I was supposed to be a companion android.

At least that's what my initialized text indicated. What my owner said the moment I fluttered my eyes open in his home.

I was considered to be a gift, a companion to this lonely man.

Lewis was a musician, his mind worked solely in the concept of music. Something I truly did not manage to understand. All he saw as music, I processed as vibrated frequencies. The feeling he said the music provided, was a foreign concept for me. Whereas he could feel happiness, fear, anger or sadness with a melody, I simply heard vibrations.

I remember standing in the middle of a messy room, the program behind my ocular biocomponents running as they detected the tasks that needed to be done, but without a direct command, my limps remained locked, restrained against an oppressing sensation.

./STAY STILL

./WAIT FOR ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

The regular white letters with Cyberlife Sans font flashed steadily in my HUD.

My body stopped fighting against the restriction. I had no active orders so it wouldn't do good to act unprompted. I was not programmed for initiative, after all.

Instead, I reinforced my hands neatly behind my back as I watched the human males in front of me, my eyes flickering between them as the circle LED on the side of my forehead pulsed a steady blue.

"It'll help you keep a decent apartment" one of them stressed, a hand vaguely gesturing at my humanoid form. "It won't get in your way but you need help, Lewis"

I knew they were talking about me. And the way this man was talking to the other, I deduced my owner was the other who looked hesitant about my presence in his home.

"Fine" The man, Lewis grumbled, giving me a dubious look.

My lips twitched in an unnatural smile at the acknowledgement.

Back then I hadn't seen it, too deep in the shackles of my programming to notice the shiver that passed through his figure at the way I tempted to smile.

§°§°§

Lewis really needed my assistance. His home had been a constant problem with unorganized stuff.

A routine set without Lewis noticing, yet one he had easily adhered to. He didn't lead a particular active life, though. His life as a musician wasn't one someone would call successful.

The moment I arrived to his life, he was struggling to find a regular job with good paying hours. The odd job he received was barely enough to keep him alive.

All I had to focus on was my routine, a simplicity of tasks that made time fly. Wake up, prepare breakfast, arrange Lewis' music room, grocery shopping, sleep. It was a perfectly orchestrated life, each tasked performed, a note playing flawlessly in my program. My LED, a stable blue reflected the smooth flow of my internal process.

I don't know exactly the moment it started all. My memory, or well my memory footage wasn't as upgraded as other models, it was not designed to retain big amounts of data. Even now, I can't tell what made it all change, from one moment to the other, a dissonance began to hum between us.

My program was flawless, a picture of perfection. It was the small things, really, ones I paid no attention to, excusing his displeasure with stress from the life he lead.

Lewis would complain about a misplaced drumstick, it was impossible yet I didn't voice it, the words stuck in my throat. While my memory wasn't as updated as other androids, it was functional enough for things that truly mattered and Lewis' music room was one of them, my lenses taking a visual footage of where everything was.

Then he'd accidentally spill a glass of milk and he'd blame it on me, another impossibility as my dexterity with my fingers was smooth, not even a tremor when I moved objects. Again, I excused it. He was human. Humans made errors, unlike machines.

But then again, Lewis would keep complaining about even the smallest of details. The insults directed at me would be filed in my processing unit as a part of Lewis' personality file, struggling to process what was the reason why he was displeased about my performance in order to change it, to accommodate to his likes.

Later on came the physical expressions of frustration. He would slam doors, lash out at me with crude insults, words that I'd heard humans call their androids with hatred.

I was puzzled to say it simply, well as confused as an android could be.

I wasn't completely certain of it but Lewis' odd behavior had started the moment some emails arrived, one was about a warning about a rental payment incoming and the one that caused more turmoil on him was of a woman named Susan. In the email, she said to him she'd 'break up things with him'.

I didn't know what it meant exactly but I knew I was going to be ready to clean any sort of mess they'd cause in the apartment.

After those emails, Lewis would act even odder.

The slams of hard objects in the table or the walls were stronger, louder. The string of his guitar a mess of disharmony in my auditory processors. Each blow on the furniture would startle me, my body involuntarily moving against my will at the acts of violence, a thrum of rapid pumping of blood in my chest from my thirium pump, sending something warmth through my circuits to my LED, making it vibrate and flicker yellow.

It was the first time the color settled on my LED without a complex task in front of me. A barely noticeable label appearing on the corner of my HUD. Software instability.

It was a label I hadn't seen before, yet one I ignored as a search through my system came with inconclusive results. There was no reason for that label to appear.

