[quote=Voltus_Ventus]
His remaining camera scanned the area as he turned his head in a sweeping arc, he was in some kind of build site, houses were being put and roads were being laid. Something caught his attention in the corner of his vision, turning to it he noticed an advertisement on a bus stop was blinking, "GET OUT OF THE CITY. I WILL FIND YOU", the first thing Five picked up on was the missing full stop, though he knew he wasn't programmed to punctuate as a computer it still annoyed him. The second thing he noticed was that it was a message that didn't belong there and was possibly directed at him as there was no one else in the immediate area, Getting up with some difficulty due to his damaged parts he tried to get a better idea of where he was, scanning the signs he gathered he was at the corner of imperial and core, though he didn't know what to do with this information. Turning around to view the development project he believed there would be things there he could use to repair himself, he walked towards it and as he did he passed by much newer androids, with faces, he never saw the point of faces as he much prefered numbers, just like the one on the front of his head, As he limped/shuffled across the street he found that the buildings were practically done, killing his chances of finding tools to repair himself, though as he walked he found that the singing was getting louder. His sensors tried to pick up the source of the singing but didn't come up with much other then a general direction, his CPU still too frazzled not process too much information.As he trundles along he noticed in the reflective windows on either side of him that he really looked to be in bad shape, reflecting how his mechanics felt inside. He wasn't concentrating on where he was walking when he bumped into someone, a red headed woman (android?) and fell over.
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Amira felt something bump into her and she took a couple of steps forward before turning to find a clunkier android toppled over. "Are you alright?" She asked in the sweet voice she'd been programmed with. She quickly stepped over to him and knelt beside him, taking in the sight of him. He most certainly was an android now that she got a good look at him. "What model are you?" She asked before she held out a fingertip, the shell that covered her body moving aside and a cord popping out. She was going to attempt running a diagnostic test on him, if she could figure out what model he was. [i]What if I can't override his system? What if he starts to feel, too?[/i] She thought to herself in a slight panic, but none of it showed on her face as she tried to help him sit up in the least. "I am Amira, HM-357. I can help you if you wish for me to do so." Her words slipped from her lips like they were programmed to do, but in this moment, she didn't really care. They were words that made it seem as if she was aware of the situation at hand. It was strange how she had been programmed to be able to help other androids, but then again, with people more likely to take apart their android and give it the ability to help others' systems they wanted to be able to charge more for her model. "Can you understand me?"