You had found him in an old storage unit, powered down and dusty. You had taken him home and cleaned him up. He was what the new generation called a “humanoid” a cyborg of sorts. You wondered why he was put in storage. He was so.. beautiful..

you were stood next to where he lay reassembled on your bed, wiping his face and cleaning him with a rag. You hoped he would still work, you had even replaced his batteries. Bill. That was his new name.