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Biocomponents: Assessing...

Biocomponents: Functional

Thirium Circulation: Optimal

Electrical Conduction: Optimal

Receptor Response: Optimal

Model RY300 #457 962 310

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Name: ...

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Warning: Unregistered changes in Processor Section #5713

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Confirmed. Resume status diagnostic.

Cyberlife uplink established.

Navigational systems: Functional

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Errors: None.

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The dark clouds hanging above in the sky seemed to make the late hour even darker than it should be. The water that fell from it only made it become an irritating factor. It was unfortunate how easy the irritation could be read due to the LED ring on the androids temple. Time:-the automatic message was interrupted almost as quickly as it came up. The android knew it's future acquaintanceswere late, he didn't want to know howlate. Again.

The impatient tapping of shoes would have seemed odd to any human who paid attention or had the intelligence to realize whyit was odd. But, as expected, it went unnoticed. All they saw was a tall, ginger android waiting on a corner. The sudden harsh glare of light sweeping over him made the android squint at the source.

The car that pulled up to the curb was a relief to the android, who crossed his arms upon observing it. A slightly disheveled looking man exited the vehicle after a few brief moments. Hank Anderson. Male. Age:53. Lieutenant.Before the man could even reach the sidewalk, the other passenger exited the vehicle as well, causing the man to scoff in an exasperated manner and grumble to himself. The other passenger, an android RK800 #313 248 317-51. Designation: Connor, didn't seem to be bothered by the reaction.

The Lieutenant pushed past the small grouping of reporters and journalists, only giving them short and dismissive replies to their swarm of questions. Some of the journalists grumbled and complained under their breath. None of the humans gave the RK800 a second glance as he passed them.

"You're late." the unnamed android already near the house stated once the Lieutenant reached him on the top of the steps, tone somewhere between a fact and a complaint. Hank looked up, mouth open to respond immediately before catching sight of the glowing LED and, very obviously, changing what he would have said "What are you? A walking clock?" the human said, sarcasm clear to anyone who wasn't an android. The Lieutenant looked at the new androids uniform that displayed it's model number; RY300. He'd never heard of it. The other android scowled, turning dismissively as he replied "Yes yes, hilarious. Can we get on with it?" the android didn't look back at the human as it continued towards the automated police line. "God, there's going to be two of you?" Anderson muttered from behind.

A human officer held a hand out immediately "Androids are not permitted beyond this point." he warned. Before the RY300 could retort that he was beyondauthorized, Lieutenant Anderson came up from behind, speaking up for the other officer "It's with me." he supplied "What part of 'stay in the car' didn't you understand?" he spoke unhappily at the RK800 android accompanying him.