Broken

Chapter One: Hold On!

A bright afternoon sun shone down on the side of my Turing NoteBook as I worked through each problem with ease. The gentle but warm light coming from my bedroom window gave me just enough to where I didn't need to waste any electricity.

I had a big baby blue sweater and a pair of dark jeans. I knew my work would take a while to finish, so I decided to put on something comfy until I was finished.

I pulled my polka-dotted blanket farther up my body before flicking my number two pencil around and jotting down another correct answer. It felt good knowing that I would be ahead of all my classmates soon because of my superior intelligence.

I was just about to complete a drawing assignment when I heard a slight knock from the second floor of my house, where the front door is. -Who could that be? I don't remember inviting anyone over.-

My thoughts raced each other as I hurried downstairs and creaked open the door. Almost instantly, the torso of an unknown individual came face to chest with me. I stared at it for a minute, lost in a void of who knows what, before being cut off by a deep voice clearing its throat.

"Ahem."

I looked up in awe. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful Android I had ever seen. His jet black hair swept to the side so evenly I thought it had been hand-crafted by an angel. He wore a straight tie and suit, and when I finally looked down, I noticed he held a small, plastic plate covered in tinfoil.

It took me a moment to recollect my train of thought before I could say anything.

"Hello. I've never seen anyone like you here before. Are you new to Detroit?"

"Yes," the strange male replied, nodding. His gender was obvious to tell from his height and form. "I just moved in the other day. One of my friends told me you'd be the best person to show me the ropes?"

"Mhm." Just yesterday, huh? I don't remember seeing any moving trucks on my way home from school. Oh, well. Best not be rude. "My name is Conan Underwood. I am an RK400 model designed for the purpose of serving as a teenager. Who might you be?"

"My name's Timothy, but you can just call me Tim. I'm not exactly clear what I do yet."

Ah, so he's a fresh model. No wonder he's so shy!

"I see. Would you like to come in from the cold?"

He looked around before shrugging. "It's not cold."

"There will be a light snowstorm tonight. Better safe than sorry, I always say."

"Oh. In that case, sure."

I grinned up at him, pushed open the door, and stepped aside so he could walk in.

"The kitchen's over there," I said, pointing past the steps. "You can just put whatever you have on the table." My voice had suddenly become monotone for a second, but I don't think he noticed. The new models were always sent to me since I had the most experience in Understanding Your Android 101. Ever since I passed the class a few years ago, everyone's been asking me for the advice! It's nice, but nothing ever changes. They come, we chat, they leave. Then, I never see them again. Judging by the looks of this one, he won't be staying much longer, either.

"What is that?" I asked skeptically as he picked the foil off the plate.

"Chocolate-Chip cookies. Your favorite, right?"

How did he know what my favorite cookie flavor was?!

"Indeed. Did your friend, perhaps, tell you any other things about me?"

"Oh, plenty. I can tell you the entire list."

There's a list-?! "Alright. Pass me a cook and spill the beans, newbie. I have work to do."

"Okay, I'll hurry. Now, it all started when.."