>P, Bond with Sense, bring it some saltHeh. Salt. The smug android drags himself over to the containment cell, bag of salt in hand, with an absolutely bumfuzzled expression.
"Why salt?"
Employee P steps to the table and phone set in front of the table.
P: So, TV. Simple enough. Ain't gotta do much of anything.
He places the bag on the table before moving to turn the TV on.
P: Say, buddy buddy. How about you get me something I'll like, aight? Just between the two of us.
P: Machine solidarity.
The signal begins to clear up and focus into a readable image, as it usually does.
A rockstar android stands before a crowd of ravenous fans. He looks similar to Employee P.
ANOMALY: "Rock and roll, baby! Rock and roll! We're gonna break another record today!"
P: Fuck yeah! I can get behind this!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOcABtJTpho <span class="mu-i">Remember. TV is nothing without an audience!</span>
The rockstar starts playing some nasty licks on the guitar of his.
ANOMALY: "This is to all of my Slasher fans! You the real ones out here, doing all the hard work!"
ANOMALY: "Ain't nothing better than beating up someone who deserves it! Lose yourself to the groove!"
Employee P nods his head along to the song that the TV is blaring with a stupid grin on his face.
P: Damn. People were complaining about this thing? This is the best one yet!
The show goes on peacefully until the end of the song. The rockstar rips one last lick before diving head first into the crowd.
ANOMALY: "I'll be the biggest star of this decade! Watch me fly, mama! Watch ME FLY!"
The rockstar disappears into the horde, which quickly surrounds where he lands.
ANOMALY: "The crowd screams...and they scream for me. Glory comes at such a heavy price."
His voice gets drowned out quickly by the people surrounding him.
No more music is playing. There's only the sound of crunching metal and ravenous cries from the horde.
Employee P watches on in a mix of morbid curiosity and utter disgust.
Another android walks up to the microphone the other left behind.
ANOMALY: "That's going to be the end of our show. May we forever remember Neon Slasher and his patron, Mr. G-"
The signal starts to flicker and weaken.
P: Come on! Tell me who it was, that was the coolest guy yet!
Despite Employee P's cries, the signal cuts out. No more TV this hour.
Employee P shakes his head.
P: What a shame. What a damn shame. <span class="mu-b">Can't even remember his name, huh?</span>
Employee P stands up and exits the containment cell.
Hm. You're not sure if the salt made it react in any way.
