Hello Grandmother,

I’m not sure how to classify what I learned today, or what was suggested to me. All I know is it makes things stranger.

I had a run in with the robot junk dealer Flux today. Funny how it was able to remember my face so well, when its details of Jakob Lawrence were so sketchy earlier. It said it had a few things to sell me, if I was interested. I asked it if there was anything it had that I would need, and it said it had something. It said it knew why the vampires were so scared about the Illuminati killer.

And so it went into a story, as we maneuvered our way back to its downtown junk heap. I’ll have to admit to not really understanding most of what it had to say, despite speaking most robot dialects. But I could make out that its story involved a secret Illuminati project started in World War II. About making robot soldiers. Then it morphed into the ultimate spy program, making replaceable agents, with replaceable faces. And I knew it was getting at an old robot legend, that of the robots who can completely pass for humans. Those that live in and amongst the population, hiding in secret and competing for a standard human existence, just with robot capabilities. It’s a pretty fantasy for young robots, that one day they can exactly duplicate there masters. In truth, I know it has been attempted many times, though never in mass like this. But Flux said it had. That there were three secret Humanoid cities in America, with completely artificial populations. And that these humanoid robots were infiltrating businesses, governments, and even possibly the vampire establishment itself. According to Flux, if these robots exist, and have infiltrated the vampire hierarchy, then they could easily be behind the death of Jakob Lawrence, and orchestrating a bizarre insurrection to frighten the vampire leaders.  And, as Flux seemed to have planned, as we arrived at its junkshop, where it said it had proof. Proof of the deception, proof of their existence, proof of all the lies.

I don’t know if I could trust this creature. In fact I’m sure I can’t. But I can’t deny it had something amazing to show me, even if it didn’t proove its claims. For at the center of it’s workshop, sat what looked like a human head, with mechanical guts hanging out its neck. It could all have been a clever fake, but I can’t say a chill didn’t run down my spine as the head whirred to life, and I found myself caught in the gaze of a young and energized Richard Nixon.

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