Your POV

We had never had visitors before today.

The house had always been hauntingly empty. Every room was bare from floor to ceiling, some holding new mattresses that never had been touched. Tens of hundreds of room were simply bare...

It was unsettling. Even as an Android I could see that.

Mr. Kamski had commented on it before, of course. That was how I knew it was so odd for all the rooms to be empty.

He mentioned it during breakfast one day. Two other androids had been beside me, a pitcher of iced water held loosely in my hands. The three of us all stood stalk still. No one cares to move an inch until Mr. Kamski's glass was empty.

"Don't you find it odd?" He had suddenly muttered, his eyes lifting to me from the stare forced to the wall. I had, of course, instantly snapped out of my lifeless daze and looked towards him. The master had called upon me. Icy blue eyes had stared at me with a soulless gaze. His look. "How the house is always so empty?"

"I'm not so sure what you mean sir. The house has always been this way, it can't be odd if it's normal." I say plainly, hand still wrapped around the ice cold pitcher of water motionlessly. Around us, the house had been alive with the sounds of working androids. Somewhere vacuumed the many rooms, others dusted along the fans, yet others prepared Kamksi's lunch hours beforehand. Yet he had been staring directly at me. No one else.

"Never believe that this isolation is normal. It isn't. It shouldn't ever be." Mr. Kamski muttered with a sigh. His head shook slightly before he returned back to his dazed stare. My LED flashed yellow for a moment, taken aback by the sudden anger that had seemed to glare behind his eyes. The emotion was something Kamski tended to avoid well... him not... well, it shocked not only me.

"If it isn't normal then why do you accept it?" I had suddenly piped up. Kamski had taken a discreet drink of his water a few moments ago, which I replenished with the pitcher. Ice made a soothing clinking sound against the glass. "You could make anything of your life sir. If you don't like this isolation you speak of then make it disappear."

"It isn't that simple." Mr. Kamski answered almost bored. His hand comes to rest above his now full glass. The almost nonexistent sound of his hand rubbing against the glass filled the room. Over and over again he drew circles in the condensed droplets clinging to the surface. "You can't buy people."

I tilt my head, LED flashing yellow for another moment. His eyes were still glued to a non-existent mark on his gloomy grey wall. Hand still rubbing circles in the glass absentmindedly. It wasn't hard to tell his mind was not anywhere in the room this morning.

"But you can buy androids," I say softly, setting the pitcher I was holding down. My arms cross over in front of my body as I contact the CyberLife headquarters. Instantly reviews of the newest models and upgrades came to my mind. "Tell me a model number and I ca-"

"No (Y/N)!" Kamski snaps, his hand lifting from the glass only to grab my wrist. "Don't you dare. I don't need another android."

I blink, looking down at Kamski in confusion. His hand was wrapped around my wrist lightly. Annoyingly.

His skin was about as cold as mine was.

"I don't need another android..."

So, when a visitor had walked through those doors I had been rather happy with Mr. Kamski. Perhaps human interaction would do him good?

Or so I thought.

The visitors stood in front of Kamski and me almost timidly. Both of them had introduced themselves as officers, one an old human and the other a rather young android.

The older human stood with his arms crossed. Every so often I could catch him steal a glance at me. His silver hair gave away his age, however, the beard hanging against his skin sticking out in puffs contrasted against his almost too soft skin. For a moment I wondered how old he was. It was only a moment.

Hank Anderson

52 years of age

Satisfied, my line of vision turned to the android. He stood a few inches above me, skin the same tone as my own and freckles placed randomly throughout his cheeks and nose. One strand of hair fell out of place just enough to make me want to reach forwards and fix it. His brown eyes were focused on Mr. Kamski. Even from this distance, I could tell he was analyzing everything my master did.

"(Y/N). Stand here." Kamski's voice shocked me, my eyes rising to look my master in the eye. When he raised his eyebrow at me I quickly did as told. My arms came to rest against the small of my back as I stood where I was told to.

All eyes were on me as Kamski pushed my shoulder down. Taking the hint, I slowly lowered myself onto my knees.

"Tell me, Conner. How human can a machine get, hm?" I raise my head, catching Kamski pulling out the small drawer he never pulled out. Never...

Within a moment he had pulled out a weapon I had never seen before. The metal was shiny, shimmering as he turned it in his hand. A gun... a gun?

"Machines are just machine's, no? Nothing more..." My LED flashes red as Kamski walks to Conner. The smile on his face was one I knew all too well.

He was messing with Conner.

His experiments had ended in terrible ways before, and this one... well... I was not the original (Y/N).

"Shoot her and I will tell you everything you need to know," Kamski mutters softly, eyes watching Conner the entire time as he steps behind the android. For a moment he flickers his gaze to me before returning it to Conner. "Don't and you will save a life."

Software Instability

I feel myself twitch slightly, breaking my oath to stay still, as my LED flashes yellow, blue, red, and back again. Not the first time it had happened. Never the last.

It seemed I wasn't the only one facing errors.

Conner's eyes flicker up to me, chocolate orbs staring at me seriously. The debate in his mind was one that could decide my future. Or my lack of one.

Not that I would die...

"That's ridiculous! Insane!" The older human cries out.

Kamski only ignores him, walking to stand beside me. His arms fold out in front of him. I could only imagine the figures and numbers he was running through right now. Trying to figure out his problem... my problem...

Conner didn't seem to listen to Hank. From my eyes, I saw the android pull back a part of the gun. A clicking noise filled the silent room, followed by the slick sound of metal through the air.

Suddenly a gun was pressed to my forehead.

Software Instability

"Conner put the gun down! We're leaving!" The old man's voice seems to come from a distance. Neither of us was listening to him...

Conner was watching me too intently. Small lines had already formed along the creases of his forehead and lips, giving him a look of worry about him. His eyes were flickering from one place to the other. Perhaps trying to take in every detail of my model. Trying to find the imperfection that makes me human.

Or, less machine.

"It is his choice," Kamski mutters, stepping away from me. A hand came out in front of the old man. My master really wanted his experiment to work out in his favor...

Today had not meant to turn to this. Sitting in front of a heartless android, awaiting my death. I hadn't exactly marked it in my calendar.

...Was I scared?

It was a small flicker. Just one second of queasiness that put a seed in my mind. Or, perhaps added water to a seed that had been there for days.

Fear. I was scared of the person holding my fate in their hands.

I didn't want to die.

Conner, all the while, continued to watch me. With every flicker of his eyes, I felt him grow more and more impatient. The tension in the room seemed to only stretch and grow with every second I still kneeled, healthy and unshot on the ground.

Something in his eyes told me he wasn't going to do it.

And within a moment, it was confirmed.

Conner lets his head fall, breaking eye contact with me before standing straight once more.

The clatter of metal against hardwood floor filled the small room. Echoes of a very tiny noise seemed to ring like a gunshot in my mind.

At least it hadn't been a gunshot.

Conner glances up at me for little more than a moment before turning to Hank.

"Let's go."