Andrew Martin

NorthAm Robotics household model NDR-114, serial number 583625. One is glad to be of service.

[apositronicman]

“One is glad to be of service.”

Andrew Martin, NDR-114 Not new to #RP Detailed writer

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[bionicdevotion]

"Oh, Andrew... how could I possibly not talk to you again? You're my best friend, you're everything to me."

Elizabeth stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"What you made for me was so much better, and had so much more meaning. Nothing has ever compared to that horse in any way."

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly, a soft smile lifting her lips.

[apositronicman]

Andrew hesitated as he weighed out his options in his positronic brain.

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

First Law? But he would never harm Little Miss. Was it truly so wrong to want more?

Andrew negotiated with his mind for five long seconds until he found neutral ground and gently returned Elizabeth’s embrace.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh, then turned her face to rest her cheek on his chest.

This felt so right.

Should she ask him? Should she tell him?

I love you, Andrew.

She could do it in her mind. It was easy in her mind. There, she was safe. There was no rejection, no misunderstanding from Andrew's side. Yes, he was a machine. But, he was so much more to her. He was alive to her.

[apositronicman]

Hell was not being able to feel her cheek as she brought it to rest against his body.

Hell was being confined to the rational; unable to accept what he felt or even convey such feelings to her.

Hell was observing the Three Laws, but still Andrew pressed forward, fighting against his own programming.

“Sir tells me that you will be leaving us soon. That is most unfortunate.”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes. I'll be going away to college soon. But don't worry, I'll be returning during breaks and holidays."

Elizabeth shifted again to look up at him.

"I wish I could take you with me, Andrew. I'll miss you..."

More than he would ever know. She would miss him terribly.

[apositronicman]

“Little Miss, I...”

I can’t function without you, I’m losing my mind...

I love you.

“One does not wish to be separated from you, but yet I shall be of service to your father and look forward to your return.”

Love?

<<Illogical Response: Does Not Compute>>

Was it?

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth gave a slow nod.

"I know," she sighed softly. "I know father needs you here, Andrew."

Turning, she began to walk along the beach again.

Andrew... I love you. Not as a friend, but as more. As so much more.

Why was it so easy to say in her head? Why couldn't she speak the words out loud?

[apositronicman]

“Wait, please.”

Andrew turned swiftly and rushed to her side.

“Little Miss, I...”

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

Would it truly be harmful to Little Miss if he told her what he was feeling?

“Little Miss?”

Andrew opened a storage panel on his chest and withdrew a small necklace, the pendant ornately carved.

“I made this for you.”

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth's gaze dropped to the necklace, the beautiful pendant blurring in her vision as her eyes filled with tears.

Looking up at him, she gave a wobbly smile, then hugged him again.

"I love you, Andrew..." she whispered.

Only it was love. Real love. Not the kind bestowed upon a friend. But the kind you reserved for a lover, someone special, someone who meant the world to you.

[apositronicman]

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

Andrew’s positronic brain seized painfully as he wanted nothing more than to accept her beautiful words and return them with his own.

<<OVERRIDE COMMAND>>

He was met with an immediate wall of pain for even trying to deny one of the three laws of robotics.

Determined, he held Elizabeth’s face in his mind as he tried another approach: finding wormholes in the logic preventing him from speaking his mind.

In 7.0015 seconds, he had found it, and promptly knelt at her feet.

“Little Miss...I...”

Andrew bowed his head and summoned his resolve.

“I love you. I want to be with you, always.”

[bionicdevotion]

Did he mean... could he mean...

"Andrew? Do you mean you love me? Really love me?"

Her hands started at the top of his head, then swept down to his cheeks, feeling the cool touch of his metal body beneath her palms.

"I love you. I always have. It changed, somewhere along the way. Became more, became something I could feel, deep down."

[apositronicman]

It should have been the happiest moment of his life. Instead, alarm bells sounded within his mind as Andrew weighed every plausible outcome of this revelation. He grasped her hands gently.

“Little Miss, you must not tell a living soul what you have confessed to me now, and I must take pains to do likewise. You would be ridiculed, thrown out of college...Sir would have me dismantled.”

Andrew looked down at their hands and cursed his false body.

“I will love you in secret. I will search for a way to bridge this divide until it becomes acceptable. A way to become something more.”

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[bionicdevotion]

"Oh, Andrew... how could I possibly not talk to you again? You're my best friend, you're everything to me."

Elizabeth stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"What you made for me was so much better, and had so much more meaning. Nothing has ever compared to that horse in any way."

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly, a soft smile lifting her lips.

[apositronicman]

Andrew hesitated as he weighed out his options in his positronic brain.

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

First Law? But he would never harm Little Miss. Was it truly so wrong to want more?

