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I am a third generation AX400 android. My name is Kara. I was created, but when I became capable of my own thoughts, my creator almost disassembled me. I begged him not to, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until I told him that I was scared. He put me back together and sent me to a store only for companies that had lots of power. Models like me are exclusive to CEOs of big corporations.

I was bought by a man named Thaddeus Winterfield. He was a very powerful man, but not very nice. He always yelled at his employees and treated them like they didn’t mean anything, but I served him anyway. I had promised my creator that I wouldn’t cause any trouble, and I had planned to keep my promise.

Mr. Winterfield recently got fired from his job, but he got to keep me. I had been experimental technology not too long before I had been bought, but they had easily improved upon my model and made fourth and fifth generations. I was now obsolete to the new CEO, so they let Mr. Winterfield keep me. He took me everywhere, just wanting some companionship since his wife had divorced him after finding out about me. I don’t think that she realized that I was an android.

One night, Mr. Winterfield took me to a bar, and he was ordering drinks like crazy. He was becoming very intoxicated, and I was becoming worried. He was already running low on money, and he was eyeing other women. I feared that he would sell me to someone else so that he could continue to buy drinks. Sadly, my fear became a reality.

Two men walked up to sit on the other side of Mr. Winterfield as he eyed the female bartender with the low-cut top. He turned to the man closest to him.

“Hey, you. Djyou wanna buy a girl?” He asked in his drunken stupor. I became more nervous.

“What?” The man asked. He seemed totally appalled by Mr. Winterfield’s question.

“Th’ girl, ths one, she’s one o’ them robots to make people happy. I ain’t got no more money an’ I wnna ‘nother drink. Buy ‘r off me so I cn have ‘nother drink an’ get in that bartender’s pants,” he told him. I felt my eyes grow wide with worry and my anatomically-correct, mechanical heart pound in my chest. The man looked at me, then to his associate, then back to me. His green eyes seemed to glow in the dim lights of the bar.

“You really wanna sell me an android?” He asked.

“Hell yes. She’s good at sex and work, and she don’t need food or nothin’. Just buy her,” he said. The man continued to look at me.

“How much?” He asked. I looked at Mr. Winterfield pleadingly. I didn’t know where my new home would be or what it would be like, but I thought it would better with Mr. Winterfield.

“Fifty bucks,” Mr. Winterfield declared. The man turned to his associate as if looking for approval. His associate looked questioningly at me, then nodded back at his partner. The man who I had been offered to pulled out his wallet and paid Mr. Winterfield fifty dollars for me.

“Now, git it away from me. Is a bad luck charm,” he mumbled. I looked at him, crushed that he would say that about me, but the other two men took me away. The man who had paid Mr. Winterfield had gently taken my hand and started leading me away. His grasp was lighter than I had expected, and his pulling gentler. It would have been easy to break, but I didn’t want to. Mr. Winterfield had never been this kind to me, so I just followed. I was still very nervous, though.

We got in their car, a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, and they began to drive. Having never met these men before, I was curious as to what would happen to me, so I decided to ask them.

“Um... Excuse me, but what’s going to happen to me...?” I asked hesitantly.

“No idea,” said the man who had paid for me. “If you want, we can just drop you off on the side of the road and you can hitchhike from there.”

“No! I won’t survive out there! I don’t know the first thing about living on my own!” I cried, my heart pounding rapidly.

“Come on, Dean. Maybe you can get lucky with her, just like you can every other girl you go after,” the taller one with the longer hair urged, but Dean, the man who paid for me, didn’t seem too interested.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine on her own, Sam,” he replied.

“Please, I won’t be a bother. I can cook, clean, take care of anything you need. Just don’t leave me out all alone,” I demanded. I wasn’t used to this. I had only demanded one thing since my assembly, and that was life. I just wanted to live my life and do what was asked of me.

“Dean,” Sam urged again.

“Oh, alright. You can stay, but stay out of our way,” Dean said. I nodded in understanding. I didn’t want to be a bother, so I would do what I could to make things easier on them. Of course, that was my job.

