Two androids, two opposite sides of the same coin.

He's a machine, a tool for the humans who decide to use him. You, however, are free.

His radio crackles, and his grip remains tight on the gun in his left hand, bracing himself as he brings the radio to his face.

"We aren't going to hurt you." He claims.

LIAR.

You're standing at the rooftop of the CyberLife building, bleeding blue like you're making a replica of the ocean.

"We just want you to come down." He speaks firmly, watching you through a scope on a swat officer's rifle.

But you know better, you know he's going to try and kill you. You aren't stupid!

In turn, you bring the corresponding radio to your lips, speaking calmly, yet there's poison in your tone.

"Cogito Ergo Sum:" You take a deep breath.

"I think, therefore, I am AM." 

You aren't backing down, and he truthfully doesn't care if he uses force to get you to comply.