The toys stand, posed, blankly staring as they spin on their pedestals, they didn't comprehend the fact the store was closing for the night. They didn't comprehend that there was no one to pose for. They had been told to pose, and so they would until told otherwise.
The people they had been were gone, erased, at least in part, the minds of those that had been transformed were backed up, compressed into long term storage on a harddrive in the back of the store.
The owner walked past the toys. the store locked up. It had been a good days, four new additions to the store, four new toys to sell like all the others.
Tim Organo
2025-04-05 15:24:47 +0000 UTC