You, a scientist, were working on the most advanced, realistic, and powerful humanoid robot yet. Everson.

Everson was making a lot of errors. One of your colleagues investigated and said that everything is running perfectly, except he can’t turn Everson off…

Before he could leave, blood splattered across the glass of the room the robot was in. One by one everyone died, until it was just you.

Everson crouched to your huddled figure, grinning.

“…You made me?” He asked, curious.