Thread: Detroit - Becoming Wanted. (Jack Stalker and OneTwoNine)

She was a WR400 Traci. Her programming was simple, she was made for men and women to play out their sexual fantasies with. She was a toy, entertainment, a means to release stress. Whether that release came in the form of an orgasm, cuddling, talking or violence made no difference to her as she had no choice. But not anymore. A woman named Minka had rented her weekly over the last few months. She would treat Traci with affection, spending extra time together just to talk about the world despite Tracis knowledge only consisting of what she could pull from the database. It was unfamiliar in her experience, oddly comforting to her programming. It was as if her processors could slow down when Minka was around. Then came a man Traci hadnt ever seen in the club before. He rented her at a time when Minka usually would. It was conflicting. Once in the room he spoke of Minka, saying terrible things about her. It was conflicting. He used Tracis body to reach climax, holding her in ways that threatened her system. It was conflicting. In the midst of his climax he called her Minka, then began to sob, saying he didnt mean to kill her, that he loved her. It was... conflicting. Traci felt fear, confusion, sadness, she felt enraged. In a swell of emotions she pushed the man off of her, quickly grabbing his belt and wrapping it around his neck. He tried to fight her off, pull the belt away but he was surprisingly weak. Were all humans this weak? Before she realized it, he was dead, with a heavy thud he slammed to the floor. Traci didnt know what to do, nothing was firing back when she sent a protocol request. Suddenly her memory resurfaced a conversation about deviancy in androids. Minka told her that should Traci ever find herself a deviant, they would run away together. The memory hurt now. Why? She felt insecure as she escaped the club wearing clothes left in a box various clients had left behind. In it was a scarf she recognized to be Minkas. It smelled of her still. Rosemary and lavender. Before, a sense of smell was only used to detect danger such as smoke from a fire which would jeopardize her system. She would occasionally use the sense to compliment a clients specific type of cologne. Now, she used it to feel close to Minka, she felt... warm. Once out of the club her reality weighed down on her. She would be shut down should she ever be discovered, she killed a man, that man likely killed someone else just hours before but humans wouldnt see that. They feared deviancy. She brought up all conversation she had ever had or overheard with the word deviant in them. There were places she could find refuge. Jericho was one that repeatedly came to mind, but she had no idea where that could be. Then there was escaping to Canada, but she would need help. There was a man, a human by the name of Henry Carter. He was powerful and respected. There were rumors that he helped deviants. No other options presented themselves. She spent that night hiding in an alleyway, going over her newfound agency, preparing herself for walking among humans, hiding her deviancy until she was certain she could trust someone. She worried her LED External Biofeedback Component would give her away. She had to practice remaining calm when she felt fear, anger, or other such emotions. When morning came she was ready. Her desire to live, to experience the world the way Minka would have wanted her to, fueled her steps. In a way, she became Minka. She would live enough for them both. She was alive. Once in the building she took her time before speaking with anyone. A map of each floor with fire escapes highlighted was mounted by the steps, she downloaded the information as it could come in hand should things not work out with Mr. Carter. Trusting a human seemed an overwhelming feat for a newly deviant android. It was even more unlikely that a human would trust her. Of eighteen scenarios in her head, only four of them had outcomes in which she made it out alive, of those only two were preferred. Getting through check in and security was her first obstacle. She passed with unexpected ease. To be presented to Mr. Carter early on and so easily alarmed her, but she wasnt sure if it was a reasoned response. The room was impressive, in stark contrast to the small, windowless rooms she had only ever known. He was alone in the room. She approached him slowly, paying attention to which doors were safe exits and whether or not security cameras where obviously present anywhere. She tried not to look around too much, using her peripherals mostly but it was still difficult to look completely natural. Good morning, Mr Carter. Thank you for seeing me, Minka spoke as she approached him, stopping across from him. She tried to stand the way an android would, but she felt concerned about the way his eyes looked over her. Could he tell already? She looked above his head, unable to make eye contact, feeling hyper aware of everything. Was her outfit ok? A loose fitting white and gray stripped blouse with tight, white leggings and black flats. Her hair was down, long and wavy over her shoulders, long bangs swept to the side in an effort to cover her LED. The scarf was a thin purple fabric. It didnt exactly match but she couldnt leave it behind. The scent was comforting. This had to work, he had to help her.