I push open the door and automatically, I am greeted by the cool air in the police station. Immediately I forget what the warm Detroit weather feels like.

The police station's floors are so clean that I can see the reflection of the lights hanging from the ceiling. The lobby is gigantic, with the receptionist counter stretching out across the room. There's people sitting in the waiting area, looking like they're preoccupied and in their own thoughts. No one seems to pay attention to T.V. hung on the wall.

"Tensions in the Arctic has reached a new level, with a Russian carrier and an American patrol boat reported to have clashed"-

Boring. Give me the news about the increasing number of deviants this past week. Give me the news about the countless amount of rebelling Androids murdering tons of people everyday.

After all, that's what I'm here for.

Working solo as a detective and officer for the Los Angeles Police Department, I've been called for an offer for a special case to assist in from the Detroit Police Department. With a clean and perfect record of playing detective and successfully capturing over a hundred deviants, of course they would call me over for help. The things I've heard happening in Detroit with their countless deviants in the past month is completely new and seems a little unsettling to me, though. More and more Androids are beginning to defy their owners. A possible deviant revolution seems to be taking place. A civil war is perhaps in Detroit's horizon. In Los Angeles, the hardest deviant case for me was when an Android aggressively pushed its owner in his home and fled by bus, hiding in an abandoned building in a neighboring state. The case lasted about five days, aka the longest five days of my life. If I couldn't handle a silly little case about an Android who simply just pushed its owner, how can I handle a possible violent deviant uprising in Detroit?

However, when I got the call, it opened my eyes. It was like a sign for me to stop sitting on my fucking ass and to get up and to actually KICK some deviant ass. The deviant cases that I've worked with in Los Angeles were extremely smooth and effortless. Most of them took about two days and mostly ended with a scared little deviant that has been hiding in an abandoned area getting caught. Easy peasy. They don't even fight back. I just cuff them, disable them, and voila. I'm done. It came to me that living a life where I had no challenges to get in my way was a pointless life. Might as well quit my job if I'm just wasting time with these little easy cases with no potential for my improvement.

I called them back as soon as I got their call and accepted their offer right away. No way am I going to spend the rest of my life working in cases that don't challenge my true potential. That's not what I'm going to stand for. So, in my long five years of working in the Los Angeles Police Department, I never would've imagined moving into the #1 Android capital city of America; Detroit.

I always thought of Detroit as a futuristic city, way more futuristic than Los Angeles or any of the other cities. After all, Detroit is the top producer of Androids, mass producing millions of them each and everyday. In Los Angeles, I always pictured Detroit as a city that was 20 years ahead of all the other cities and states, with Androids everywhere and tall technological buildings and cars that can go on WATER and streets that are so advanced that there's never an accident with the self automated cars crashing into one another.

However, now that I'm here, if you blindfolded me in Los Angeles, brought me all the way to Detroit, Michigan, removed my blindfold, and told me that we were STILL in Los Angeles... I'd still believe you. In my opinion from staying here so far, there's no huge difference between Detroit and LA, other than the cool weather.

Oh, and the fact that Detroit has androids everywhere, unlike Los Angeles.

And I thought that L.A. had androids everywhere. We only had them for construction workers, taxi drivers, and maybe waiters and waitresses for restaurants, if you were in one that was fancy enough, that is. You would see a couple walking down the street, running errands for their owners, but that was it. However in Detroit, it's like a whole new dimension. Not only are there Androids as independent shop owners, there's a 5:1 ratio of them to humans walking around the city. It's haunting to see so many faces walk and swarm past you, but yet they all have plastic emotions plastered on.

There's even a line of them working at the reception counter facing me, and two as security guards guarding the offices in the station. There's even one behind me, probably programmed to stand there for the same reasons as the others; for security.

I feel like I don't have a valid reason to why I dislike Androids. Most people who hate them have had their jobs stolen by them, and while my father's job was taken away by an Android, that's still not a reason why I dislike those robots. Maybe it's because they don't feel real emotions and feelings. Maybe it's because that no matter how kind they are to me, they were probably programmed to act that way. They do not feel pain, happiness, nor sadness. In the end, they're a bunch of machines programmed to act a certain way. Even their smiles are fake, probably all coded and wired up inside their machinery. And yet they stand and coexist with humans, walking around acting just like us. They don't deserve to be like that. They don't deserve to be treated as equally as humans because, well, they're not. They're not like us. They're just electronic companions that don't feel shit. They're objects.

They are all just emotionless pieces of plastic.