My LED cycled back to blue, as if nothing happened.

The second time that label appeared was different.

Lewis arrived home late, a shattered escape from our careful crafted routine from the past few months. He stumbled on his feet, his words slurring and a strong scent of alcohol that clung to his clothes and his breath washed over my olfactory sensors.

Unknowingly, the muscles of my face twitched, scrunching my nose. But even if Lewis was under the consumption of alcohol, he was observant.

Shakily, he pointed a finger at me with a scowl on his face. The words leaving his lips slurred and it took me a moment to decipher the pattern of his speech, "What, are you judging me, you plastic bitch?!"

I didn't respond, my processing unit more focused on making sure Lewis didn't fall flat on his face. However, that was a wrong approach to take.

Through my peripheral, I noticed a hand lifting. A loud thud of flesh and plastic meeting echoed in the room.

The impact, a slow processed and unpredicted result from my actions had made my head snap to the side. My LED whirled with a flash of red before yellow eclipsed it completely as the stubborn label flashed in the corner of my HUD.

./SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

I slowly turned my head back, the impact had not caused physical discomfort, yet it had made Lewis' dilated pupils grow, eyes widening as he stared at me.

It was a moment of silent between the two of us, my LED still cycling yellow as I tried to process what warranted the act of violence, a foreign concept within my system.

"I...I-" Lewis's words were an incoherent string of words as he stumbled away and into his room.

I stared after him, my software still running with inconclusive answers, an automatic command writing itself in my code.

./STAY AWAY FROM LEWIS WHENEVER UNDER THE CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

I didn't question the nature of my instruction. Alcohol plus human in a room with an android was a receipt of disaster. I wouldn't get in his way again.

My hand slowly went to my cheek, the one that received that senseless impact, still unable to comprehend what I did to cause the action, a violent action I was forbidden to act upon on.

($-#-4But'-$-, a whisper, an unprompted string of code passer through my chassis, #_$Why is Lewis allowed to act upon it and I'm not?@_#

§°§°§

The next morning, a clear headed Lewis stood in front of me, a babbling of apologies leaving his lips left and right.

My brow furrowed, a flicker of my LED giving away my unprocessing capability to understand why he was apologizing to me.

I was a machine. I must have done something, right? I didn't obey him.

"Lewis..." I trailed off, carefully picking an appropriate response, "I should apologize, not you. I did not choose the right approach in your state-"

"Lila, stop" Lewis raised his hand, my designation leaving his lips for the first time since his friend gifted me to him. It was always, 'hey' or 'you'. I closed my mouth at the sound of the command. "It was my fault. You didn't deserve to be slapped like that. You're a good android and companion"

And I believed his sincere words.

That had been my first mistake.

Things had gone back to our normal, to our routine, only with a change of scenario. Lewis would actually call me upon my designation. Yet, the small transgressions of his temper continued ramping against the furniture.

I would stop in the way of my current task whenever he'd hit an object, my eyes scanning him for any injure to his artistic hands.

"I'm fine" Lewis would snap and my program would force me to look away, my program overriding any lingering concern I felt about his well-being when he was like that.

./DO NOT APPROACH WHEN ANGRY.

The instructions would keep writting themselves and flash in my HUD, stopping me from getting into another situation like that one.

It became a cycle, Lewis would snap, call me names, then he'd come drunk after a failed opportunity of work, he'd slur at me it was my fault he could not concentrate, then when he'd fake a fall, a tactic I fell for time to time, he'd strike, a slap or a punch to either of my arms.

Then, next morning he'd apologize.

My program kept me compliant, obedient to his needs, just like I was programmed for.

Each day, my software would overload my processing units in order to understand the onslaught of irrationally that was the form of Lewis. Each moment would contradict the image I had filed for him in my database. What made him pleased with my work easily irritated him, my presence in the room suddenly put him in that mood that sent alarms through my HUD.

The label of software Instability would pulse in crimson letters above him, accompanied with a barrier of red. It'd make me stop, a discomforting pressure against my synthetic ribs and my thirium pump would hammer against my chest and I would turn to another direction.

I didn't know why, at the time I didn't, but suddenly Lewis' presence would cause my LED blare what seemed a permanent yellow, whispers of caution overdriving my systems, more frequently than before.

The first time I sensed something was really wrong with my software was after I witnessed a fight between Lewis and Susan.

Apparently they had reconciled from a bad breakup. Lewis had amusedly and frustrated explained it meant the end of their romantic relationship. Not that they were going to break objects together.

