I was some anti-social girl and the family I was with kept going to therapy lesons to try and fix someone else i think. I eventually somehow figured out that the lssons were meant to trick me into giving information, and that my “family” didn’t exist. I started seeing them as the robats they were, which were clunky and primitive looking. They just put out som esort of aura that made you see them as real humans or something. My “therapsist” was in on it, but felt bad and tried to help me. She gae me some glowing block with a sntencil to roughly draw letters in the robot’s language. When I wrote it down and showed it to my “father” he hit me in the head with a frying pan, which my “monther” then tried to melt.
Later, I was with Chad, I think. We were at some party and some minor character from Ghostbusters was thre. We wanted to get a picture of us with er. there was also some musical contest going on and I tried telling Chad to give me more Fela Kuti.