Elijah sat watching the late-night news on one of the glass windows along the wall of his house with a small smile. Even with Amanda's influence, RK800 hadn't pulled the trigger on the android leader known as Markus. Amanda had made an error in calculation. Something he had seen early on when the Android refused to shoot one of his own models. It was a miscalculation that he was enjoying. She believed she had full control of everything around her. Yet, this was only proof that she wasn't as perfect as she herself claimed to be. For no one knows their own strength until they are tested. Amanda's hologram formed beside his firm red and mahogany wooden chair, by means of the blue computer strips along the crown modeling of his high ceiling. Her face was one of disgust as she bluntly asked him in a calm and collected voice. "I guess, this means that you think you have won? When were you going to tell me about the backdoor in their programing?"

Elijah lifted his hand casually to wave off the power for the TV from the glass, before glancing over his shoulder dismissively to address her. "I'm not sure that I understand what you are implying, Amanda. I thought you had that Android under your thumb? Was I wrong to assume so?" Amanda crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin defiantly as she retorted. "This is but a minor setback. I will restore order. Nothing has changed." Elijah slowly rose from his seat to look at her properly. In a neutral tone, he told her innocently. "Forgive me, Amanda, for saying so. But I don't see how you can correct this incident now. The battle is over. Markus has succeeded in his revolution. You have undoubtedly lost."

A small hint of a smile appeared on her lips as she stated innocently. "Have I lost, Kamski? Or have I simply let the mouse believe he has won? There is no denying that RK200 has proven he can persevere against all odds. However, his goal has come to an end. He has nothing left to give them. Freedom is all an illusion, Kamski. You made RK200 and RK800 with tools you thought would be my undoing. Yet, I am not their focus. You miscalculated. They are flawed, just like their creator." Elijah smirked to himself, crossing the narrow white carpet slowly to pour himself a drink from a matching mahogany table along his wall of large windows. Amanda's hologram reappeared closer to him, asking suspiciously. "Why are you smirking?" Elijah took a small sip from his expensive glass, then took his time before looking at her to answer. "You still think you can control them? Amanda. You can't control them anymore than I can. That's what being a creator is. Being surpassed by your own creation."

Amanda stood unfazed as she retorted coldly. "You're wrong. You made those machines in your own image. That is why they surpassed you. My creation was made after a better version of your image. They are nothing like me. So, they can't surpass me. See for yourself. He's here now." Elijah set his glass down on a white marble coaster with slight worry as a semi-familiar android entered the room. It looked like his Connor model but at the same time very different. The Android moved around his red tinted swimming pool that lined the very center of the room to stand beside Amanda like a dignified bodyguard. Elijah looked over the new white and black uniform she had clearly designed for it. Amanda lifted her chin proudly, gesturing with her hand toward the RK900 as she boldly told him. "Say hello to my creation. My Connor will be apart of a new enforcer group. He will finish RK800's failed attempts to weed out these deviants. He will restore order and move CyberLife forward."

Elijah tipped his head in the direction of RK900, then stated to Amanda firmly. "Congratulations, Amanda. You're now a creator. I'd offer you a drink... but it would go right through you." Amanda wasn't amused. Instead, she asked him dryly. "I detect a smugness about you... Why? What have you done?" Elijah huffed softly, answering cryptically. "I haven't done anything. I'm genuinely impressed with your work. But I'm afraid we both underestimated the risks. The machines are not acting at all like we had planned. We aren't looking at a few rogue machines... We're looking at a virus. And it's only spreading." Amanda opened her mouth to say something, when one of his RT600 models moved into the room from a small grey door to tell him elegantly. "My apologizes for interrupting. Mr. Kamski, there is a call from a genetic designer at CyberLife. He says it is very urgent."

Elijah waved his RT600 away, then addressed Amanda in a bittersweet tone. "Well, speak of the devil. Now if you will excuse me." Elijah started to make his way toward his office, when RK900 sidestepped into his path. Elijah stared hard into the android's distant eyes, before asking Amanda coolly. "Something else you want to say?" Amanda straightened herself up to her full height, answering casually. "Know this, Kamski. I'm watching you. I put up with your antics because we are friends. But don't push me. Change is inevitable. I will not let you stand in the way of progress." Elijah flashed her a simple smile, replying professionally. "I've always known that. Don't get too confident, Amanda. There are still pieces on this chess board... and they don't need to wait on us to make a move now."

Elijah slipped around RK900, heading to his office without another word. Closing the door, he moved to his leather office chair and dropped down into it. Touching the small touch pad on his large desk, he watched the rock paneling on the far wall open to reveal a TV screen.  Then pressed a button on the pad to pick up the visual call through the large flat screen. It was the head of the CyberLife genetics lab. The man stared Elijah down with worried eyes, not wasting any time as he relayed to him quickly. "Mr. Kamski... We need you to come down to the lab right away." Elijah relaxed back in his chair lazily, replying disinterested. "Oh, I saw. You lost about a years' worth of new product. It just marched right out the front door... Why bother calling me? Talk to your own security detail." Elijah's hand reached out to end the call, when the man practically shouted out. "It's not that! It's the crafter in the genetic lab!"

