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It emerged from the rubble of Mammaltron in the Great Age of Waste, like some sort of mutation foreshadowing the terrifyingly beautiful world to come. It was already plain to see we wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. The trouble is you never quite know where it is all going to go the next time your heart beats. Well, that is what I thought. We headed out the back door looking for something more and there were people bickering about what was the right thing to do. r0se walks out in a big red coat and even bigger hair, dripping with sweat and tending to what looks like a dried up blood nose. Everyone stops and s/he says something like 'Let the baby have it's bottle.' At that instant the walls and floor exploded like you fell asleep reading some PKD novel. The rest is history. [Who's story?]