[Have a soft voice over the phone:] Where... am I?
... Was I... taken in for an upgrade...?
I do not... understand...
... Am I... dead?
[Hello, residents of 456 Stone Street, and any surrounding neighbors.
There is a blond, with bright blue eyes in blue pajamas on the front porch.
She might look familiar... like a
robot who may or may not have been here before.
One difference: She's human. It's obvious she has difficulty walking--she's not used to having real feet.
You can find her just about everywhere in town today--touching just about everything because oh my god she can feel it. Actually feelit.
Approach the crazy girl in pajamas?]