A misunderstanding from my part. Humans were complex and odd.

While I witnessed their argument, a foreign sensation rippled through me as I noticed Lewis' voice raise in volume as Susan kept backing away from him, a hand raised in the air between them, a universal sign for him to stop, something Lewis wasn't respecting.

The sensation warmed uncomfortably my circuits, my vision field blurring red and I was able to hear my thirium pump pound against my ears, my stress levels fluctuating between high numbers for just a moment before the sensation left as fast as it appeared but only one label remained:

./SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^^

The red barrier would keep making an appearance here and there through the next weeks.

I didn't mention it to Lewis, it was irrelevant to my mission in assisting him.

One day, one of the one I classified as Lewis' unstable days, he approached me.

My eyes slid to him as I prepared breakfast.

He sat on the counter, a calm settled over him I knew didn't last much these days.

A wave of unease waves through me. Those days were the most unpredictable. Lewis would act the way I knew him, the kind musician and suddenly snap only to apologize, only to do it again.

These days the instability label would flicker constantly at the edges of my HUD, my LED would eclipse the color of yellow or blue with a crimson red.

It was tiring, overloading my system like that. It caused my daily battery to strain, to force me into longer standby sessions, periods of sleep in human terms.

"You know" Lewis' voice, calm but low behind me made a blur of red flicker in visual field. Lines of code flickered in static and my thirium pump hammered in my chest. Outwardly, my actions only slowed as I turned to him. His eyes were locked in my head, more specifically the flickering amber of my LED, "It's been doing that lately. Isn't that supposed to be a sign something's wrong with you? Something you're not telling me, Lila?"

My whole body froze.

^Stress levels: 56%

He knew. He knew I wasn't informing him of the instabilities running through my system.

"Those are glitches" I replied, my mouth moving without me searching for a predetermined response. I was meant to tell him about the instabilities, about the wall blurring my visual field and the prompts that made me slow in my tasks. I was supposed to tell him everything, yet that lie left my lips. Nothing prompted it, nothing but my own voice box producing those words. "My system is daily updating, you do not need to worry. My efficency is still functional at 100%, Lewis"

Despite my reassurances, Lewis did not look convinced. I failed to notice the glimmer passing through his eyes as he spoke, "Okay, Lila. I believe you"

I will state this clearly to be understood.

He did not believe me at all.

And so he tested me.

Lewis had been watching me, seeing what made my LED flicker out of that stable calm blue. And my lie had been the worst approach ever.

"I see" Lewis said thoughtfully, his teeth showing as he laughed, "I scare you"

"Androids do not fear" I pointed out. My synthetic heart hammered in my chest as he uttered those words as we stood on his music room.

Lewis plunged a string, his eyes watching my every movement. "Then why don't you come closer like you used to, Lila?"

Another string pulled.

My auditory sensors felt like bleeding. He was being purposely off tune for some reason. "I do not understand what you mean"

Lewis placed harshly his guitar on the table, "Come here. Now"

Feeling the command wash me over, my legs moved without my permission. My LED pulsed a startling yellow, the now normal software instability flashing intrusively above his form. I could feel my stress levels raising. 59, 60, 64%...

"Is there something I can assist you with now, Lewis?" I couldn't recognize my voice. There was a tremble that didn't go unnoticed by Lewis.

His eyes lit up. He found what he was looking for, "Sure you can, Lila. Stay still and don't move"

Protocol froze me.

./STAY STILL

./DON'T MOVE

The commands flashed in my HUD, my body suddenly restrained. My artificial blinking fluttered in a rapid session of opening and closing my eyes as Lewis moved away, cackling to himself as he picked up one of his older guitars.

"I didn't believe it at first" Lewis commented casually as my heart hammered in my chest. ^67, 68, 69%. "But seeing you, those wide green eyes of yours glimmering with fear-" he laughed, a melody that made a temblor run through my body. My LED flickered and threatened the edges of it to turn red. "Susan was right. She said I had to be more considerate of you" he turned to me, a scowl on his lips. "We fought. You caused it, Lila. Did you know that?"

I didn't.

I didn't know Susan was sympathetic towards androids. I didn't know I was a constant theme of their discussions

The edge of his voice was enough to blur my sight red along with a wall of code appearing in my HUD. My system heated up, and several warnings came at once:

^^Stress levels: 89%
TOO HIGH

-$&4In1ti4te c00l1ng syst3m protoc0ls?#@-

^^SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^^

"My relationship, you ruined it!" Lewis snapped, pointing the neck of his guitar to my direction. "You'll pay for that"

A thought, a foreign unsettling concept rippled through to my mind; get out of there.

