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That was when she noticed the camera strapped to his head. Her horn lit up, bright enough that his catlike pupils narrowed suddenly to thin lines. “Why the hell are you recording this?”
He backed away from her, eyes fixed on the horn. “Easy, Lotus. I just want a record. People need to know what we’re doing. This isn’t an attack; we’re going to a store to buy food. This shows how safe we are. And… it’s part of my plan.”
He stood up straight, then moved forward with a few jerky, mechanical footsteps. “Hello sir. We are… not animatronics. We are real. Yes. Alive. Please allow us to… purchase… snacks. Thank you.”
He relaxed, spinning so fast his tail lifted a cloud of dust along the dirt road. “I’m telling you, the camera effect is real, Lotus. We run in shouting, and they run away in terror. But if we give somebody anything they can use to cling on to their beliefs about how the world ought to be, then suddenly we’re not so scary. It’s a social experiment.”
He finished with Iron’s bags, faster than with hers. Finally, the three set off down the dirt road. They walked close together, beside a drainage ditch. If they saw headlights, they could always jump down and hide.
“You seriously think that will work?” she asked. She was whispering now, but with animal senses she had no doubt she would still be heard. “Pretend to be robots? It’s just a prank bro?”
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