November 5th, 2038. 3:24PM
Y/N powered back on. Her system began to reboot, alerting her of her memory reset and gave the green signal that all of her biocomponents and other inner workings were stabilized and functioning properly.
Voices echoed around. Human voices, Y/N detected. Opening her eyes, she looked around at her surroundings. On both of her sides different android models were standing still on display and dressed in their uniforms, their LEDs flashing blue.
A young girl around eleven years old wandered up to Y/N, her eye looking around at her in wonder. Y/N gave her a subtle smile, and the girl giggled.
"Come along, dear," her mother called to her, and she skipped away.
Y/N looked around again. The store she was in was lit brightly, the white walls and marble floors adding to the brightness. The employees were all dressed in red-and-white shirts and black pants, and they were all showing off the various androids to customers in order to make a sale. She overheard one employee offering a pre-owned female android with blonde hair for a low price to a couple.
"There it is," a man's voice said from in front of her.
Two men standing before Y/N was the store manager, and the customer next to him was a tall, stout man who wore dark-washed jeans, a stained green shirt, and a dark jacket.
"It was a bit difficult getting it back in working order," the store manager explained. "It was really messed up."
The other man scoffed in a sarcastic manner.
"What did you say happened to it again?" asked the manager as he adjusted his square-framed glasses.
"The car hit it," the customer replied in a conforming voice. "Stupid accident."
"I see. Well, anyway, it's as good as new. Except that we had to reset it, meaning we had to wipe its memory. I hope you don't mind."
"It'll be fine."
The manager seemed to be taken aback at the man's tone of voice, but proceeded with informing him of Y/N's status.
"Okay," he nodded. "Did you give it a name?"
"My daughter did."
Stepping closer to Y/N now, the manager called it her, "AX400, what is your name?"
The stout man stepped in front of her, stared her in the eye and replied, "Y/N."
"My name is Y/N," she repeated.
Within a few minutes, the man, who reminded her that his name was Sungjin, had paid for the repairs, and Y/N followed him out of the CyberLife store. His beat up, brown truck was parked by the sidewalk, and when he unlocked it, he immediately unlocked the driver's side and got in.
"Well, get in," he ordered Y/N after rolling the passenger window down.
She obeyed, and after sitting down Sungjin turned on the engine and drove off.
The drive from the city to Sungjin's house was about twenty minutes. He lived in the suburbs outside of Seoul, and the ride there didn't have much scenery to look at; Y/N stared out the window anyway. The late afternoon was pretty busy as citizens were either going home from work or their lunch break, students were getting out of school for the day, and millions of signs and posters were promoting idols, products, various businesses, and promotions for CyberLife androids. Among the humans, there were also dozens of androids working various jobs such as construction, grounds keeping, and even a crossing guard for some of the elementary school students.
The further out they drove, the more factories Y/N saw, showing off the more industrial side of Seoul. There was even a billboard welcoming others to Seoul.
At one point, she spotted a homeless man sitting against the wall of a café, holding a sign that read, "I LOST MY JOB BECAUSE OF ANDROIDS! HELP ME!"
Y/N didn't remember anything before having her memory wiped, but after seeing the man's sign she figured there was some division of human opinions on androids.