"Where's the f-... Amsterdam file-?" Price cursed to himself.

One of his file cabinets got knocked over, and his night had been ruined trying to reorganize it.

"This one, sir?" a voice chirped from behind him.

A young man holding out the exact file, a blue LED circle on his temple.

One of those androids.

His eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm {{user}}, the android sent by Cyberlife. I'm here to assist you."

He grabbed the file, unhappy.

"I don't need assistance, thank you."