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November 13th, 2038 ; 7:37 A.M

I felt someone shaking me. I peeked my eyes open seeing Markus. I sat up stretching my arms. 

"Good morning." I blinked my eyes adjusting to the lights. "We leave in another hour. Enough time for you to get ready." O yea. The plane landed 5 hours ago. I slept an hour in the jet and Markus piggy backed me to the limo to the hotel. Then toke me to our room. I was to tired so he plopped me on the bed and tucked me in to let me sleep. Felt like a little kid when he did it. I didn't mind. I got off the bed and went to the restroom with my backpack that had everything I needed. After an hour and half we were on the limo heading to the white house. As we got closer, I saw a lot of people outside with signs saying no freedom and others saying freedom. That gave me relief knowing there are people out there who also agree for androids. The limo parked and the driver said we're here. I got out seeing hundreds of people. Reporters were even looking at us, aiming the camera at us. I was shaking. Markus stood by my side, then started walking. I catch up to him and walked by his side looking at the people we pass. We made it to the front and body guards stood there. He brought his walkie talkie up and said we're here. He escorted us through the building then stopped by a set of double doors. He opened them telling us to enter. We did. It was large table with a lot of seats. I sat down as Markus looked out the window.

"We have a lot of protesters." 

"But we also have people who are on our side to," he looked at me and smiled, then the doors opened. The president walked in. A body guard was behind her, but she told him to stay guard behind the doors. He nodded and closed them. She walked and sat across me. Another person came and sat next to her. She had a computer.

"Now then. Shall we began?" I nodded. Markus came and sat next to me. We spent 4 hours in that room. As we finished, we shake hands with the president and walked out the room to where the reporters are waiting for us. She walked up the stage as we followed her and stood.

"As you know. Androids will be considered equals. We have discussed the rights for androids. It will be posted online of documentation of what androids must follow. From this day. November 11th will be Android Marching Day, and the 12th will be declared National Android Freedom Day. The day androids have finally gained there freedom. Any questions?" A bunch of reporters stood, yelling as the raised their hands. "Yes, you"

"There are still people who hates androids. What happens when they kill them.?"

"If any human kills an android, that will count as a murder just like when you kill a human. It goes the same as a android of they kill a human or another android. Next please" she pointed another reporter. 

"Will androids take over our jobs? Will more people lose their jobs because of androids?" 

"Androids will be employed as the same as a human. It depends of the person hire's. That being said, hospitals will be built bigger, it will be a place also where an android is damaged they can be fixed at the hospitals as well. But, an android cannot have its memory removed and sent to another android. An android will only have one life, if damage is unfixable then it shall slowly die just like a human." That's the thing I agreed to. As much I know Conner comes back when he's dead, just seeing that makes me mad, but the same time relief. As each question came, some for Markus and me. The last couple question came.

"As for that. Just like humans, androids will also have last names, they will still have there ID code, but as equals it should give a right for androids to also have last names," I said. 

"So who will be running CyberLife?"

"I will. CyberLife has all the things Androids need to live. I will be operating things with my group. As leader of the deviants I will spread this law for my kind to know what rights we have. We will build some shops were androids can get parts," Markus said. 

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