I finally awakened, thinking I was dreaming it all, but I was still in the time machine with blood all over my forehead. My eyes throbbed from the light earlier, but now the whole machine was dark except for the same light on the top flickering like it always had. I stand up and reach for the door handle, and open it to a large but completely normal looking city. No flying cars, no hoverboards, and no lava rising from the Earth's core like I thought. I recognized the city as my birthplace, Detroit. Some things had changed, like the sidewalks weren't cracked anymore and more houses were built, and also street signs and traffic lights were holographic. Cars roamed up and down the main roads as if nothing changed, but they had lived when these holographic signs were a thing so I guess they're used to it by now. I pulled out my phone from my pocket, and sighed as I saw it shattered on every bit of it. I left it in the machine, and stepped out into this new world. I walked to a neighborhood which I recognized to be my old childhood neighborhood. Memories started flooding back when I had all my friends over to celebrate my birthdays, and how we build a homemade slip 'n slide out of wet yoga mats and soap. Every house looked the same; either white or gray with black shingles and a small roofed porch out front. I held back tears by looking at the city, seeing a large office building with a billboard closer to it.
Meet your forever android helper today!
1-800-BOT-HELP
Androids.
Detroit had invented androids. I made my way quickly to the building, not too far from where I stood in my neighborhood. I entered, feeling the woosh of AC right on my face. My forehead burned more, and a nice looking man stood at the reception table.
"Hello, can I help you?" He asked, folding his hands together and staring blankly on my face.
"Yes, actually. I am looking to have an android like it says on your billboard out there." I smiled, then relaxed my expression when I saw the man never smiled back. He just pulled apart his hands and went into the room behind him. I waited for a minute, then he opened the door again, this time coming out with another man. He had dirty blonde hair combed back neatly like a businessman. On his left temple, a button looking thing blinked slowly a light blue. He had on a gray suit with blue streaks running on the edges where it opened to a white shirt. A tag was sewn into the side of his fancy little jacket: RK-200.
"This is Vincent." The man put his hand on the android's shoulder. Vincent looked extremely realistic. The texture of his skin looked exactly like a human's... Which made me a bit suspicious of how the company made these things.
"Hello, I am Vincent, the android sent by cyberlife." He nodded his head at me, then readjusted his posture. The receptionist looked at him, then back at me.
"I'm... Elias." I said, trying not to cry from the pain throbbing in my eyes and forehead.
"He is programmed to call you 'lieutenant' if that's what you want." Vincent stepped around the counter next to me.
"You are bleeding." He points to his forehead, tracing down to his eyebrow resembling the blood that trickled down.
"Sure, that's fine." I replied back to the receptionist, who nodded, then stared a bit longer.
"Be careful. Some androids have a mind of their own. A dangerous mind of their own." Then in a flash, he was back in the room he had Vincent come from.
"Dangerous mind?" I repeated out loud. Vincent looked at me, almost in a state of confusion.
"Malware– not all of our parts are good. Some were shipped from other countries with viruses that act at different times." I saw his light flicker from blue to yellow, then to blue.
I changed the subject. "Can I call you Vince?" His light flickered again.
"I suppose, yes. But my software is designed for me to answer to my full name, Vincent." The corners of his mouth twitched, like he was trying to smile, but forgot how. I decided to step out with him, and travel back to the neighborhood.
"Where are we going, lieutenant?" Vincent asked, walking with me.
"These houses here. I lived in one of these copies when I was younger." I spilled, but then remembered nobody knows I am from the past. Vincent continued looking forward, but his light flickered yellow again as he thought.
"How young?" He finally asked.
"I will tell you later since it's hard for me to explain with all this noise." I didn't know if I should tell him. What if he found the time machine and figured out how to use it, then traveled there and caused world destruction? What if he was infected with the malware mind? The more my mind raced, the worse it hurt. We just happened to step in a house, completely empty but fully furnished.
"I live here." Vincent said. "May I show you around?"
"Yeah." I smiled weakly, following him around as he showed me rooms. Two bedrooms, one bath, a small kitchen and a living room. It was very nice. When we were done, I waved at Vince while he was at the kitchen counter, and headed to the other bedroom. I slipped into the neat covers, messing them all up from fixing my body to where it was comfortable, and fell asleep very quickly just like in the time machine.
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2038: Vincent
Science Fiction(All text was transferred from google docs; none was stolen.) This story is inspired by the video game Detroit: Become Human. All credit goes to the producers of it, and I am not trying to steal any of their content from the game. About: Elias; a 16...
