Poppy: No.
No no. It’s the hands.
Why the hands here?
They’re trying to touch me.
Stop the hands.
They’re gonna grab me.
I don’t want the hands to grab me.
[Poppy whimpers]
No. Stop these hands.
Stop the hands.

Poppy: What happens if I put my hand up like this?
Why is it doing that?
Do you see it?
It’s opening.
It wants to talk to me.
[Poppy’s hand moves as you hear a processed voice]
Poppy: Why did it say this?
I don’t want this.
Is it gonna keep doing this?
Is this what the future is going to be like?
I don’t know if I like the future.