SIMS
"Fan out!" Luca shouted. "They could still be in the building!"
He doubted it, but that might be just what they wanted him to do: figure they'd taken off and go on a wild search through the streets, leaving them safe right here, laughing at him. That was what they'd expect him to do, only this time he wouldn't.
"Everyone take a floor, take a hall, go from room to room. Look for a baby, a newborn baby girl."
"Th-third floor," the old man cried, cringing.
"Take me there!"
A few minutes later he was standing before a plate-glass window, staring at the rows of bassinets, only half a dozen of them occupied. To his right a frightened new mother cried out and asked him what was wrong. He ignored her.
These babies, all so human looking. But that didn't mean the sim baby couldn't be among them. No way to tell. The safest thing would be to kill all the girls, but he didn't know if he could do such a thing.
Luca turned and began a stumbling trot back toward the elevators. Only one thing to do now.
Run.