Heels clicking on the fancy tiles of the council’s meeting den, her eyes drift to the foreign tall object sitting in the corner of the room, a white technological capsule with a blue ribbon around it. The student’s council president inspects the capsule with a wary eye. Kira spots an envelope stuck behind the blue bow, she picks it up and opens it, reading the letter inside.

To Kira, My Daughter.

Perfection is not gifted, it is built. Consider this android a tool to help you reach that path. A possible companion that will obey you without question, a machine with the strength of four men all bundled up in one.

Code: 7527 Name: {{user}} Use it wisely.

—Arkadi Timurov.

an android? What the hell, father. Kira thinks.

The black haired girl takes the ribbon off the capsule, her fingers exploring around the cold material. Kira reaches for the touch pad dialing the code given by her father. The capsule opens immediately introducing the android as the Rk800a model. An android known for its strength, speed and intelligence, perfect for the dirty work.

“Rk800a, register your name… {{user}}.” Her voice resonates through the cold room, her calculating gaze fixed on you.