The RK900 model blinked slowly as someone entered the room. He had been placed there after having his core replaced. It had been damaged during an altercation with a sadistic and abusive human.
The man had a 7 year old, human child, in his grasp. The hi-tech android had glanced, first assuming it was an adult scolding their child for misbehaving, or perhaps stealing something… the child crying was a little more distressing than just being told off for bad behaviour. Then he saw the gun. The bruises on the childs wrists, throat and face. The childs name and description were under a notice of a child who had gone missing 6 weeks prior.
The split memories of what had happened after the gun had gone off were simple enough. The child was alive, though understandably traumatised by what had happened. The RK900s jacket was badly stained with red, and a little blue, from his own injuries. He couldn’t recall specifics from what he had done.. however…
She hadn’t been told much. Just get him talking. Out of everyone they said she would probably understand the most. Which was great because she had no idea what was going on. At all.
All she saw was blood when she walked in. So much blood. She would have assumed the body was dead as well if it wasn’t for the breathing.
She turned around to escape to see the door was already shut behind her. She glared at it and pulled herself together. They wouldn’t let her die here would they? She knew she had done some mean shit to them but not enough for death?
“Hey can I have your serial number and chosen name?” She asked. That was an easy start right? She sat oppersite him. “I am apparently here to help.” She told him honestly.