The smell of blood was the only thing I smelled when I woke up. The walls were stained red with only the slightest hint of white. When I looked up, I saw only one thing: corpses, hung, and animatronics. I knew Skyler made animatronics, but not ones that were wired to kill. The person buying them programed them to do what they needed, but this, these secret computer codes, this was too much. I needed to unsee. Or at least die with all the rest of them. There was nothing I had ever seen, ever been through, or ever even kill someone. I needed to defend myself. And that would take killing, weapons, and everything that I hated. This was the animation we made, but times 10. Times 1000. 1,000,000. Real life isn’t technology, so my mission, from that day on, was to destroy the animation.