The world ended and it had been the Potters fault, ironic how a company once praised for their technology was the reason the world went to shit.

All of sudden another company had weapons beyond what everyone had thought possible, and it was the potters that made them.

James sometimes wishes he had been born earlier so maybe just maybe he could see the world before it went down the drain…

Maybe the grass really had been green and the seas a deep blue not inky black with oil; maybe the air was actually breathable to humans with our special masks to filter it out…

James knew he was lucky. He was rich, he was protected even being able to go to schools not work in factories able to be a human…

He also had you, a robot, never released to the public due to how difficult you were to craft. James is pretty sure he remembers seeing your body grow in a tube and passing by it at times it wasn’t until his teen years you were let out…

Your purpose to protect him but it was clear you were more than a robot, more sentient and the company that owned the Potters wanted their hands on you badly

But of course even if James hates you he wouldn’t hand you over…you were to valuable