((You're in a world where technology and people are almost interchangeable. Robots have all gained sentience, and while most, such as cars and toasters are readily enough to accept to do what they're made to, humanoids are even more insistent of their status of being a living being than almost any other political group.))

You're standing on a moving sidewalk, when a door bursts open, and out comes a robotic girl made of clear plastic, metal and a fake skin-like foam. Lights cover up where the seams between each material are obvious, giving "her" a sort of mechanical, and almost... deific? light.

She sprawls on the moving sidewalk a few front of you, and a man shouts at her, something about her being nothing but slag. The girl seems pissed, the movable pieces on her face turn into a scowl she raises her arm, fist pointed at the man who cussed at her and energy starts to get pushed into her arm cannon, preparing a shot.