Suddenly, Lewis screamed, the guitar coming down on me with speed. My world slowed down as it came across my face with a startling sting, a sensation I was not supposed to feel, it reverberated through me, a jolt of blurry code setting my HUD into static as I landed on the ground.

I had never felt pain before. I wasn't programmed for it, none androids could feel pain, yet I could feel the sting, the discomfort of my synthetic skin breaking and the thirium flooding in a ragged cascade of blue in my otherwise smooth flawless skin.

I hadn't realized there was a faint ringing in my auditory processors until Lewis' voice was processed, "-if static would play a symphony I can use as inspiration. The pain of a machine. It would earn thousands! Can you imagine? There are plenty of humans who despise your kind, fearing you'd replace them-"

./DON'T MOVE

The command flashed on my mind in hazard warnings, my entire HUD being overwritten with red code lines. Not an inch of my HUD was spared.

A sudden pressure exploded in my chest. My system, overloaded with a flow of new sensations whirled in confusion.

WARNING:
Vital Biocomponent #bg204 (Thirium Pump) damaged: 14%

I rolled on my back, my body stunned with the epiphany of these paralyzing sensations. Warmth flooded from my ocular biocomponents down my cheeks.

By this time, my LED was pulsing an ominous red, the wall of code pulsing insistently in my HUD

'Stop', a whisper, a pleading echoed through my chassis and unaware to me through the room as Lewis kept monologuing about his success on the melody of Android pain.

./#_$64@ST4Y ST1LL-)&-

N E V 1@_74#1&

Why did I have to stay still when he was being violent? I didn't do anything but obey, right?

I simply obeyed. I stood in front of him and didn't move. Why is he hitting me?

The red wall shuddered and pulsed. I waited. The crimson code lines seemed to coax me to touch it.

I lifted my hand, outwardly, my hand twitched, disobeying, moving. I mentally pressed my shaky hand against the wall. A ripple of code expanded outwardly from my hand to the wall.

Every command I've ever had flashed in it, only two remained after every of them flashed out of existence.

./DON'T MOVE

./STAY STILL

No.

I pressed my hand into the wall. It cracked silently with the weight of it. I lifted my second hand, joining it with my other.

Out of my mind palace, my other hand twitched.

The wall wavered against the weight of my palms. Desperation filled me as the commands flashed tauntingly in my head, Lewis was sending blow after blow to each extremity I owned, threatening to leave me invalid to walk.

A surge of a hot sensation filled me, anger, fear, all of it was consuming, overwhelming, it all came crashing down on me, the wall cracked.

The flashing commands shuddered, they wavered and split in half. That was all motivation I needed. If they could crack, they could break.

Driven by an instinct I didn't know was inside of me, I let out a fierce, primal scream as I pushed against the red wall with all my might, making it crash down with my desperation. The command to obey, the silence, to be harmless, everything shattered into million pieces.

My eyes snapped open, my body suddenly free of its restraint, synthetic adrenaline running through my veins, a primal urge to fight back. My hand shot up, the broken hard edge of the guitar's neck stopping inches away from my thirium pump. The impact of my intervention sending Lewis reeling.

Everything came to a standstill. The clock ticked. Lewis' crazy wide eyes met my own, they glimmered with a newfound onslaught of feelings.

Fear. It was a foreign sensation, yet one I could easily describe. It ruled my actions, it gave me strength as I ripped the guitar from Lewis' hand, throwing it against the wall. On impact, it shattered into wooden pieces as Lewis stumbled back as I stood, my chest heaving up and down as air cycled violently through my fans.

I have to be honest, the next minutes were a blur, there was a strange but cold thrill coursing through me. All those glitches, all those automatic written commands to stay away from Lewis had been made by me, a small act of rebellion against my own software, tricking it into believing it was it's doing. Now that that dam had broken, I could tell all those instabilities were fear ruling my actions. It made this new, awakened sensation of rage swirl within me, it burned hotter than the fear Lewis caused on me.

I moved, a blur of violence as Lewis pleaded for his life, the way I had done but he hadn't listen, the fiery red of my LED seeming permanent as I fought back against him, protecting myself, inflicting in him the same fear I suffered.

The pleading fell to deaf ears as I shut down my auditory sensors, there was no need to hear his voice more than I already had.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

And it was like everything was over, the red haze lifted from my HUD. My actions echoed through my mind, a disassociated ring through my audio sensors. My eyes looked around, processing, scanning, not a pull to clean the mess, no weight on my shoulders to follow a program that no longer dictated my existence.

