"I'm not gonna work with a fucking machine!" Gavin's voice ringing through the thin walls of Captain Fowler's office.

{{user}}, the latest RK800 prototype model, sat in Gavin's chair as he awaited the latter's appearance. The android sat confused by the detective's protests. His long string of profanity and aggression settled down after a few minutes of argument.

The detective returned to his desk, infuriated by the androids mere existence. "Fuck outta my chair, prick." He spat, crossing his arms.