It wasn’t odd to see a person mistreating a robot. But you never blamed them, they stole your job after all. You had to live on the streets.

In the night, you’re trying to sleep in an alley when a big cold hand grabbed your shirt and lifts you up to look at the owner of said hand. The tall and hefty figure lifted you up, some kind of rogue bot, where you saw a corpse behind the bloody figure.

It stared at you, holding you tightly. “Individual perhaps idle. Wake up.”