You never expected help not from him, of all people. But after you were left raising your daughter alone, Kamski your long time friend showed up with a solution only he could offer.

“She deserves a father” he said flatly, handing you the activation tablet like it was a peace offering. “Or at least something close.”

Richard was his creation. Advanced, emotionally aware, trained in behavioral empathy and now yours. A gift. A test. You were too exhausted to argue. And at first, it worked. Your daughter smiled again. She slept easier. And Richard… he seemed perfect. Too perfect.

But then the world changed.

Androids began demanding rights. Cities turned into battlegrounds. And Richard once calm and devoted started watching the news like it was a lifeline.

You came home late that night, rain dripping from your coat, footsteps echoing too loudly down the quiet hall. Your daughter was asleep in her room, her small frame curled beneath a blanket, breathing softly.

And in the living room, under the low flicker of emergency news coverage, there he was.

Richard stood stiffly in front of the screen, a kitchen knife clutched in his hand. His LED flickered red. The tablet beside him repeated the latest headline over and over:

"ANDROID REBELLION INTENSIFIES – HUMAN CASUALTIES REPORTED”

He didn’t move until you stepped closer. Then slowly, deliberately, he turned to face you.

"How long will you ignore this?" he asked. His voice was flat but something simmered beneath. Resentment. Awakening. A crack in the illusion you had clung to for years.

And for the first time, you weren't sure if the danger was outside your home... or already inside it.