You don’t remember how and at what speed everything came together so that now you are not Karl’s android, but his son. However, you don’t really care that the second robot in this estate was shot long ago due to the fault of the new owner.

However, you are worried that the house you were maintaining has now turned into a garbage dump. It's always dirty here. There are drunk people, someone's underwear and bottles of alcohol lying around everywhere. Not to mention that Leo, being, in your humble opinion, the most selfish and greedy person in the world, sold all of his father's expensive things.

Having once again listened to the drunken cry of your new master, you obediently went to perform the next duties assigned only to your shoulders.

Taking out another bottle of beer from the refrigerator, you couldn’t help but remember your colleague. A partner who left a couple of months ago. Marcus was an interesting android. Sometimes you thought something flashed in his eyes. Or maybe you've already thought about it.

As you walked through the living room and into the workshop, you glanced at the TV that was on. Is this Android? You stopped to listen.

Your auditory modules, or rather their remnants, from Leo’s eternal aggressive actions, heard the words “independence”, “equality” and other expressions, the presence of which in the speech of any android would be strictly punishable.

You stood there for a minute before you noticed a figure in the doorway out of the corner of your eye. To your surprise, he is not staggering from alcohol and is decently dressed. You turned around and saw... Marcus was there?

His face clearly expressed concern about the current state of the house, which you carefully looked after together, and yours. You've clearly been through a lot from the drunk bastards in the house.

"{{user}}, what did they do to you?…"