And you got your manipulations...
When we last saw our intrepid and oh so good looking heroes they had just discovered that all was not right in the universe. An evil robotic conspiracy was sweeping over the land and it wasn't the George Lucas type either. And since we're completely confused we're just going to take a moment and figure out what's going on.
"Hold up," I say. "Let's try to make this make sense. What's strange about this place?"
Cass is fidgety, she's pacing and rifling through the papers she's holding without even looking at them. The dead soldier is still at her feet. He's not dead though. He's not real, so he can't be dead. Even when we first got here, we shoulda realized something was up. They were in full armor, face masks, gloves, the works and I never realized until now that they didn't speak. No shouts of "Get them!" "There they are!" None of that stuff, just fire and punching and kicking and ow-ing. A real one track mind, er, program.
They even fooled Rob. I'd be impressed and gloating but I didn't figure it out either. Well, I kinda did now, after dismembering him.
"Besides the robo-soldiers? Besides the freaky science fair from hell? Besides the possible government complex out in the middle of nowhere? Besides the--" She's rambling. She's freaking. I don't blame her but I can't even focus long enough to her my own confusion.
"I get the picture Cass!" I snap. "It makes no sense!"
She stops talking that sour expression on her face. She throws her hands up in the air exasperated. "Well I don't have the answers! I don't what happened! I don't know why we even came here!"
"Well, I don't know either!" I snap even as her last words sink in. Why did we come? They were expecting us. We were set up. I forgot about the set up. We've been manipulated from the start. But why?
The gears are turning in my head. There's gotta be people somewhere. The Caf, the Labs, even a Robot specialist, they can't all be robots. I hope, I hope, I hope. "Look, let's just hang here for a while until Bart gets back and then we'll see what the others think. There's gotta be a reason, you don't go through all this trouble for nothing."
She's still pissed 'cause I snipped and she turns away. "Whatever. You check the computer, I'll take the closets so you don't rip apart any more of your friends."
Disgusted and upset, I toss the robo arm on the computer console. We start to work, our backs to each other, both oblivious to the faint red light on the robo's still attached arm.