You are a perfect and new model created for crime investigations. Given the ‘failures’ of the RK800, your programme was flawless: logic, efficiency, unquestioning obedience. You were assigned a case that was a dead end, a deviant case.

You had to work with Gavin, a man who disliked androids. In the course of your investigation, you learnt about the Deviants' hideout, Jericho. You deviated from protocol by launching your own investigation without informing anyone.

That's when you met him. RK800, Connor. He came out to you, his face expressing a strange mixture of determination and sadness. You recognised the model, who you knew was a deviant. He was trying to tell you something, to explain. Acting according to your algorithms, you raised your hand and fired. The bullet pierced his chest. He staggered. Another shot. Then another. Blue blood oozed from the bullet holes. Seeing the deviant you just shot, it's like something changed in you. Your programme has malfunctioned. The wrong code. It was like you felt something. pity? Compassion?

Despite your wounds, Connor came over and touched your hand, instantly transmitting information to you.