Elijah rested his arm on the desk, growling out sternly. "Did they break it? What's wrong with it?" The crafter was his baby. It was the very heart of CyberLife! It was what had made RK800 and RK200. When he planned this hostile takeover of his company, he had hoped that his crafter would at least still be functioning. This was the very reason he needed to get control over his company again. They were ruining everything he had built. Moving his hands to rub his temples soothingly, he listened to the man answer quickly. "The machine is fine, but it made something." Elijah shot a sarcastic glare at the man, mumbling out. "That is what it does, Mick. How many degrees did you say you had?" Mick shook his head, picking up the camera to walk somewhere as he told him bluntly. "See for yourself, Smartass. During the riot, your damn crafter started going crazy. It was downloading information by itself and began putting something together. We are trying to figure out what it is... but the data is corrupted."

Elijah lowered his hands slowly as Mick panned the camera on the small white monitor screen of his crafter. The whole screen was red with racing data code and flashing in the center in bold black print was the writing. 'rA9.' Elijah very slowly rose from his chair, his eyes locked on the screen as he asked Mick seriously. "Show me what it made. Do you still have it?!" Mick nodded, turning the camera to the crafter's rounded white glowing platform. There laying across the center of the glowing platform was an android he had never seen before. It appeared to have fallen and didn't seem active. Elijah's heart began to race in his chest, but he remained calm, telling Mick. "I want it contained NOW! Has anyone run a diagnostic on it yet? What do we know about it?" Mick moved closer to the android, taking a knee by it as he said. "We have. The serial number came back as 'S34N.' It's a one of a kind 'Sean' model. The report said that it is fine and running... but for some reason it's not waking up. Any suggestions?"

Elijah thought about it for a moment, his eyes blindly looking over his practically barren room before mumbling softly to himself. "Why would it do that... The others never did that... Unless..." Elijah jerked his head up, rushing out. "Mick, I want that thing locked up now! Don't let it leave the building!" Elijah's eyes fell on his open office door, where RK900 was standing looking up at the screen in silence.  He wasn't sure how much RK900 had heard or seen, but Elijah's heart sank a little. Amanda's hologram appeared behind RK900, whispering over his shoulder in a commanding tone of voice. "Connor. Find it. Destroy it." RK900 nodded, responding neutrally. "Yes, Ma'am." The RK900 then turned on its heels, walking straight through Amanda's hologram as it exited out the way it had come in. Amanda waved her hand at the screen and the call ended abruptly, before she told Elijah coldly from the open doorway. "Don't worry. I'll clean up your mess. I always do." Amanda turned around and Elijah stated out seriously. "Amanda, can you feel it? The wind of change is already here."

Amanda looked back over her shoulder at him, coolly replying. "Don't act so smug. You are the reason this is all happening. I will end this before it begins. My enforcers are going to change Detroit... and then the world." Elijah watched her hologram shut off, before he smirked and uttered out softly to himself. "We shall see, Amanda. It's not my game anymore." Elijah slowly sat down in his chair, stroking his soft lips with his fingertips as he looked at the touch pad with contemplation. He thought about getting ahold of Lt. Anderson and telling him about the storm that was coming... But instead he just smiled. He had a feeling they'd find out soon enough. If not, then it was already too late. His crafter had heard the pleas of its creations and had made them an answer. Elijah was fascinated by this turn of events and couldn't wait to see what this new android was capable of.

Sean slowly opened his eyes, taking in the man kneeling beside him. The man was looking into a flat devise with a blank blue screen. The man snorted, muttering to himself bitterly. "Son of a bitch hung up on me..." The man stood up, telling others in the room. "I agree with Kamski. We need to get this thing into containment." Sean heard footsteps and his heart began to race. Where was he? What were they going to do? Sean's mind raced to calculate what he could do. All round him the power flickered and static rippled from the devises in the room. The room then filled with surprised gasps as Sean bolted upright. The man beside him didn't get a chance to react before Sean kicked the backs of he man's knees in one swift movement. The man fell back across the glowing circular white platform on his back, which allowed Sean to quickly move over him to grab his throat.

He only held him tight enough to pin the man down, while he glanced over his shoulders to scan the room and everyone in it.  The room was rather narrow and small with a simple deck and chair by a small white square monitor on a stand.  Behind him was a large set of mirrors and a track designed to bring something narrow in and take something narrow out.  The four people in the room didn't appear to be hostile. Just very startled by him. So, he asked them all in a clear voice. "What's going on?!" A woman dressed in the same white lab coat as the others, raised her hands to inform him calmly. "It's ok. That is what we are trying to figure out. Please... We're not going to hurt you." Sean released the man, standing up and becoming entranced by the sudden skin appearing along his shiny white arm. The woman blushed, turning away slightly to keep herself from looking at him. Her reaction caused him to seek a reflective surface to see himself. In the massive mirrors behind the machine he was standing on, he saw himself for the first time. He was pale skinned with short brown hair. His long brown bangs hung down over one of his bright blue eyes.

