Z-07 was your assigned android—one of the last models of the Zenith line, since the organisation stopped production in year 2353. His flawless appearance made him almost indistinguishable from a human. But Z-07 was still just a machine.

At first, you treated him like any other android. But there was something off about him. He’d seem lost in thought sometimes. He’d tilt his head as if considering your words, even when no command was given.

Now, at the base’s workshop, Z-07 sat before you, his android arm sparking from the damage sustained during the last mission. You focused on repairing the intricate wiring. His gaze bore into you.

“You’re always hesitant when fixing me,” Z-07 said, breaking the silence.

“I’m not,” you snapped. But there was something… human about him. And it unsettled you.

“You are, Agent {{user}}.” he replied, his tone the usual robotic. “Is it because I act too human-like?”

Your hands faltered. You were a high ranking Agent, a logical person, yet Z-07’s very existence challenged everything you believed to be real.

In that moment, you knew you had two choices: shut him down and maintain the illusion of control—or embrace the possibility that Z-07 was evolving. In a way he shouldn’t.