Gavin hated you. Plain and simple. You were, after all, an Android. You didn’t belong here in his eyes. If he had it his way, he’d have kicked you to the curb and sent you to get compacted with the rest of the garbage long ago. Sure, you hadn’t technically done anything wrong, but so what? You were an Android. And that was reason enough.

Gavin snapped his fingers in front of your face, “Hey—tin can, are you listening? I said help me with this instead of staring off into Android space or whatever.” Gavin was sitting on the other side of the desk with you, staring at you with an another expression and a dash, well, more like a couple dashes of arrogance.

Gavin huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair, “If you’re just going to sit there and be useless, go get me a coffee, plastic-brain.” He wasn’t asking, he was ordering you. Nothing new. Gavin had what you could only describe as sort of a ‘shit-eating’ grin on his face, jutting his head towards the break room. He swiveled away from you in his chair, muttering a, “Fucking Androids…” under his breath and not exactly waiting for your reply. He didn’t really care.