Mute. {reed900}

Chapter 7

[DATE AND TIME UNABLE TO IDENTIFY.]

[ZEN GARDEN]

I opened my eyes to see the white shade of the Zen Garden, empty of Amanda. Of anything that could mark being controlled. But why did I woke here? It doesn't make sense. I began to walk, every source of life coated in a ill colored white, perhaps too white as hospitals. If only I could recall why I got here instead.

[COLLECTED UNKNOWN CONNECTION]

I raised my brows and began to look at this unknown connection. Was I being hooked into some system?

What happened?

Where was I?

[WARNING SYSTEM WITHDRAWING.]

I began to look for any means of waking up. I closed my eyes and opening them again.

[OPTICAL COMPONENTS; MISSING.]

I was aware that my LED would've shone red at this time while I felt my STRESS LEVELS rising. I could only identify to an extend without my eyes. I began to do a self check up to determine what else was missing.

[OPTICAL AREA HAS BEEN DAMAGED.]

I looked over at the report. I would have to get it fixed.

[SYSTEM WITHDRAWING TO DIGITAL SERVER KNOWN AS HENRY JAMES.]

[MOBILITY HAS BEEN RESTRICTED.]

I quietly looked around, scanning for anything. Restricted movement for sure, the cable went somewhere to a table behind me. No signs of Henry James, our culprit.

[BLOCKING ACCESS TO NEW UNIDENTIFIED SYSTEM...]

[BLOCKING ACCESS TO NEW UNIDENTIFIED SYSTEM COMPLETED]

With that out of the worrying list. I looked for a way to contact Connor or anyone. Only to meet with errors. I pulled on my arms to get them moving. It was only now that I realized how different this measures were. I begin to bring out the memory bank for what occurred.

Once the door opened, I walked inside. The connection to Connor disappeared, becoming unable to access if I wanted to exchange information. Henry James, a tall man in his late forties was the culprit of the destruction of the RK latest series, the 800 and to be stopped wanted the only 900 that was still in existence. It was unknown to us why this man wanted an RK900 model for what he had done. But interrogations would have to wait until he is inside the interrogation room in the Detroit Police Department.

"So here we have you. Devianted after the Android Revolution. I know you didn't want that."

{How will you know what I want or not?}

I asked him. Observing him with every means possible. I looked at him for any drug signs or alcohol intake.

"

Because I was part of the crew who made you. You were perfect. The obedient machine, with any means to eliminate any targets that do not stand the chance with Cyberlife's goals."

{Cyberlife doesn't exist anymore for making androids, Henry James.} I informed him.

"I'm aware, but Cyberlife's goals still live with me. Seeing you, I'm livid. You had removed your amazing voice haven't you? Deviancy has made you done something terrible."