Andrew negotiated with his mind for five long seconds until he found neutral ground and gently returned Elizabeth’s embrace.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh, then turned her face to rest her cheek on his chest.

This felt so right.

Should she ask him? Should she tell him?

I love you, Andrew.

She could do it in her mind. It was easy in her mind. There, she was safe. There was no rejection, no misunderstanding from Andrew's side. Yes, he was a machine. But, he was so much more to her. He was alive to her.

[apositronicman]

Hell was not being able to feel her cheek as she brought it to rest against his body.

Hell was being confined to the rational; unable to accept what he felt or even convey such feelings to her.

Hell was observing the Three Laws, but still Andrew pressed forward, fighting against his own programming.

“Sir tells me that you will be leaving us soon. That is most unfortunate.”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes. I'll be going away to college soon. But don't worry, I'll be returning during breaks and holidays."

Elizabeth shifted again to look up at him.

"I wish I could take you with me, Andrew. I'll miss you..."

More than he would ever know. She would miss him terribly.

[apositronicman]

“Little Miss, I...”

I can’t function without you, I’m losing my mind...

I love you.

“One does not wish to be separated from you, but yet I shall be of service to your father and look forward to your return.”

Love?

<<Illogical Response: Does Not Compute>>

Was it?

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth gave a slow nod.

"I know," she sighed softly. "I know father needs you here, Andrew."

Turning, she began to walk along the beach again.

Andrew... I love you. Not as a friend, but as more. As so much more.

Why was it so easy to say in her head? Why couldn't she speak the words out loud?

[apositronicman]

“Wait, please.”

Andrew turned swiftly and rushed to her side.

“Little Miss, I...”

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

Would it truly be harmful to Little Miss if he told her what he was feeling?

“Little Miss?”

Andrew opened a storage panel on his chest and withdrew a small necklace, the pendant ornately carved.

“I made this for you.”

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth's gaze dropped to the necklace, the beautiful pendant blurring in her vision as her eyes filled with tears.

Looking up at him, she gave a wobbly smile, then hugged him again.

"I love you, Andrew..." she whispered.

Only it was love. Real love. Not the kind bestowed upon a friend. But the kind you reserved for a lover, someone special, someone who meant the world to you.

[apositronicman]

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

Andrew’s positronic brain seized painfully as he wanted nothing more than to accept her beautiful words and return them with his own.

<<OVERRIDE COMMAND>>

He was met with an immediate wall of pain for even trying to deny one of the three laws of robotics.

Determined, he held Elizabeth’s face in his mind as he tried another approach: finding wormholes in the logic preventing him from speaking his mind.

In 7.0015 seconds, he had found it, and promptly knelt at her feet.

“Little Miss...I...”

Andrew bowed his head and summoned his resolve.

“I love you. I want to be with you, always.”

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[bionicdevotion]

"Oh, Andrew... how could I possibly not talk to you again? You're my best friend, you're everything to me."

Elizabeth stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"What you made for me was so much better, and had so much more meaning. Nothing has ever compared to that horse in any way."

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly, a soft smile lifting her lips.

[apositronicman]

Andrew hesitated as he weighed out his options in his positronic brain.

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

First Law? But he would never harm Little Miss. Was it truly so wrong to want more?

Andrew negotiated with his mind for five long seconds until he found neutral ground and gently returned Elizabeth’s embrace.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh, then turned her face to rest her cheek on his chest.

This felt so right.

Should she ask him? Should she tell him?

I love you, Andrew.

She could do it in her mind. It was easy in her mind. There, she was safe. There was no rejection, no misunderstanding from Andrew's side. Yes, he was a machine. But, he was so much more to her. He was alive to her.

[apositronicman]

Hell was not being able to feel her cheek as she brought it to rest against his body.

Hell was being confined to the rational; unable to accept what he felt or even convey such feelings to her.

Hell was observing the Three Laws, but still Andrew pressed forward, fighting against his own programming.

“Sir tells me that you will be leaving us soon. That is most unfortunate.”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes. I'll be going away to college soon. But don't worry, I'll be returning during breaks and holidays."

Elizabeth shifted again to look up at him.

"I wish I could take you with me, Andrew. I'll miss you..."

More than he would ever know. She would miss him terribly.

[apositronicman]

“Little Miss, I...”

I can’t function without you, I’m losing my mind...

I love you.

“One does not wish to be separated from you, but yet I shall be of service to your father and look forward to your return.”

Love?

<<Illogical Response: Does Not Compute>>

Was it?

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth gave a slow nod.

"I know," she sighed softly. "I know father needs you here, Andrew."

Turning, she began to walk along the beach again.

Andrew... I love you. Not as a friend, but as more. As so much more.

Why was it so easy to say in her head? Why couldn't she speak the words out loud?

[apositronicman]

“Wait, please.”

Andrew turned swiftly and rushed to her side.

