’flyin ’ through the air. The white coats stop and put
their hands over their mouths in horror. A couple sittin ’
on a park bench see the baby and scream with fright.
             Everyone outside freezes. And even though it all seems to be happenin ’ in slow motion, it’s quite apparent he
can’t be saved.
             The
baby hits the pavement with a sickening smack. Immediately, its body explodes.
A giant cloud of yellow smoke fills the air instantly, coverin ’
the entire town.
     

            PART FOUR

     
                 BOXING HONEYVILLE

     
     

             I
remember the fool who stole the infected child very well. His name was Stanley Cramm . He worked in our building for something like two years
prior to the incident. He was never too bright of a lad. I even felt somewhat
sorry for him at times. He came from a poor family who all seemed to be
good-hearted people. We all used to attend the same church.
             Everyone
in town was instantly infected by the disease – everyone except for a handful
of doctors and scientists, such as myself . While we
were delivering the child, we all took the proper precautions in protecting our
bodies. None of us were really sure exactly what we’d be dealing with that day,
so all of us were wearing gas masks and protective clothing at the time of the
explosion.
             Since
the day of the incident, a strange series of events has occurred.
             Within
hours, Honeyville was completely surrounded by
government vehicles – large black vans, to be precise. The backs of these
vehicles opened, unmanned, and hoards of humanoid robots climbed out onto the
pavement.
             I
made my way over to the vehicles, but was quickly approached by one of the
androids.
             “Stand
back!” it commanded. I stopped in my tracks.
             “Please,
I am not one of the infected!”
             But
it did not listen to my plea - instead it shot a taser out from its fingertips. Its claws sunk deep into my chest and I was quickly
floored by the sudden surge of electricity racing throughout my body.
             The
robots continued to pile out of the vans, some of them were dragging large
burlap sacks behind them. I would later find out that these sacks were filled
with building materials, for they were planning to build a wall around the
city.
             Over
the next few weeks, I had noticed that not only were the GovBots ( what the androids prefer to be called )
here in Honeyville to erect a wall to cage the city,
but they were also here to harvest .
                 Harvest
what? I was not sure. But over time, I found ways to get them to talk.