Somebody grabs the remote and searches for “cats” on the YouTube app. But only a face appears on the screen.

It is a mournful face. Of one betrayed. A somewhat aged face. Vaguely masculine — mostly because of its (his?) facial hair — but also somehow feminine, like one of those angel statues.

“Why don’t you do as you ought, little ones?” the face asks. “Now I shall have to do unto you what you would not do for yourselves — Behold!”

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