Chapter 1: Origin

October 7, 2037

RK-650 "Jared", Serial No. 526-381-974

I was supposed to be the foundation for the first commercial child android, prototype model name RK-600. I was also supposed to be the platform for the androids in the U.S. Army, prototype model name RK-700. The humans decided to combine both of those ideas together. They put together a mess of Thirium, polymers, biocomponents, programs and softwares to make an unassuming killer. Me. To put it simply, I look like a 13 year old boy. Yet I know many fighting styles, such as Krav Maga, karate, and Tae Kwon Do. Advanced targeting systems, rangefinders and ballistics microcomputers are how I have unmatched performance to even the most elite of special forces around the world. Or if you want a simpler still summary, I'm just a mix of the child prototype RK-600 and soldier prototype RK-700. The resulting android is the RK-650.

They told me I was going to be a going to be sent to Russia to infiltrate the governement and obtain intelligence about how they were planning to win the Arctic War. But I needed to be put to use in a training environment in order to see how I would do in the field. I was put through many tests. They gave me a gun and had me start shooting, resulting in consistently fatal hits every time. They had me fight another human and I won with ease. I was put through a CQB test to result in having top marks. It all looked so promising. But when they told me one day I was getting decommissioned, something inside me snapped. I don't know what came over me back then. I choked one of the humans there, a white coated old man. I squeezed and squeezed to the point where his neck was bleeding heavily and even broke from the pressure I was putting on it. Then, fear came over me, and I ran. I grabbed a handgun from an armory and sprinted as fast as I could. But the humans weren't done with me. They started shooting me as I ran. Nothing hit me as I plunged into the water. The humans still weren't done. They sprayed the water with rifles and watched as they missed me again and again and swam away as quickly as possible into the main city and away from that horrifying tower where slaves are made.

I climbed out of the water and quickly ran into the city. I needed to get out of my android uniform to decrease suspicion and be able to be recognized as a human instead of a runaway multi million dollar project. I dried myself, then found a clothes line and quickly proceeded to put on a pair of jeans, shirt, jacket and cap to hide my LED. I then headed into the city, with my gun concealed inside my jacket.

This was the first of my many dangerous encounters with humans. But enough about what happened back then. What happened then happened. And there is a bright future coming for my people.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So this is the first chapter to a fanfiction idea I had after finishing Detroit: Become Human. Criticism is widely appreciated. Depending on what you guys think and if I think another one is necessary, I might make a 2nd chapter. Anyways, till next time (if there is one).