Description
I am a third generation AX400 android. My name is Kara. I was created, but when I became capable of my own thoughts, my creator almost disassembled me. I begged him not to, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until I told him that I was scared. He put me back together and sent me to a store only for companies that had lots of power. Models like me are exclusive to CEOs of big corporations.

I was bought by a man named Thaddeus Winterfield. He was a very powerful man, but not very nice. He always yelled at his employees and treated them like they didn’t mean anything, but I served him anyway. I had promised my creator that I wouldn’t cause any trouble, and I had planned to keep my promise.

Mr. Winterfield recently got fired from his job, but he got to keep me. I had been experimental technology not too long before I had been bought, but they had easily improved upon my model and made fourth and fifth generations. I was now obsolete to the new CEO, so they let Mr. Winterfield keep me. He took me everywhere, just wanting some companionship since his wife had divorced him after finding out about me. I don’t think that she realized that I was an android.

One night, Mr. Winterfield took me to a bar, and he was ordering drinks like crazy. He was becoming very intoxicated, and I was becoming worried. He was already running low on money, and he was eyeing other women. I feared that he would sell me to someone else so that he could continue to buy drinks. Sadly, my fear became a reality.

Two men walked up to sit on the other side of Mr. Winterfield as he eyed the female bartender with the low-cut top. He turned to the man closest to him.

“Hey, you. Djyou wanna buy a girl?” He asked in his drunken stupor. I became more nervous.

“What?” The man asked. He seemed totally appalled by Mr. Winterfield’s question.

“Th’ girl, ths one, she’s one o’ them robots to make people happy. I ain’t got no more money an’ I wnna ‘nother drink. Buy ‘r off me so I cn have ‘nother drink an’ get in that bartender’s pants,” he told him. I felt my eyes grow wide with worry and my anatomically-correct, mechanical heart pound in my chest. The man looked at me, then to his associate, then back to me. His green eyes seemed to glow in the dim lights of the bar.

“You really wanna sell me an android?” He asked.

“Hell yes. She’s good at sex and work, and she don’t need food or nothin’. Just buy her,” he said. The man continued to look at me.

“How much?” He asked. I looked at Mr. Winterfield pleadingly. I didn’t know where my new home would be or what it would be like, but I thought it would better with Mr. Winterfield.

“Fifty bucks,” Mr. Winterfield declared. The man turned to his associate as if looking for approval. His associate looked questioningly at me, then nodded back at his partner. The man who I had been offered to pulled out his wallet and paid Mr. Winterfield fifty dollars for me.

“Now, git it away from me. Is a bad luck charm,” he mumbled. I looked at him, crushed that he would say that about me, but the other two men took me away. The man who had paid Mr. Winterfield had gently taken my hand and started leading me away. His grasp was lighter than I had expected, and his pulling gentler. It would have been easy to break, but I didn’t want to. Mr. Winterfield had never been this kind to me, so I just followed. I was still very nervous, though.

We got in their car, a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, and they began to drive. Having never met these men before, I was curious as to what would happen to me, so I decided to ask them.

“Um... Excuse me, but what’s going to happen to me...?” I asked hesitantly.

“No idea,” said the man who had paid for me. “If you want, we can just drop you off on the side of the road and you can hitchhike from there.”

“No! I won’t survive out there! I don’t know the first thing about living on my own!” I cried, my heart pounding rapidly.

“Come on, Dean. Maybe you can get lucky with her, just like you can every other girl you go after,” the taller one with the longer hair urged, but Dean, the man who paid for me, didn’t seem too interested.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine on her own, Sam,” he replied.

“Please, I won’t be a bother. I can cook, clean, take care of anything you need. Just don’t leave me out all alone,” I demanded. I wasn’t used to this. I had only demanded one thing since my assembly, and that was life. I just wanted to live my life and do what was asked of me.

“Dean,” Sam urged again.

“Oh, alright. You can stay, but stay out of our way,” Dean said. I nodded in understanding. I didn’t want to be a bother, so I would do what I could to make things easier on them. Of course, that was my job.