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As the day progresses you realize that all of your friends and all of your colleagues, those who you love and those who you respect, have been replaced by identical looking robots.

There is nothing you can do to stop the rise of these clone automatons so you would do well just to accept your Fate.

This will come about half an hour after you finish work.

Your final memory, before you meet the same end as all of humanity, will be a swift and sure death at the hands of your mechanical doppelganger.