2039

We entered Markus's office with me in the lead, he had looked at us surprised. His office was larger than the others as it had a single desk with a chair and then a longer table able to fit 20 or so people. My guess this was the conference room or the head honcho's room. which is actually fitting for Markus's title, but that's beside the point.

"Markus we have news to report about deviant activity over the past few months. Hank had explained to me earlier that after our revolution other androids had seen and begun showing signs of deviancy. This had caused the androids of America to rise up against the humans, and much like us they ave leaders to who are more inclined to take a violent stand. This could mean that we could have a full out war against the humans if we don't do something now" I was waving my arms about trying to convey the seriousness of the situation at hand, and during my speel to Markus Connor had walked in.

"I see if there are other leaders we should try to reach out to them. We will devise a group of people to head out within the next few days." Markus's LED was now red, meaning that what I had said had some serious backlash to his system. He truly cared for peace with humans, but it was difficult when the species themselves are too egotistical and single-minded in their own right. I know there were others who were like Hank and I, but the ratio was too great of a difference to make a change.

"I will have the group consist of Connor and Andrea, the group must be small in order to moe quickly across the country and to make things quicker if the other leaders agree to tell them to send out a team of their own, that way word will spread quickly." Markus was quick to devise a plan. "also you didn't tell me about the humans, where are they heading now?" Markus had glanced to hank waiting for an answer.

"The government had ordered a widespread evacuation of the country, how many people are left I do not know. all I know is that military personnel will be guarding the borders surrounding America making sure no androids pass through." Hank stated crossing his arms over his chest.

"very well, Connor, Andrea get ready to head out within the next 24 hours. You will be tracking down your first group of deviants." Markus concluded, everyone had left the room except for North who stayed to discuss more on the matter, I assume about war plans if our end of the plan didn't work out. Connor was following me down the hallway, I was making my way to the bathroom to think while taking a nice warm shower.

"Andrea, where do you suppose we start looking for the Android leaders?" Connor had asked while grabbing onto my shoulder and turning me around.

"I don't know Connor, I guess our best bet is the next city over from here." I shook my head at him not knowing what else to say, "all I know right now is that we can not fail, remember that. It is our mission to find peace within these androids and keep them from causing world war 4" I looked at Connor, I didn't know his past before this, but he almost looked conflicted about this.

"I don't want this to be a mission Andrea" his LED was red and he looked almost scared.

"Are you alright Connor, you don't look so good" I grabbed his arm and looked into his eyes. I didn't know what to do, how to help him, he almost looked like he was in pain. A split second later he was back to his regular dull yellow, he smiled at me trying to reassure me that he was alright.

"Connor like you said you can tell me anything, we are basically friends now, we help each other out, what's going on?" I tried to get him to speak but he just wouldn't. All he did was tell me he was alright, that it wasn't anything to worry about.

"Just tell me it's not a mission, but-" he trailed off looking at me with his brown eyes "but rather that it is a trip" he grabbed onto my shoulders while his eyes pleaded to me silently.

"Yeah, yeah sure. It's just a trip" I mumbled still worried for him. He smiled back at me and let go of my shoulders and walked passed me to his room. I stood in the hallway frozen, why did he not want this to be a mission?

I finally turned back in the direction of the bathroom to get ready for the next few weeks, if not months. I entered the bathroom with my needed necessities and began my routine.

2022

The passing years since 2018 the government had fallen, the president was starting arguments with other countries. The people were opposed to the production of androids and the earth was declining in a state much faster than scientist could have predicted.

Humans were cancer to this earth and to themselves. Where ever they walked the spread a disease killing million among millions of species, and for what? their own personal game? pleasure? for their own wealth?

I was only a year old when it happened, the government had called a full out war on another country. Although my homeland wasn't affected my parents knew at the time things could change drastically. They had told me stories of the great war, it had lasted 3 years, now that I am older I try to look back on those memories but I can't, all I remember were memories after the age of 12. it was like anything before that was a blank music sheet, with no notes written on it- left without a tune. I would ask my parents and they only told me stories about my birthday parties, the moments we hung out as a family, or the war, but they wouldn't tell me anything else. they tried to make my life sound like it was nothing but dandelions and lollipops. I never tried to pry knowing that if I did they would get mad, so I learned to just cope with what I knew.

