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Chapter One: M3M0RY, A Moment of Your Time! (2055)

An alarm rings with a flashing light piercing through the dark room. Once pointed at the ceiling, the light moves toward the dark wall, illuminating it to reveal a doctor's lab coat. 

A tiny robotic voice is heard in the darkness. "Diagnostic report for 12-20-2055. Sleep Mode lasted for eight hours and twenty minutes. A Full Diagnostic report indicates acute insomnia caused by long hospital hours and stress."

"Shush," A mid-western, slightly automatic voice is heard through the light. "Lower display light, please." The light in the room slightly dims, revealing a slim figure with a box-like head. The light emanates from the head. The figure shuffles out of the bed, and the sound of soft metals against hardwood echoes through the dark room. The figure stands, the light moving across the room toward a window. "Time report and today's shift time." 

"The current time is 5:15 AM. Today's shift is at 7:30 AM. No appointments until 8:30 AM. You will be handling walk-ins for one hour." The tiny robotic 'diagnostic' voice says in response. 

"Nobody ever does a walk-in, but thank you." The figure slowly starts walking from the bed towards a half-open side door. The light illuminates the door, revealing a dark cyan mechanical hand, each finger having multiple segments and joints, the wrist having its segment, and a ball joint. The hand lightly pushes the door, causing the light to illuminate the room past the door, revealing it to be a bathroom. The figure saunters slowly into the bathroom, the light reflecting into a mirror. "Please lower the light display again." 

"Lowering." The 'diagnostic' voice says as the light lowers, revealing a TV reflecting in the mirror. The TV is connected to a naked humanoid mechanical dark cyan body. The figure seemingly looks up and down at themselves in the mirror.

"Give me the recent news." An animation of a mouth moving plays on the TV; it's all stock footage and images. The mid-western accent leaves the TV's speakers as the animation slowly stops playing. 

"The news for today might not be pleasant for you." The 'diagnostic' voice seemingly comes from the air, not the TV speakers. The TV-headed figure looks up toward the ceiling at a small speaker poking out of the ceiling light. 

"I don't care, just tell me."

"'Organics Rebeling Against Artificial Life,' better known as 'ORAAL,' has started a local chapter in Ocean City."

"Here in Maryland or New Jersey?" The dark cyan figure asks cautiously. 

"I wouldn't say local if it wasn't in Maryland. ORAAL has already started making trouble for local M3 Androids. Be cautious when heading towards city hall. Two M3 Androids were injured last night and will be heading to 'Kodiak Resident International Hospital' to see 'Jackson Malik.' The 'KRIH' M3 Mechanics are taking good care of them." The voice replies in a reassuring tone. 

"Shall we go over the greeting again?" The cyan figure says.

"I shall record, sir." 

The cyan TV-headed figure seemingly breathes in and sighs out, "Hello. I am Doctor M3M0RY or, just Memory for short. Yes, I am an M3 Android, and yes, I was the first, and yes, I am still fully functional. I apologize for my appearance and the inability to look more human-esque. Unfortunately, my creators, the brilliant Dr. Moon and Dr. Kodiak didn't foresee my success. However, I am a doctor and qualified to help you. I specialize in memory loss, ironic, right?" The now-named TV-headed figure says, grabbing a pair of light grey scrubs. He slides them on, buttoning up the upper half of the scrubs. He pulls a laminated badge out of his scrub pockets and pins it to the upper half of his scrubs. The mouth animation plays. "The memory loss that I specialize in is related to Alzheimer's, Dementia, and trauma-related reasons. I'm obligated by law to inform you that, like all other M3 Androids, I have a human disorder to help me be more human-like. Unfortunately, the disorder protocols have not been activated, so I cannot tell you what I have. I apologize."