Suddenly Stewart heard some music in the back of his mind that sounded oddly dramatic and somewhat annoying.

"What? The Future?"

"Wait...no…I'm from…The Past!" Again he heard the dramatic music in his mind.

To this, Stewart became intrigued. Time travel had since been proven, during the second age of animatronics. Oddly enough, that was the one piece of trivia that he actually remembered from Prof. Martin's class. "Really? Cool!"

"No, actually I'm from New Jersey, but people seem more interested when I introduce myself that way. My name is Yonude-san." She slapped him once more for good measure.

"You're a bitch," he said, and then finished eating his Nutter-Butter calmly. "My name's Stewart. Why were you staring at me during Dr. Martin's lecture today?"

Her mood changed in an instant, no longer was she the strange, bitchy, four-armed loony she had been before. Instead, she now appeared firm and focused. "We can't talk here," she said in a low, Russian accent. "They may be listening."

Raising an eyebrow in utter confusion, Stewart asked, "Who might be listening?"

There was a long pause, in which Yonude-san eyed him viciously. "They are none other than…the…" abruptly she began to cough violently, as if choking on something. Her upper hands went to her throat as she gagged on an unknown object. Meanwhile, Stewart complacently munched on another Nutter-Butter, and took a swig of apple juice. He put the glass back on the table and covered his mouth, letting out a small burp

"Excuse me," he said. While this had been going on, Yonude-san continued to choke, her lower arms beginning to give her the Heimlich maneuver, until a tiny metal object came flying from her mouth. The spit covered object bounced off of Stewart's forehead before landing softly on the table.

Gasping for breath, Yonude-san grabbed the nearest butter knife and viciously attacked the object in question. It appeared to be an electrical object that shattered and sparked to death under Yonude-san's relentless attack. "Bastards must have been tracking me; I knew I shouldn't have spent the night in Arkansas."

Wiping the spittle from his face, Stewart took another sip of juice and began eating another Nutter-Butter. "What was that thing?" he asked, seemingly uninterested.

"Come with me," she said, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him from the cafeteria.

Sometime later, the two were sitting in Stewart's dorm room. The curtains were drawn and it was almost completely black. Yonude-san was pulling the curtains aside slightly and peering out into the world. She turned back to face Stewart, with tears in her eyes. "Oh Stewart!" she gasped, putting her four arms around him and burying her face in his chest. Stewart would have embraced her in return, but for the fact that his arms were pinned down.

"It'll be all right," he said, still not sure what was the matter in the first place. "Just dry those tears and tell me all about it."

"You're so kind Stewart," she replied, wiping her eyes on his shirt sleeve. "Thank you very much."

He sat her down on the futon that took up one wall in his room, pulled up a chair, and sat down across from her. "Now then, tell me all about it."

"Well," she said, sniffling. "I have been searching for you for a long time Stewart. Because…because you are the only hope for humanity."

"I don't understand, what's happening to humanity?" he asked, feeling a tightening in his chest. Ever since he was a little boy, he had had this feeling deep inside himself that he was destined for some great anthropological purpose. Finally it seemed, with the arrival of Yonude-san, that he would have his chance to fulfill that want, that unknown desire that had consumed his soul forever; the desire to amount to something.

"Humanity is being overrun…overrun, by Machines!"

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