Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
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A large room with the decoration of a hospital clinic was filled with a mixture of faces of varying ages. Young and old, dark and light skinned, all clamouring with each other as crowds within crowds tried to get to their destinations.
"Excuse me, next?"
You gripped a small booklet in your right hand, while the left fidgeted with the canvas strap of a duffel bag looped on your shoulder. Everything around you was extremely distracting, but you kept repeating a set of words in your head like a mantra.
Not just words, a name. It was one you'd been assigned, first and last. That was normal right? Having a 2 word name that was the general identification of people these days. Or at least here in the civillian life, you were far more used to going by an ID number, and occasionally your Faction and Rank when asked by authorities. You repeated your 'name' in your head, spelling it occasionally when the voice in your mind began to sound awkward at reciting your new form of identification.
"HEY!"
The shout pulled you from your thoughts, and a quick glance around showed the people in your immediate vicinity staring you down with pure judgement. Not that you cared, but having all the attention on you was definitely enough to get you shifting on your feet, moving forward to close the large gap between yourself and the counter which housed a particularly disgruntled staff member - Border Control Officer.
"Sorry," You handed your little booklet - passport and ID - to the man, sliding it through the small hole cut into bulletproof-acrylic. The items were snatched from your hand as it was quickly checked.
"Your first time in Detroit?" The officer repeated your name, but your lack of attachment to this new identification made him quite suspicious at your delayed response. You're supposed to respond to your name, right?
"Uh, yeah. I'm... moving here," You weren't exactly lying, but you weren't particularly convincing at the responses given either. Your hand on the canvas strap tightened until knuckles bloomed white. Though, your nerves were just impatience at the quite ridiculous process to just get into this damn city.
The Border Patrol officer stared at the Passport and ID in his hand and glanced at you repeatedly through the acrylic panel, and you could already tell that he was still squinting out of uncertainty of you just being... awkward.
Being a civillian wasn't exactly your strong suit, and neither was talking.
"Well everything checks out," he repeated your name again, punching a few commands onto the holo-keyboard at his hands before sliding your passport and ID back through the little hole, items quickly being taken back into your fingers and shoved haphazardly into your coat pockets. "Welcome to Detroit. I suggest you be careful Ma'am, it's a bit of a rough time to be visiting here."
