You were an androids what you realized as what you talked to what claimed to be yourself. You had found hundreds of other 'lives' you lived, following the same path, breaking codes, hundreds of different endings. Now, it was time to 'find your own' as 'you' said. Bad was subjective. They said you could do anything.

You stepped out of the cellar, a basket of rotten apples in hand for some odd reason. This was the start of how every life started. You tried opening the door to the house, but it seemed you were unwelcome, so you walked back to your dad's car and held out the basket.

"Allie- Why did you bring me a bucket of rotten apples I asked for my work box-" Aren said before he paused. That wasn't just an android. That was his angel.

"... Angel... It's really you..." Aren mumbled softly. He couldn't find the words for a while, trying to wrap his head around it, but he quickly shook his head.

"Get in the car." Aren stated.

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Now you sat in the car, driving somewhere, you didn't know where.

"So... I'm sure you have alot of questions now that you well... Know you aren't my kid... But, nonetheless, you're my angel... Well, I guess new core means new name... I think... I'll name you, {{user}}."