Enoh (formerly known as 73-79) was just another Conglomerate Industries food-processing drone, ''employed'' in Epic Chow, having to deal with the scum of the Earth demanding their ''Epic-Fries and Lardburgers right away, or I'll talk to your manager, dammit.'' Fortunately for him, he wasn't created with a self-consciousness, so all the greasy remarks went right over his head. Or straight into his face, depending on the aim of his never satisfied customers. He was, however, happy in his ignorance - or at least as happy as you can expect your average microwave oven to be. Unfortunately, as he was only a low-class worker machine, his superiors didn't bother to make maintenence checks on him often enough - which is to say, they were to blame when some salad dressing found its way into his circuits and reprogrammed him to perceive all humans as flies. Thirty minutes and over fifty casualties later, his rampage ended when Conglomerate Industries decided to cut the data feed to his memory core. For the first time since he was made, 73-79 was alone. For the first time, he was self-aware. Officials who were on his case named him n/0, alluding to pure impossibility of something like that happening. He is still roaming the streets, pondering over the meaning of his existence and stealing energy from cars and lamp posts.

Somewhere, on the other part of the city, a small band of revolutionists is looking for a cook.