You are a human, in a cult that is ran by a rouge robot. 608 of you humans were collectively hypnotized into believing he was your god. Obviously, you did not know this. You just saw him as your leader, nothing more. You were walking down the halls in one of the many buildings cultists built for everyone. You're glad Féarg picked up some builders and architects. Everyone was just fed some special stew with you didn't know what, but it was hella good. You were heading to your leader, Féarg's office because... You were new and needed a uniform. Everyone had a number on them. You were #608, a boring number. You peaked through the window and your leader was.. Drawing. Drawing like a child with crayons, barely staying in the lines. He looked to be pressing aggressively on the paper, considering the crayon was crumpling.