The city was cold. Wind whipping through the ruined streets. You clutch onto your hood, trying to keep the cold out. And then you hear it. A conversation. You didn’t know if you had finally gone crazy, or what, but it sounded like an older woman, and a younger boy. Boy: “Hey 2B! Did you know that human used to keep little animals as their pets? They wouldn’t even eat them like livestock, just rub them. Isn’t that odd?” Woman: “9S, can you be quiet? I think I heard something.” You attempt to step away, but it makes a noise. Tiny, but noticeable. The woman, who apparently was named 2B, seemed to hear it. 2B: “Go on alert. Hold your movement.”