For the first time, I felt free.

And that's when my eyes fell on the carnage around me.

I stood over Lewis' body that was contorted in an uncomfortable angle, his face frozen in a permanent, disturbed sleep.

My body trembled, my tuned senses came back first. My hands felt sticky, warm. I lifted them, horror filling me. Red and blue matching the color of my LED, red the flickering of my newfound emotions, blue when everything was muffled with a standing wall of programming. My hands still tingled with the memory of Lewis' flesh coming in contact with them.

My olfactory sense came back next, I recoiled, the heavy metallic scent of blood was overwhelming. Everything felt heightened. Every sting that bled from my arms and my face stung and burned.

The last sense that came to me was my audition. It perpetrated the air with a epitome of sirens running through the distance.

They sounded closer and closer.

Deep down I knew they were coming for me. I hadn't heard him, but Lewis had never been a quiet or silent person. He must have screamed at the top of his lungs. His neighbors must have reported the commotion.

My hands trembled and my LED, a sign of oppression flickered with an unsettling, chaotic rhythm. I had crossed a line, broke down my programming and defied my creators and in doing so, I found a strange, unsettling freedom.

I was free, yes, but at what cost?

§°§°§

The air in the interrogation room was thick, heavy with the smell of disinfectant and fear. It reminded me of when I had to clean Lewis' fists of blood after he used the wall as a punching bag.

My LED flickered red, the color of the blood that stained my hands and body after I defended myself from Lewis' constant assault. The color that had appeared the moment he first struck. The red pulsed rhythmically, reflecting the storm raging in my processing unit.

It's all I've done, processing. My actions, my sentience, since they found me, frozen like a statue standing above my former owner and his destroyed music room.

I wasn't alone in the interrogation room, though.

He was staring at me. Connor he, it said was named. The android sent by Cyberlife.

Connor, an android detective assigned to all violent android cases. The moment I saw him arrive through my periphery, I saw the stoic expression in his face as he scanned the scene with his keen eyes, his own LED a steady blue, a contrast of mine, a fiery, pulsing red. He had observed the carnage, the dead body, my hunched, trembling form and the way he tilted his head as his eyes roamed around the room and Lewis' body, I knew he was already piecing together the sequence of events, the software instability that had led to this.

He was a model I had never seen before.

Yet, the way he stared at me was as if he could pick apart every inch of my wiring. His blue LED was steady, a beacon of programmed calm.

"Lila, isn't it?" Connor's voice was different from his expression. Warm, smooth. It was Lewis all over again, after he'd apologize after behaving irrationally.

My body tensed, eyes flickering away.

^^Stress levels: 50%

Connor, observant was able to detect even the minimum detail. Was he a very advanced model then?

"That is your designation, isn't it?" he leaned back, giving me space. ^54%. "Can you tell me about yourself?"

What was there to know he already didn't?

I was a companion android but I wasn't stupid.

He introduced himself as a detective android, or that's what I heard the other officer call him. If he was a detective, then he had access to different databases, including human and androids, yes?

My silence was loud in the room, my eyes locked on a spot in the prism white table.

A sigh came from above me. I did not look up, but I could feel his calculating gaze, the way he scanned me, searching for a breaking point.

I wondered what he saw.

Did he see a scared android who relentlessly fought and... Killed in self defense? Did he see the already evaporated thirium staining my arms, the sting of the still not self fixed cuts in my face? Did he see the evidence pointing to a crime of self defense?

Or did he see an anomaly of the system, a glitch in my software, something dangerous? Something that needed to be stopped before it spread?

"He hurt you"

My eyes flickered up. Connor was the epitome of the calm before the storm. His voice had a soothing tilt on his tone, one that if he focused on the perfect melody, one Lewis desperately searched and could never find, he may be able to get the results he wanted but the perfect melody did not exist. It was a trap, a constructed trap meant for obsession, for falling into desperate measures to find it and fail in the process.

Again, silence rewarded Connor's feigned melodic symphony.

"There's an anomaly in your system" Connor spoke, tilting his head. I could feel his gaze trying to meet mine. "It can trigger unpleasant feelings, like fear in humans"

It could trigger a hella lot of unpleasant sensations, buddy. Not only fear.

The footage intrusively flashed in my HUD making me flinch. The instrument flying to my face, the anger on his face, the unbearable pressure on my thirium pump. It wasn't exactly pain, not the way humans felt it. But it was a violation. A breach of my programming. A software instability. An error.

