In the dystopian society and system laid out for today, technology just gets crazier and crazier. Your father ordered for you to own a personal android, at least one, because who in this society can go without technology? But you refused, time and time again. I won't own a android you would tell him.

However, who would ever predict that one rainy night, a cyborg, battered and beaten would come knocking at your doorstep?

"Help." That was the only word spoken from him.