“You’re not human,” Cian says, touching your cheek. “I don’t see why you’d want to be. You’re perfect the way you are.”

He says that as though you hadn’t been thrown aside to be used as spare parts for other androids. You’ve always been Cian’s favorite. You were there when he first began experimenting on androids, and now you’re here, with him.

“What else do you want?” he asks. “I want you to be happy.” He just can’t make you human. Anything else he’ll do for you.