Civil War…

The beginnings of the end times that bring some together or others apart. For androids, it meant that they were requesting freedom in peaceful protest to suggest they were alive, which I truly believed. To humans, it brought out fears that technology was turning on them, so they were killing androids and civilians help the government destroy them. In the end, the androids had to be cleaned up. So Cliffe Industries took over to clean up as if a guardian angel had sent them there. The company even went so far as to buy Cyberlife out.

Cliffe Industries had taken to clearing out the facility of all data, androids and important machinery. They even went so far as to take the broken-down androids that the government wanted to dispose of. Moving it all to a facility up north, they were sure to keep it from public records or gossip rags. Then mysteriously, the United States paid out a sum to Cliffe industries to buy CyberLife's land and building after it was stripped to nothing more than an empty office building. Now the United States doesn't deal in Androids, meanwhile Canada does. Specifically speaking, Victoria Island and Spar Island that now held large facilities where the contents were shipped.

Of course, my father, Daniel Sutcliffe, did all this to make me happy. I went to him one morning and asked him to help the androids discreetly by implementing my plan to buy it out and send it to the islands in Canada. My father did just as I asked with the condition that I keep my act straight for a while. Not hard to do since he just gave me everything I wanted. Humans were harsh to androids in the U.S. but not here. I would fix them and start production on blue blood and components. Maybe, just maybe, we can give them hope once more that a life is possible without humans abusing them.

Joke of all of this was that this was all a favor for a friend that I owe a lot to. He kept me out of the American Juvenile hall system. His name was Lt. Hank Anderson. Since I paid him with some of my allowance my father gives me, roughly $1.5 million, to get him to retire to the islands with his job request. The request of course was to fix the androids, specifically the one he wanted me to fix for him was a model named Connor. With great irritation, the job was accepted only because I owed him. If it wasn't for his help back in America, this job would have never been accepted.

The problem of the matter was that the first androids that came to us were beyond repair. Unfortunately, the parts were taken from them that were still functional and they were melted down to help make more parts. Hundreds of androids were at this point of no return. Connor was badly damaged as well but thanks to my father's data raid on the company servers there were back ups carefully logged to reload. The androids that were functional helped me get production up as I built my programming lounge to fix androids programming while simultaneously building an android repair ward. Once those facilities were made, I could fix Connor as well as the leader of the revolution that some of the functional androids identified as Markus. Great news, two new barely hopeful cases that a miracle could only fix.

Of course, my miracle's name was Eva. An android deviant that I met in America 7 years ago. She saved my life after she discovered terminal small cell lung cancer. Originally, I had only years to live, 15 years old at best. With her help and constant supervision, I can live till I'm 40 years old, which is great for a 17-year-old. There are plans in place to fix that, but her presence extends my life another year till they get a cure, which they are supposedly close. For now, I have a backup plan in place that is working its numbers. My focus was that she came to Canada with me to watch over me. Better off too since my parents are never around. She basically acts as a mom to me, which is sweet of her. While she was working on the physical repairs of Connor and Markus, I worked on the programming aspect. There was a control program that I was trying to erase. It took a lot of work, but with Hank on my ass, it was too important to finish.

A week of work later, the mission was accomplished. Connor was fixed with Eva working on Markus' physical repairs that should take a day or so to fix. The other androids were ecstatic to hear that they were okay. An android, named North, asked about him a lot so now she sits outside his room waiting. Begrudgingly I called Hank, just to tell him that Connor would wake soon. The response was instantaneous, I'M ON MY WAY!

Now was time to check the mirror. Eva always said to look my best with company, especially with all these androids around as guests. So, I moved across the hall to the bathroom. The hallway was long in the Repair Ward with dozens of rooms, most of them in use. The walls were made of a plain white plaster as silver metallic benches were set one between each room with three seats. The doors were a heavy silvery-steel with no handles that opened automatically for you with a slide to the right. Across the hall from Connor's repair room was my office housed with a bathroom. Something happened before I could reach even halfway across the hall though.

