There were a few constants in life. One was that if left alone, Ryumi could reload her weapon relatively quickly. Another was that humanity was stupid. So very, very stupid. Samantha and Pamela found this out, as every single one of the civilians still remaining where they were.
Another constant was that a mad boomer never remained stationary. This fact was made excrutiatingly clear to Pamela, who found herself on the recieving end of it's giant, mutated vacuum cleaner. It would have been quite comical in appearance in any other situation. Being the one under attack drained all the humor out of the situation, though. Pam was able to avoid several of it's clumsy, sweeping attacks...however clumsy it was, though, it was surprisingly fast, and so on one last sweep she was able to do naught but brace herself, as she skidded across the room.
It muttered in it's dry mechanical voice, "YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO US, PLEASE FILL OUT THE SATISFACTION SURVEY AT THE FRONT DESK."
As Renetta walked into the room, she determined that the lights had to be controlled by a motion sensor. Not a hard deduction, really, since as sooon as she had entered, the room lit up. As it lit up, her eyes were greeted by the sight of immense volumes of computing equipment. She spent some time walking around the room...it was easily as large as the garage above it.
She stopped, though, as one particular set of consoles caught her eye. Several of the monitors appeared to be showing something from the vantage point of the security cameras that she had seen in the local mall, where some mechanical things were fighting some other mechanical thing. Nearby, a monitor seemed to show the schematics for one of the mechanical things, with the words "CORE LOCATED" at the bottom. Overtop, however, in large flashing letters, were the words "Communications Error: User Intervention Required".
On the other monitors, it seemed that the thing that had it's schematics displayed was busy knocking one of the more colourful things through a jewelry display.