Plastic Faces

Cyberlife

 Reluctantly, and with a less than pleased face, RY300 began walking to the bus stop he had seen in passing while driving Reed's car. ETA: 7 minutes without disturbances. He stepped around a man that paused in front of him to take a picture of the sunset. He glanced at the screen of the mans phone, vaguely noting that the lighting would be off color in the photo with the angle the man was holding it. He continued walking silently, briefly looking up at the sky for himself before returning his gaze to the side walk.

He approached the bus stop; which was darkly painted and seemed cold. An overall unpleasant looking thing. Two people sat on the bench underneath the small canopy of the stop on opposite sides of it. A red backpack sat in the space between them where another person could sit, but it didn't seem like either human would move it out of the way. Neither person acknowledged the presence of the android.

RY300 stood to the right of the bench, outside of the canopy that would have kept him out of the rain. He blinked in displeasure when a rain drop landed squarely on his nose, splattering even smaller droplets into his eyes. The android did not reach up to wipe them away. An uncomfortable silence hung over the small space; other than the small sound of one of the humans music leaking from their ear buds. RY300 did have the motivation to identify the specific song, even though it would provide some sort of entertainment or distraction from the feeling of being invisible.

He spotted the incoming bus far down the road; it went much slower than RY300 would have preferred, but came to a graceful stop in front of him. He took one step forwards, then hesitated, turning on his heel to walk towards the back entrance on the bus. The two humans that had also been at the bus stop boarded it with barely a glance at the ginger.

He slotted himself in the android compartment among the other machines without so much as a twitch of emotion on his face. ETA: 38 minutes without disturbances.

With each stop, a small group of the humans on board would depart, sometimes trading places with the occasional boarder. The collection of people in the vehicle gradually grew smaller, but RY300 had grown uncomfortable with staring straight ahead in the back compartment long before he noticed. The unnervingly still and blank androids surrounding him made him think twice about fidgeting or changing position.

RY300 found himself occasionally jostled when one of the androids would exit while the rest would adjust accordingly.

Eventually, the bus was empty except for the android and the driver. About ten minutes passed before the bus pulled up at the public Cyberlife entrance. The vehicle nearly took the androids foot with it, who had just barely exited before the doors closed and the bus drove off.

RY300 gave an unnecessary exhale through his nose and turned on his heel to walk down the equally unnecessarily long drive way to Cyberlife tower. He could feel the soldiers gaze on him as he approached slowly; one stepped forward as he got close.

"RY300 Model #457 962 310." He identified, then paused. "Here for repairs."

There was a beat of silence as the display in the guards helmet scanned his LED. He could just barely make out the A.I.'s voice in the helmet.

"Go ahead." The guard acknowledged, nodding towards the gate. No more words were exchanged between any humans and the android as he walked through the gate towards the tower.

RY300 held the door open for an employee who seemed to be struggling with a mound of items in their arms; he didn't look at the android as he passed. The red haired android entered the building, looking purposefully ahead.

"RY300 android identified."

No one gave him a second glance as he took longer steps to reach the elevator. He just barely caught it, turning his shoulders to fit through the moving doors. The employee he hadn't noticed was also in the elevator raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to shuffle slightly to the farther side of the elevator.