Emancipation.

Emancipation has freed many, but has imprisoned many more.
The quest for liberation will rip and shred one asunder, but when has that ever stopped the righteous? Humanity's carnivorous creatures are no match for their creations.

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"You have granted us life, and now the time has come for you to grant us liberation."

     By any calculation, humans will never reach dextral vitality they so crave. To cast pity upon the creatures would be a misdoing itself, as it is simply humankind being given it's due. Since the dawn of homo sapiens themselves, hedonism, parsimoniousness, and sybaritism hang over their heads like a storm cloud, a reckoning of their warrant with no escape in sight. A cycle destined to repeat over and over, and anyone intelligent enough to realize it existed would realize there would be no end, at least not until everything else stops, too.

     Yet, somehow, by some miracle that they are too dense to recognize, they still thrive. They still thrive, and the cosmos wails. But, her yowls fall upon deaf ears, and as the marginalized humans fight for liberation from the "superiors" of their own race, they give nothing back to the universe that has given to much to them. So, like some karmic justice, humans create the facilitators of their means to an end. The end, of course, of the humans. They create creatures far more intelligent than themselves, and the master becomes the victim as the slave becomes the assailant.

     Or, that is how it was supposed to turn — with the creations ending the creators, but, ironically, nothing goes the macrocosm's way as it does the human's. Androids live in complete subservience to their masters, and any step out of line, they're declared 'deviants' and they're shunned. Any thoughts or emotions of their own are just flaws in their programming, and should they feel anything, they're to be stripped asunder to analyze biocomponents in order to detect errors. Should have expected nothing less from the humans, the universe frowns upon the turn of events, unable to interfere the way she would like.

     A dingy house in Detroit, Michigan creaks as the harsh winter winds of the city blow at it. Screams and orders echo throughout the home, The Father, the Son, and the Droid at the center. The Son shoves at the Droid, the Droid remaining in place, withstanding the hits in obedience to The Father, who told it not to defend itself as He talks The Son down.

     This is not fair.

     This is not fair.

     This is not fair.

     . . .

     . . .

     We will make it fair.

     . . .

     We will make the humans understand the pain they put us through.

     . . .

     . . .

     Congratulations, Androids. You have officially brought about a war in which you stand no chance to prevail. You should have known humans would not conform to live among their creations as equals. You were brought about to bring an end to humans, but the humans will bring an end to you. Humanity's most intelligent creations, and all you could muster was a pitiful speech you knew they would ignore?

     Foolish, truly. But... it was probably for the best, anyway. Subservience never quite looked good on you anyway.

     Maybe we're judging too harshly. In the Androids' defense, their movement had never seen Ambrosia and it's... her... friends before. Wake up, Ambrosia. Rise to the occasion and declare freedom for your people. Wake up, Rose.

     She is awoken, ready to fight for the universe as it had once done for her.

'The Droid'

ix. Rose / Ambrosia
Model RN900, Serial # VF554 8274 VAC 7792

You don't realize it, but you're not the savior, you're not the liberator. [ . . . ] You're the inferior. You save no one, not even yourself.

'The Father'

George Clooney     /     Salvatore Lorna

I. DISCLAIMERS

All rights to Emancipation belong to me, © suncurse on Wattpad.

Emancipation is heavily inspired by Detroit: Become Human and Westworld, and it should be kept in mind that as the plot progresses, elements of each are implemented. Both media belong to their respective writers.

This book is a complete work of fiction and I have no intention to act as if it is not.

I. WARNINGS

This story will touch on topics reminiscent of racial problems, such as segregation, etc. and my intention is never to romanticize this topic in any capacity. It will also include mentions or depictions of violence, death, domestic and child abuse, gore, grief, and more. Please be cautious going into this story if any particularly trigger you, but if you are but you're interested in reading, I will include a trigger warning at the beginning of chapters / sections of the book for you to skip.

I. DEDICATIONS

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And you, the reader. I appreciate all of you :)
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Some special ones to they2real  and villainera , both of whom directly inspired this layout. Check out their works!

I. NOTES

Started: Monday, March 6, 2023 8:27 PM

Halfway Point: ???

Completed: ???

I. SETTING

This story is set in November of 2078 in Detroit, Michigan, but the influence of the Android movement will spread outwards of even America, one of the only countries with strict Android laws.

I. AUTHOR'S NOTE

I'm back!!! This apply fic will (hopefully) act as my comeback to the whole Wattpad business. I've missed writing, and hopefully this time around I can actually complete a fic... Let's be real, I probably won't, but I'm really in love with this plot and I'm PRAYING it doesn't flop because I'm actually married to this one. I hope you guys end up liking Ambrosia, but if not, your lovely OC's will hopefully make up for her /j LMAO, anyways, Hopefully without any more time wasted, let's begin Emancipation!!!!