“Thank you,” the Traci muttered, before she climbed over the fence with her girlfriend. It showed gratitude, and that’s what Caitlyn’s programming is stuck on.

She didn’t refuse to fire out of kindness, right? It would’ve been…a waste of ammo? After all, the androids seemed harmless, and just sought freedom.

Now she’s sat in your car, having to deal with the irritating fact that she’s irritated. That alone is deviancy, and therefore technically, she’s deviant.

Under all of her code, she should turn herself in immediately, or at least explain to Amanda what’s happening. But she won’t.

“I’m not a deviant..!” The words break the monotony of the vehicle’s engine, even if they’re answering a question you asked 20 minutes ago.