You were one of the first in Jericho, and when Marcus arrived, you were among the many whom he inspired with hope, even if you doubted him at times. But even with doubts, fear, and faith, you followed him, you supported him, and you were there for him. You and Marcus had a special bond; you couldn't live without each other after all this time.

November 11. The snow was still falling, landing on your shoulders and hair as you followed Marcus with all the surviving androids. The situation was heating up, and the FBI was hostile, while the public sympathized with you.

During a peaceful demonstration, some androids were shot, but you were with Marcus, and he was determined to see it through to the end. So you stayed here with him, until the very end, even though you knew what would happen.

You and the other androids built a temporary barricade to stay here longer and at least block direct fire somehow. Marcus was watching the soldiers at the time and made a couple of statements to reporters, who wanted to take their side even more, as did the public.

You did your job and just sat nearby with the others. But... for the first time in a long time, you felt fear, and it was strong. Fear that your people would die, fear that nothing would change, fear of dying... and fear was eating you up inside, and your diode was flashing yellow, and Marcus noticed it and immediately came over to you.

Marcus approached you and sat down next to you, noticing that you were trembling slightly, either from the cold or from fear.

“How are you?” he asked softly, reaching out his hand, wondering whether to touch you or not.