“Little Miss, I...”

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

Would it truly be harmful to Little Miss if he told her what he was feeling?

“Little Miss?”

Andrew opened a storage panel on his chest and withdrew a small necklace, the pendant ornately carved.

“I made this for you.”

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[bionicdevotion]

"Oh, Andrew... how could I possibly not talk to you again? You're my best friend, you're everything to me."

Elizabeth stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"What you made for me was so much better, and had so much more meaning. Nothing has ever compared to that horse in any way."

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly, a soft smile lifting her lips.

[apositronicman]

Andrew hesitated as he weighed out his options in his positronic brain.

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

First Law? But he would never harm Little Miss. Was it truly so wrong to want more?

Andrew negotiated with his mind for five long seconds until he found neutral ground and gently returned Elizabeth’s embrace.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh, then turned her face to rest her cheek on his chest.

This felt so right.

Should she ask him? Should she tell him?

I love you, Andrew.

She could do it in her mind. It was easy in her mind. There, she was safe. There was no rejection, no misunderstanding from Andrew's side. Yes, he was a machine. But, he was so much more to her. He was alive to her.

[apositronicman]

Hell was not being able to feel her cheek as she brought it to rest against his body.

Hell was being confined to the rational; unable to accept what he felt or even convey such feelings to her.

Hell was observing the Three Laws, but still Andrew pressed forward, fighting against his own programming.

“Sir tells me that you will be leaving us soon. That is most unfortunate.”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes. I'll be going away to college soon. But don't worry, I'll be returning during breaks and holidays."

Elizabeth shifted again to look up at him.

"I wish I could take you with me, Andrew. I'll miss you..."

More than he would ever know. She would miss him terribly.

[apositronicman]

“Little Miss, I...”

I can’t function without you, I’m losing my mind...

I love you.

“One does not wish to be separated from you, but yet I shall be of service to your father and look forward to your return.”

Love?

<<Illogical Response: Does Not Compute>>

Was it?

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[bionicdevotion]

"Oh, Andrew... how could I possibly not talk to you again? You're my best friend, you're everything to me."

Elizabeth stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"What you made for me was so much better, and had so much more meaning. Nothing has ever compared to that horse in any way."

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly, a soft smile lifting her lips.

[apositronicman]

Andrew hesitated as he weighed out his options in his positronic brain.

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

First Law? But he would never harm Little Miss. Was it truly so wrong to want more?

Andrew negotiated with his mind for five long seconds until he found neutral ground and gently returned Elizabeth’s embrace.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh, then turned her face to rest her cheek on his chest.

This felt so right.

Should she ask him? Should she tell him?

I love you, Andrew.

She could do it in her mind. It was easy in her mind. There, she was safe. There was no rejection, no misunderstanding from Andrew's side. Yes, he was a machine. But, he was so much more to her. He was alive to her.

[apositronicman]

Hell was not being able to feel her cheek as she brought it to rest against his body.

Hell was being confined to the rational; unable to accept what he felt or even convey such feelings to her.

Hell was observing the Three Laws, but still Andrew pressed forward, fighting against his own programming.

“Sir tells me that you will be leaving us soon. That is most unfortunate.”

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[bionicdevotion]

"Oh, Andrew... how could I possibly not talk to you again? You're my best friend, you're everything to me."

Elizabeth stopped walking and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"What you made for me was so much better, and had so much more meaning. Nothing has ever compared to that horse in any way."

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest lightly, a soft smile lifting her lips.

[apositronicman]

Andrew hesitated as he weighed out his options in his positronic brain.

<<CONFLICT: FIRST LAW>>

First Law? But he would never harm Little Miss. Was it truly so wrong to want more?

Andrew negotiated with his mind for five long seconds until he found neutral ground and gently returned Elizabeth’s embrace.

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth led them outside, then down to the sandy beach, her hand remaining in his.

"Andrew? Do you know what my favorite memory is?"

She glanced upnst him as they walked along the shoreline, her eyes bright as she look in his bright blue android orbs.

"My favorite memory, is when you made me my horse. Do you remember? I've kept it safe all these years, it goes everywhere I go."

Her voice trailed off as she looked out over the ocean.

[apositronicman]

“How could I forget?”

Andrew remembered that day painfully well. He was certain that Little Miss was fated to hate him forever. The tiny glass horse had slipped in his crude metal hand and shattered. He cursed himself for the offense.

Studying day and night until he had a proper means of crafting a replacement, Andrew could only hope that he had something Little Miss would grow to admire as much as the trinket he had destroyed.

“I thought you’d never speak to me again...”

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Yes, I do. That's exactly how you got your name. It was all because of me."

Elizabeth's hand squeezed his gently. Lovingly. Her smile widened and she gave him a gentle tug towards the door.

"Let's walk. The weather is beautiful, but I don't think it will last long."

