An android stepped into the Cyberlife wasteland in London. He scanned the rubble of completely broken biocomponents and androids. Stains of grime covered them. A lot of them were missing parts.
The android sighed and continued his search through the graveyard.
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A pale-'skinned', black-haired android sat among the destroyed mechanisms. His LED was flashing red. His black coat with his model name, SH400, was disheveled. His blue scarf, which was given to him by his human, was torn. His purple shirt was ripped open, a couple buttons were missing, and thirium came from where his thirium pump regulator was supposed to be.
He had gotten into a fight with an evil Irishman and his android. Because the two were thought to be civilians, SH400 was at fault. Poor Dr. Watson lost his best friend of an android.
He watched as his life slowly counted down, regretting every second of attacking the man and his android.
SH400 heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up to see an android with equally pale 'skin', reddish-brown hair, and a suit. The suit jacket had his model: MH700. The android seemed to also carry an umbrella.
SH400 stayed silent and watched as the other walked towards him. "What did you do this time..?" The red-haired had a sad tone.
MH700 kneeled in front of him. "Mycroft.." SH400 finally mumbled. Mycroft looked at the other's optics. "Sherlock."
Mycroft scanned the place where Sherlock's thirium pump regulator should've been before placing his over his own. This caused the black-haired to tilt his head. Mycroft started opening his suit, which caused the shorter to weakly raise an arm to stop him. "Don't.."
The red-haired stared at the android he calls his brother. He continued what he was doing. "Our hearts are compatible." Mycroft took out his regulator, which made Sherlock have a panicked look. "Stop.."
Sherlock tried stopping his brother from putting the regulator in, but was too weak. Mycroft got it in and moved away. Sherlock saw the warnings go away, and he crawled to Mycroft who was now lying on the muddy ground. "Mycroft.."
Mycroft smiled and looked at Sherlock. His shutdown was counting down. Sherlock tried getting Mycroft off of his stomach. Smart. He was on his stomach so that Sherlock couldn't give the regulator back. The black-haired started mumbling while synthetic tears fell from his eyes. "Mycroft, please.."
After a minute, Mycroft closed his eyes and shutdown. Sherlock backed away and covered his face woth his hands, sobbing.
He stayed like that for about an hour before he stood. He looked around and found a sharp piece of broken biocomponent. Sherlock moved it to his LED and took it out. He started walking to leave the graveyard and find Dr. Watson.
