"This is so uncivilized!" Aimee shrieked. "Being tied to a chair? Once my agent finds out about this, he is going to sue! I have to be on the set for my sitcom in two hours, and if I miss my big cut because of this, my agent is going to kill you!"
"Would you just shut up?" Amy Eight asked. "Things are bad enough without your unneeded sound-effects!"
"Annie will be back here in like, ten minutes," Aly reminded them. "We might want to think of a plan."
"Got one, Aly?" Eight demanded. "It seems to me like, seeing that we're all tied to chairs, things might be a little bit hopeless for us!"
"I know," Aly said. "If they delete our emotions, like they did to Four, Twelve, and Ten, then…"
"How dare you address me as a number?" Aimee carped. "You either call me by my real name, or don't talk to me at all! I'm famous, you know!"
"We all know you're famous! We don't care, so shut up!" Amy Two said.
"What was it like?" Aly asked twelve, who was seated right next to her. "You know, when you had no emotions?"
Amy Twelve shook her head. "I don't really know. My whole life seems like one big blur since I was voted off. I can hardly remember anything since then."
"How about you, Aimee?" Eight said. "Why don't you enlighten us with your annoying whining?"
Amy could tell that Eight was getting scared. "Just forget that for now. With twelve of us, Annie should be no problem," Amy said, trying to reassure herself.
"Yeah, too bad Sebastian, Annie, Jeanine, Linda, all of the Mr. Devon androids, plus Tasha, Karen, and Eric, who Annie has probably managed to delete emotions from, and grant perfection by now are on their side!" Amy Five added.
"Eric?" Amy said, shedding a tear. "Tasha?" Amy knew that emotionless treatment could be reversed, but not here, without Lulu's necklace from the Stone Age.
"Eric was your boyfriend, wasn't he?" Aly asked Amy, turning her head, despite her current state of being tied to a chair.
"My nail-polish chipped!" Aimee screamed. "This is it! I can't do this anymore!"
"So, why don't you get all Charlie's Angels on us all, and go kick whoever's in charge here WITH YOUR CHAIR?" Amy Eleven yelled at her.
"If they weren't glued to the ground, that would almost be a good idea," Aly reminded her.
At the current time, Jeanine, who had apparently no interest in their conversation, or chances to escape, was watching them. "Jeanine," Amy said cunningly. "You know, if you keep me tied here, no one will ever know that you're better than me, if I'm not even around."
"I am better than you," she said blankly. "Here, I have real competition. I can do better than you."
"She's had her emotions deleted," Amy Five said hoarsely. "I think that might be a problem."
"Hey!" Amy Eight chirped. "You should let Seven go buy you some new batteries, Jeanine!"
"Okay," Jeanine said, untying Amy.
"I think I'll need some help," Amy said.
"It only takes one person to do that," Jeanine blinked. "I'll get in trouble if you all leave."
"I won't leave," Amy promised. "I'll be back in like, a few minutes."
Amy got out of her chair, amazed that that had actually worked, and dashed to the door opposite her chair. She realized, once she entered a hall, that she had no idea where she was going. She figured it didn't matter, as long as she could get help. Maybe Dr. Dave could somehow deactivate Annie and Jeanine, since they were obviously androids now, since they were both supposed to be dead. That had been the case with Sebastian, so it probably was with them too.
The sound of sobs caused Amy to turn left, and enter a white, sterile looking room. She then saw a room filled with babies, and some twelve-year-old boys with blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Amy looked apprehensively around the room, at each of the identical boys. "Who are you guys?"
"We are the new Andys," a boy said. "And they," he pointed at the babies, "Are the new Amys."