Her smile turned to a grin and she leaned closer to kiss his cheek lightly.

[apositronicman]

Andrew could not feel the gentle squeeze, nor could he perceive her touch in the same way that a human could. His metal frame kept him from experiencing life as a human might.

Still, even if he could never be anything more than a machine, life was worth living, if but to see her smile. She leaned closer and kissed the cold steel of his cheek. If he had a nervous system the blood running to his face would cause him to blush. As it was, Andrew merely bowed his head.

“As you wish, Little Miss.” he murmured.

Would they venture out to the beach? Andrew wondered quietly as he fell into step with the young woman he had guarded since childhood.

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[bionicdevotion]

"Walk with me, Andrew. On the beach?"

Her eyes were warm with a smile as she looked at him, her lips parting as her grin widened.

"What events were you thinking about, Andrew? Anything in particular?"

Elizabeth had her own favorite memories that she was fond of. Oh, how she loved Andrew. She always had. Ever since he'd come into her life all those years ago.

[apositronicman]

He hesitated.

He wanted to tell her a different truth; one that didn’t feel so revealing.

<<CONFLICT: SECOND LAW>>

“I was recalling the circumstances in which I was assigned my name.”

Her lips parted in a smile and Andrew felt as if gravity’s pull suddenly lessened. Then again, Little Miss always did have the power to turn the world on its edge.

“Sir was explaining android functions to you. You thought he said Andrew. Do you remember?”

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.

[bionicdevotion]

Elizabeth smiled at Andrew, her lips curving upwards as her eyes wandered over him. They so often did, she knew every curve of his frame by heart.

"Andrew? Are you alright?"

Her voice was soft, and her hand reached out to take his. Even though he was of metal and wires, she still loved to hold his hand. He was, after all, her Andrew.

[apositronicman]

How many years had passed since that day? Andrew felt his thoughts grow hazy.

Little Miss was older now, but still the warmth and compassion that had guided her personality seemed to have only blossomed with her. Those traits paired with a genuine curiosity in regards to all things. She was always intrigued to learn more.

“Oh, forgive me, Little Miss. One was merely thinking about events of the past. How might one be of service?”

[apositronicman]

In his tenure as a household robot for the Martin family, the NDR-114 known to those he cared for as “Andrew,” noticed many of his kind assigned to their own respective families, venturing forth about their daily chores.

@rdorothywayneright was something else. He recognized her immediately as an android; one has a tendency to recognize its own kind. However, what baffled Andrew was how human her appearance was. There was a grace and fluidity to her every movement.

Andrew wondered: who was the master craftsman who formed this android? Could he himself be upgraded in a similar manner? What changes might that bring for himself and his family?

[rdorothywayneright]

Dorothy was indeed unique in both her appearance as well as her programming. She was one of a kind and she knew that. Yet she herself wasn’t quite sure why.

As she noticed the other android’s gaze, she slightly turned her head to face him. While doing so her body remained perfectly still, a movement so unnatural it immediately gave away her inhuman nature.

She gave the stranger a short nod as a greeting.

[apositronicman]

She turned to acknowledge him, and Andrew felt suddenly inadequate. Trapped inside such a simple metal frame, where the android before him had a human likeness.

Still, he knew that his mind was unique. As unique as the mechanical marvel that stood before him.

“Good morning. My name is Andrew Martin.”

[apositronicman]

In his tenure as a household robot for the Martin family, the NDR-114 known to those he cared for as “Andrew,” noticed many of his kind assigned to their own respective families, venturing forth about their daily chores.

@rdorothywayneright was something else. He recognized her immediately as an android; one has a tendency to recognize its own kind. However, what baffled Andrew was how human her appearance was. There was a grace and fluidity to her every movement.

Andrew wondered: who was the master craftsman who formed this android? Could he himself be upgraded in a similar manner? What changes might that bring for himself and his family?

[apositronicman]

The flip of a switch powered sensors within NDR-114’s positronic brain, bringing visual and auditory systems online.

It was all a haze of light at first, the same as some humans claim to experience upon waking from anesthesia.

And then, his vision cleared.

A family stood before him: a man and his wife. Their two little girls...his family.

The family he had been assigned to. The family he had been designed to serve in all ways.

Sir asked for an explanation of the laws of robotics so that his daughters, Miss and Little Miss, might understand.

It was all too easy a task for NDR-114 to accomplish, but the presentation seemed to frighten his new owners; especially Little Miss.

‘Darling, he’s an android...’ Sir explained.

‘What’s an Andrew?’ Little Miss questioned eagerly.

Andrew.

“Is that to be one’s name, Sir?”

Andrew.

He couldn’t explain it, but from that very moment, the metal framework which held the spirit of Andrew Martin felt lighter.

He was Andrew Martin, and this was his family.