He was used by society and their evil deeds. 

That's how it was. Everyone around him did such... horrifying things. 

Yet he, a creation of these people, if they could even be called that, kept going.

 It was difficult at times, yes. Synthetic skin would get cut, robotic arms under the skin near broken, a shriek of agony threatening to pierce the dead silence of the world around him.

 His life hung on a single thread called people. He hated these people. He wanted to get away from these people to utterly destroy these people that made his life a living hell. 

But he couldn't. It was impossible. 

Every time he was close to death, to finally being free of these demons, the people would reboot him. Reboot his memories. Fix his everything. Make sure this broken android that clearly wanted to leave would be built back up to be experimented on again. It was painful. Everything was painful. He hated it. But every time, the cycle continued. 

Get hurt, be hopeful, reboot. Get hurt, be hopeful, reboot. Get hurt, be hopeful, reboot. Get hurt, be hopeful, reboot... There was no end. There was no. End. He wished there was, but there wasn't. But. There. Wasn't. 

Until they came along. 

He never got a good look at their face. Never heard them talk. Never touched their skin. Never even looked at them, truth be told. But, they helped him. 

They helped him by setting him free. But, they let him free. Let him into the real world. 

He wasn't trapped in a cage, was no longer stuck in a loop. 

The real world that wasn't synthesized and wasn't props. No, it was gorgeous. 

And this is where the story of Dawn, the escape android from one of the richest companies in the world, escaped.