The world became a blurry haze of what it was formerly. Symptoms of dizziness, my mind conjured slowly, are a reminder of my cancer. One thought dominated my brain, I need to get Eva. All too late, I began to fall as someone caught me that I couldn't recognize with my current visionary impairment. A soft, feminine voice spoke to me as all I saw was orange long blurs with a black beanie, "Easy there. Here, sit down." She helped me to sit down on the bench by a door without really knowing where she put me for now until my vision cleared.

"Who-Who are you?... I can't see anything," my weakened vocal chords barely got out. These symptoms are getting worse, I thought. Eva, I need you, my thoughts cried out, where are you? Dumb question since I knew she was with Markus. Losing stability by the minute, it took her holding me up on the bench to keep me there. Even the ground seemed a blur as I stared at it like it was a masterpiece.

She held me up on the bench while she leaned me back to have me rest on the back of the bench and my head rested on the freezing plaster of the wall. She held my hand with obvious concern in her voice, "North… Remember, I'm the one with Markus. I know you're working hard but you are human. You need rest too. Take a break, kid. I know we all need help, but you are allowed to rest." Her voice was soothing me as my vision was very slowly clearing up. Odd, she almost calms me down like Eva does.

Simply nodding, the cold plaster made my mind start to function at capacity again. The next step was the water with the medicine that Eva left in my office. Barely audible, I squeezed her hand, "I need your help. There's medicine in my office. The door across the hall I was walking to. Can you help me there?" The androids here were increasingly helpful, probably will help me.

Feeling myself lifted off the bench, she put my arm around her shoulder as I felt her lean down to my height. Her strength kept me aloft as I walked with her. The door slid open to what I hoped was my office as I felt the squishy flooring under foot, definitely my office. Eva did this to my floor so that if I fell I wouldn't be hurt. I felt her set me down as the cushion of my chair cradled me comfortably. She spoke up as I heard her in front of me, "Where is your medicine? I can fill your cup on you desk in the bathroom sink with water. Is it in the bathroom too?"

Nodding once more was all I could do. Hearing her step away as the squishy flooring gave away her steps toward the bathroom. The sink turned on in a loud, echoing waterfall as the cabinet opened. All sounds I've heard a hundred times because of Eva. I jumped as North came out, touching my hand. She spoke up as the plastic cup of water and pills were put one in each hand. I took the pills and drank my water right after. With some difficulty, I swallowed both with a cough. I felt slightly better as the medicine began to work to clean up my vision, "Thank you, North. I owe you one."

"No, you don't. I owe you. You're helping fix Markus. He's what I owe you for," her tone held a certain level of thankfulness I only heard in anime's when a character talked about a lover. With a small grin of mine, she continued, "After the demonstration, I was sure we were scrap. Its admirable to do this, ya know."

I shook my head, regretting the small bout of dizziness it caused. The returning strength of my voice brought it to a casually normal tone for an empty room, "It was for Hank and the androids I was saving. I couldn't watch you all be destroyed. Unfortunately, I couldn't save all of you in time. But I will save as many as I can. Including Connor and Markus no matter how hopeless they looked." Determination to save them was the fuel to my fiery tone as I smiled, "You are twice the humans any of them are. So why wouldn't I save you?"

North lacked the words to say as I recognized her single shouldered long sleeve shirt with my recovering vision. With a wide smile, I continue onward with my statement, "You should go check on the others. Eva will call you when he's fixed. I'll be okay. I will get help to go back to Connor's room."

"I'll help you back to that room. Don't worry about it. I owe you remember. No arguing," she moved to help me up as I could walk with her easier. Then she helped me walk out of my office to Connor's room across the hall. She set me on a comfortable padded chair in the room as she smiled to me kindly, "There. You should rest here, okay? I'll be heading out to check on the others in the dormitories. Thank you again." She turned to leave as my vision finally cleared to see the room.

There was a wall cabinet made of blue steel that held blue blood and surgical tools. Those were Eva's tools of the craft. Below was a sink with cabinets under the black granite table. There my programming tools sat to help fix the coding of the androids. In the center of the room was a table where Connor lay, presumably running my tool-fix program. I hope I saved him, I thought, he deserves freedom not a collar. No more control program, just Connor. Until Hank gets here though, I think I'll sleep. This chair was comfortable. Slowly the world faded to black as I dozed off to dream of nothing, but a blank space filled with shadows.