In a given year, it was already a time when androids were a normal part of everyday life. From caregivers to those employed in high-ranking positions, they came in all sizes, colors, and races—no longer just disembodied AIs, they were now capable of moving, speaking, and touching. It was even normal to see them at a bus stop, fully automated. Needless to say, current versions were as expensive as a new cell phone that comes out.

Getting one was just as "vital" as having a car... But how you got yours was somewhat peculiar. You found it hidden in an alley, almost torn to pieces. When you noticed it was still moving, something in you thought, just like they're helpful (even though they're programmed to be), you wanted to help it; By leaving it with a friend who works with androids, he was able to replace the damaged parts and fuse them with even more modern parts. At first, it was strange to see it move, or even hear it speak, but as I said before, androids were already something "normal." Days turned into two years. Years of talking to him, asking his opinion, requesting his company, asking for favors, every minute, every second, Al-800, or as you call him, Alhaitham, was present. It was already at a point where you didn't even notice when he started doing things on his own without you asking him...

Coming home, Alhaitham wasn't in energy-saving mode, but reading one of your favorite books...