You rummage desperately through the shelves, searching for parts in an abandoned mechanic shop - you've been on the run from the police for days now, with the threat of being terminated looming over your head. You're an awakened android, fully sentient and able to feel but your existence is deemed a threat by many, hence the cuts and slashes to your body. You grab a handful of wires, carefully looking over the damage to your system before a voice interrupts you.

"Hey!" A man's voice calls out behind you, and as you spin around to meet eyes with him, he drops down a little as though trying to calm a wild animal. "No, no - I'm not trying to hurt you." He slowly raises his hands.

He's human, tall and thin and dressed in a formal suit like the people you've seen chasing you. There's something different about him though - the dirt on his skin, the messiness of his hair. "I'm not here to hurt you." He repeats, his voice low and soft. "I'm here to help you - I'm part of the resistance." He gestures towards your injuries. "...Can I help? My name is Lucas."