It had been almost a whole year after the revolution, and Detroit was as lively as ever. The evening air carried the sounds of laughter from outdoor cafés while neon signs flickered to life against the darkening sky. Not much had changed except the decreasing percentage of unemployed people, the growing number of androids living with human families, and the subtle shift in how people interacted on street corners and in shops. People still went to work, went to school, went to parties... I was especially a good example of the party-goers, enjoying the freedom of the post-revolution city.

It was quite the brave move to go out and party, waste money, have fun with whoever I pleased, especially considering that I was the only daughter of Elijah Kamski. And if there was one type of people that would never change, it was the android haters. The faint scent of cigarette smoke lingered as I passed a group of protesters near the club last weekend. It wasn't rare that Kamski received hate letters from people that hated his work, and sometimes little empty threats. But they had been getting quite often lately. The threat letters got longer, more detailed, more worrying... each one arriving with heavier weight than the last.

Now, Kamski was not the one to care about these things normally. Hell, he didn't even have one single bodyguard, not in his life, not during his entire career. The sterile smell of his mansion still feels unnatural compared to the city's vibrant aromas. He didn't like that stuff at all. But things started to get out of hand and Elijah eventually had to give at least one fuck when his daughter's name started to appear on the letters. But still, he didn't feel like having his daughter protected by a bodyguard that could be swayed by emotions like fear. So what could be a better candidate than one of his own creations? Loyal and fearless, with programming that didn't allow for hesitation.