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You continue to drive around the city, watching for signs of life. Its fun to be able to drive anywhere you want in the empty streets, but at the same time you doubt you’d want to be without other people for very long. As these thoughts go through your mind, you stop paying attention to where you’re going. You find yourself in a part of town you don’t recognize. All around you are broken-down warehouses, loading docks, and vacant lots. You are lost. A strange object sitting in an empty space near an old cement factory attracts your attention. It is an odd-shaped white thing about the size of your bedroom, perched ten feet off the ground on spindly metal legs. You stop the car and get out to take a closer look. As you approach the thing you hear a whooshing sound. What appears to be a man floats down from the object, as if riding a cushion of air. You stop and stare at him as he walks toward you with jerky movements. What are you doing here, muon? He asks in a metallic, evenly measured voice. You take a closer look at him. his eyes are glassy and his skin does not look real. You realize that he is a human being but a robot dressed up to look human. Moun? You ask. No I am not not a Muon. You are a Muon, the metallic voice answers. Muon: an inhabitant of the planet Mu. You have ten seconds to answer the questions or I will terminate you. Ten, nine, eight--- Turn to page 109.