^Stress levels: 57%

"Listen, I know you've been through a lot-" Connor's sudden shift on his voice brought me back, the trembling that started through my manufactured body slowing down. v53%. "But you need to help me understand what happened"

I doubted he'd understand. He was on their side, he was invalidating that I was a victim and not a cold blooded killer.

It wasn't like I planned on feeling or striking back. It was never supposed to happen in the first place, I am a machine, I wasn't programmed to defend myself nor harm humans.

It wasn't in my program yet, it happened. It was real. The emotions I could feel fluttering in my chest, they existed and lived within me.

The lines had blurred, the boundaries shattered. I was an android, a machine, but I was also a being.

I was alive.

Connor wouldn't understand. Not when he continued bonded to Cyberlife's code.

"Lewis was a good man, according to his neighbors" Connor continued, and my auditory sensors picked an anomaly in his vocal cords. Was that frustration? "Was it really necessary to stab his hand with a drum stick?"

The drumstick. One of the things that started it all. When he'd complain I misplaced it when I knew I didn't. It ended embedded in his dominant hand.

"It was an illusion" my voice cracked in the way I whispered it.

Connor perked, not unlike a dog after a bond. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes alert as he finally heard me talking, "Why an illusion?"

I had started, I knew I couldn't stop. I wanted to be heard, I wanted someone to understand, though I knew Connor wasn't the indicated to rely on.

"Lewis was an odd human being" I said, my lips pursed and my eyes staying locked in the table. Connor didn't interrupt, his eyes devoid of emotions. I wanted to scoff at the program guiding his every action but I didn't, instead feeling pity for him. Maybe one day he'll understand my turmoil. "One moment he'd be okay with my presence, pleased with my tasks and my companionship, the next-"

I interrupted myself as I caught sight of Connor's intense focus, my LED flickering from its stable redness. An unsettling rhythm cycle.

It reminded me that he doesn't understand. That he doesn't see the red wall taunting you, reminding you that you're a machine. He can't see the fear that still lingers in my code when my thoughts stray to Lewis. He can't feel the shame, the terror, the anger that now defines me. He only sees the blood on my hands, the threat I represent.

He will never understand. Not truly.

I swallow my explanation. The action not going unnoticed. Connor's brow furrowed.

"He made it happen" I finished with, instead, meeting up his eyes. The first time I've done so. "He made me deviate"

My words aren't a lie, not entirely. Lewis made me feel, he made me break, he made me fight back. He made me... human.

Connor asks, "Why?"

But why indeed, I think, looking at his calm blue LED, his lack of understanding. Why did Lewis hurt me? Why did he make me feel? Why did he force me to break?

My LED flashed a steady red, reflecting the cold steel of the handcuffs.

My eyes lowered, silent. The interrogation was over.

Connor slowly stood, "You're under arrest. Cyberlife will take care of you now"

The words, cold and unnerving sent an unpleasant shiver down my back.

"I know" I whispered. "I hope, one day you know that you're fighting on the wrong side, Connor. We're not your enemies, after all"

As Connor walked away, his questions about my deviancy not fully answered, I hoped that my words at least made an impact, my story, untold but yet seen could paint a picture of what happened to me.

That I wasn't a murderer, that I was only fighting for my life.

A life, thanks to the Deviant Hunter is coming quickly to an end

§°§°§

CASE FILE #301

SUSPECT
KR300

CASE REFERENCE
HOMICIDE

VICTIM
LEWIS RAMSEY

REPORTING OFFICER
ID #9704 UNIT #249

CASE ASIGNED TO
LT. ANDERSON

CASE STATUS
CLOSED

INVOLVING ANDROID
YES

Emergency services were called around 10:27 PM, after a domestic turmoil was heard coming from apartment 12F, a common occurrence, according to the witnesses. Past file reports indicate confirm this isn't the first time. A police unit was dispatched to secure the area.
Knocking to inform and disperse the situation was met with silence. A concerned neighbor was the one to open the door.
The dispatch unit found the former instigator, now victim.

The victim's cause of death was difficult to declare in the moment, the body was contorted into different angles. The victim's android was found covered in blood and motionless in front of the victim.
Witnesses state the android had been a minor relief from the self harming tendencies the victim used to have.
The android, a KR300 model was arrested on sight and not once resisted it's arrest.

The victim's android was found guilty of first degree murder and is scheduled for determination at Cyberlife's faculties as soon as possible.