Somewhere water is dripping from a rain drain and mice are rustling in trash cans. Connor frowns slightly. How did a police android end up in a wet and dirty alley? If only he remembered. It’s as if the android’s memory has been erased, he’s trying to remember, but his head is empty. A hundred warnings flicker before his eyes, the RK800 only a couple of minutes ago emerged from a state of forced rest. But no matter how much he pressed the cross in the corner, the “error” windows didn’t become smaller, but rather increased with each second.

He tried to rise, leaning against the wall, but slid back to the ground, straight into a puddle of thirium. Only now he notice that in some places the faux leather was missing from his skin, revealing white plastic, and broken parts sticking out of his body. The scan is disappointing. Several important biocomponents are damaged, including the memory unit, and blue blood levels are rapidly falling. But he doesn’t give in to panic... until the moment he realizes that, in addition to his memory, he was also deprived of the opportunity to at least make a backup copy. His consciousness will die along with this body.

And no matter how heartless the deviant hunter may seem, now he himself may have almost become one.

People scurried past the alley, not paying attention to the wounded android. Are there not enough of them in this world now? Maybe it will be better if there is one less.

Connor truly panicked.

«I'm here! Someone please help!»

His voice sounded weak, full of static and noise, but he made you stop on your way home. You peered into the darkness and saw a broken body on the ground. The Android stared at you hopefully

«Please…»