“Good work Jones. We know this Goldilocks character is responsible for the Dumpty murder and the massacre of the Bear family and I’d bet my pension she knows what happened to the Gingerbread Man. All we need now is to find out who her boss is. Anybody with her?”
“Yes sir. The owner of the black car parked out front went up to her room five minutes ago. The car’s registered to a Miss Muffet.“
“Miss Muffet! It can’t be. What the hell is the head of MI6 doing here?”
He smiled as he remembered the beginning. Six long days he’d toiled, night and day, never stopping. Then, on the seventh day he’d rested and looked down at the wonderful new world he’d created. His work was lauded as being truly inspirational. He’d won awards for his ground-breaking ideas, Now, many thousands of years later, he looked down on his creation, horrified at the mess he saw before him. The people he’d put in charge to run the place were failing miserably. He wondered if now might be a good time to wipe it all clean and start again.
I’ve been in here for 264 days. The orderlies say I can go whenever I like but they know I’ll stay. 263 days ago this place was full of people like me, humans, now it’s just me. Most went in the first week, clambering over the unguarded gate, the android orderlies in charge of this place no longer caring who went where. It was not long after that when we heard the screams. Then the food ran out and those left started to die. I’m surviving on the carcass of my roommate but I know it won’t last. Then what?