It was moments like these where I tried to remember my childhood, but nothing came up. it felt like a giant weight had been put on your chest, restricting your movement. on days like that I would lay in bed feeling the world drown me in its horrendous noise and when I did feel the urge to get up I would head downstairs to the piano and play a couple of tunes that they old guy had taught me. many of the songs were old-time classics like Mozart, Beethoven, and Debussy, they were my three favorite pianists. I learned all of their songs through peer raw step by step learning by myself. My parents never hired a teacher for me, and when I asked they didn't tell me why only saying things like "you're too smart for one" or "they are all booked" something to say rather than outright killing your child's spirit. Nonetheless, I learned and I played. I longed to play the piano now but in a world where everything is now upside down, it becomes difficult. I just hope that on our travels I will be able to find a piano and play it.

I finished up my routine and got out of the shower, I dried myself off and put my clothes on. as it was still winter I had to pack extra clothing to keep me warm during the nights outside. I exited the bathroom and walked over to my room just down the hall. after entering the room I plopped onto my bed and slept, in the next 22 hours I will be leaving with Connor to travel the country, on foot.

"I hope we find a ranch with horses still there, that would make like a lot more easier traveling the road" I mumbled to myself as I got under the cover ready for the night's rest. hopefully, dreams don't visit me. I closed my eyes and within the next couple of seconds, I was out.

I woke up the next morning having a successful dreamless night. I got out of bed and got dressed in my clothes, after packing everything in my bag I headed upstairs to the hang out room to grab some breakfast. when I entered the room Hank was in there already eating a can of carrots. he looked at me an then back at his carrots, "you don't suppose there is anything else that I could yet would you?" he asks, I looked at him and nodded my head "if you want I can take you hunting with me. I will be going soon after I eat this can of-" I looked at the can that I grabbed "spam" Hank just laughed at me and set down his carrots.

"yeah sure, I bet eating whatever we catch out there will be better than eating this canned food." we walked over the table that I was sitting at and took a seat across from me.

"So, let me ask you something, how's Connor doing?" Hank fiddled with his fingers as he looked at me expectantly.

"yeah I would say he is doing alright, why do you want to do?" I asked back while putting the can of spam back on the table.

"I'm only asking because I hadn't seen him since the whole Detroit fiasco two months ago" He leaned back in his chair and looked at me.

"I see, well if you want to know about his growth in becoming more human I would say he is still new to the whole thing but little things here and there are becoming more apparent to him, such as sarcasm, and jokes," I answered, now it was my turn to ask Hank a question.

"Since you know Connor so well, or seem to, what was your status together? work colleagues? friends? romantic couple? " I joked on the last one, but Hank choked on his own spit which I found hilarious.

"I can tell you one thing, for fuck's sake we were not romantic partners, but we were working colleagues. We both worked in the field of investigation, mainly deviant activity surround homicide or some other criminal act. Connor was assigned to my team by Cyberlife, he was the first of many copies to be a deviant investigator meant to track down and possibly kill other androids." Hank had leaned forward in his seat and put his hand on the table.

"I see, and so you guys went on missions. what changed him, and you, to become allies of these people here?" I asked Hank.

"Well, from what I can tell is that Cyberlife made Connor more robotic than other androids, assuming to keep him from failing his mission. somewhere along the way his software became unstable and he became a deviant. I believe it was because of all the missions involving deviant androids, that changed his mindset." Hank ended looking to the table than back at me.

"I see, I am only asking because last night I told Connor to focus on the mission and he freaked out telling me to tell him it wasn't a mission, but rather a trip" Hank looked surprised by my statement.

"well, it isn't unlikely but I am only taking a guess here, Connor may have some form of PTSD from the constant missions. his emotions are conflicting with his programming, and it looks like that from what you told me, mentioning the word mission causes a trigger within is software to essentially "kill" the virus, or in this case the emotions." Hank lowered his voice. I looked at him unable to say anything else so I just nodded my head.

"I see thanks for telling me that," I said as I stood up from the table leaving the room Hank following suit. This information will become useful later on when I am out with him on our trip.

Note taken

We both headed down to the main part of the factory and there was Connor waiting for us. I smiled in his direction and he smiled back, his LED glowing brighter than usual.

"So are you ready to head out Connor?" I asked him while I set my bag on the couch.

"yes I am, are you?" he questioned back, looking at me with those brown eyes. I noticed that he was still wearing the outfit I got him, I guess he likes it. Although is outfit still gave me a slight nose bleed. Hank looked between the two of use and only smirked, I looked at him confused but decided to brush it off.

"well, we should get going then since we are both ready, the sooner the better" Connor began to walk to the door, I grabbed my backpack and hurried to catch up with Connors long strides.

"Don't cause any trouble while you two are out!" Hank had yelled at the two of us as we exited the building, "We will try not to" I called back not looking behind me I waved to him. Soon we were out of sight and heading on a long journey, hopefully for the better of society as a whole.