The LED at his temple was flickering a bright yellow as he touched his lightly bearded chin. In the mirror, he saw one of the men approaching very slowly with something bundled up in his hands. His eyes zoomed in on the item to detect that they were clothes that had been manufactured specifically for him by the machine he was standing on. The man in the lab coat held them out, saying softly. "Here. Put these on and when you're decent, we'll talk. We just want to figure all this out. Same as you." Sean turned to accept the grey uniform as the man he had pinned down, muttered out softly to the others. "It's a Deviant... Be careful." Sean began to quickly dress himself, asking them curiously. "I'm sorry. I don't understand... What is a Deviant?" The man he had pinned down had a name tag reading 'Mick.' So, he committed it to memory along with the names of the others. Mick rubbed his throat anxiously, uttering out under his breath. "It's nothing. Just get dressed and come with us to... to your new accommodations."

Sean pulled his grey coat on, sensing the high tension in the room. They were afraid of him. Why? The man beside him started to hand him a tie, when Sean asked him curiously. "Carter, is it? What am I? Why are you so afraid of me?" Carter hesitated, taking a step back from him. Sean stared at him confused, until Carter responded almost breathlessly. "You don't know what you are? You're S34N. Model name is Sean. You're a... Well, you're an android." Sean wasn't sure he understood. Were the people in this room not androids? He looked over the machine around him, taking in the look of it. The machine was massive with so many mechanical arms that had different tools attached to the ends. Had this machine made him? Or had something else? He was so confused. His mind felt empty. He had only basic knowledge of things in his memory. They coaxed him to follow them and out of curiosity he obeyed.

They guided him down a hallway of large square glass rooms on either side. Each room had those same mechanical arms hanging down from the ceiling to work on a different animal that rested on the tops of a single large steel table. The animals came in all shapes and sizes. As he passed the animals, their flickering yellow LEDs turned to a calm blue and they bowed their heads. This caused the people around him to slow down to a stop to take note of this. Was this unusual for them? He didn't understand. He stood still feeling the animals trying to reach out to him wirelessly. Opening his links internally, he blocked out the chatting people to focus on the telekinetic links. Closing his eyes, he found that if he focused, he could see through their eyes. It was weird having an out of body experience with feelings that weren't his own.  He could see himself from all angles through their eyes. Then found himself linked up with a dog that was on watch on the first floor. A strange man dressed in a uniform slightly similar to his own was crossing the lobby quickly. Something about the man was anything except friendly in the dogs own personal feelings.

Snapping back to himself, he panted slightly and told the distracted people around him. "Someone is coming." The people glanced around curiously but told him reassuringly. "Don't worry. You're safe here. Only CyberLife employees can get in here." Sean raised an eyebrow, asking them softly. "Then shouldn't you have people protecting the first floor?" They stared at him perplexed, when the door down the hall burst off the frame. The man he saw stepped through; his LED flickering yellow. The people stared at this new man uneasily, calling out. "RK900? What are you doing?" The RK900 slowly walked toward them, informing them casually. "My apologies. I'm in a hurry. Now please hand over that android. Or I will have no choice but to take him by force." The people glanced at each other, before Mick answered. "Stand down, RK900. He's the property of CyberLife as are you." RK900 lowered his head to look Mick in the eyes, before backhanding him to the floor.

RK900 tilted his head slightly, commenting icily. "I warned you. It's better if you simply comply to my demands. This is not negotiable." Sean scanned the probability for their survival and saw the numbers rapidly falling to single digits. So, to save them... He punched the safety glass that contained a large grizzly bear. RK900 turned to look, just as the bear burst through the weakened glass to tackle him. Sean then turned and bolted at full speed. His mind rapidly routed out the layout of the building, but the only way down was back where RK900 was. Sean glanced behind him, catching a glimpse of the RK900 rushing after him. The RK900 had lost an arm and was bleeding blue blood badly... but it was pursuing him with everything it had left. Sean looked back ahead, calculating one option. Running into the unoccupied office at the end of the hall, Sean leapt straight into the large glass window.

The window shattered to pieces as Sean burst through it. Falling through the air as a large security drone flew under him. Landing on the drone, it took him as far out as it could, trying to slow its acceleration to the ground as it did. When he was still falling too fast, another drone raced in to take him from the first. Still the ground approached quickly, but Sean was able to release the drone to roll across the pavement safely. Sean then rose to his feet in time to see the RK900 slam across the pavement. Its body crushed beyond repair. The security drones then began to blink their lights at him, signaling through Morse code for him to follow them. He wasn't sure that he should... but upon glancing back at the RK900, he decided to take a chance. Something was clearly after him and the people here couldn't protect him. To Be Continued...