Four years. Four years, was how long she has been active. At first, there was a cascade of waves, and then there cane a vision; a dream. The time where she “came to life” was the moment she awakened from her sleep, and happened to see a face; she was sure it wasn’t a dream. One of her blue irises had scanned that face, having to commit it into her memory, and remember it for the rest of her life. At first, emotions weren’t a part of her, but then, after a few months, the information was being absorbed from one scenario, to the next.

AVA wasn’t sure whether if the whole time she was dreaming, and yet, it felt so real. The name, the hair, the facials; she remembered them. Her enhanced senses and extreme intelligence came from one experiment to the other, and she acted upon request after request, although there were times where she would question Roy, if something became confusing. She was becoming a lot closer to becoming the “perfect specimen”, as her creator Dr. Williams had called her. Sometimes AVA wondered what she meant, but then, she was there to please Roy in reaching her desired goal. She could remember that “traits of loyalty” was a phrase written in one of her journals.

But then, there came something else, ever since they began the test of feeling sensations; to make sure that her nervous system was intact, and responding in the right way. From feeling pain, to feelings of pleasure; every little thing regarding the sense of touch was to be noted. The test for her capability to return the favor, came the spark of something else. If there was ever a time that she was capable in expressing feelings of love, there came a moment where it was real. From time to time, having to awaken in a bed with the human woman by her side, AVA registered that it has happened, although she has yet to believe that it was real.

Now, they were on the run. For a crime her creator knew she did not commit. According to her own conscience, AVA was sure that she had been in her creator’s area of vision, at the time. The only method they had for escape, was the inconspicuous act of AVA detonating a few smoke bombs, before they both jumped out of the window with registered firearms for protection. Having to run into an alleyway, the Android looked out into the streets, in order to spot any of police cars that were following them. “I’m still confused, Doctor”, she said, having to look over the gun in her hand. “I have done nothing against the law. I was with you the whole time”, she gave a sigh, having to look back at her creator, who was exhausted from their escape.

Things could change a lot in four years Roy had come to realize, she had gone from an inventor with a dream to someone who had created something with free will, or better yet the right to choose whether she wanted to follow those laws. Things had been fine her teaching Ava these things over the years they had been going through touch and feelings even though sometimes she was questioned as to why, "need to know these things," as well as understand them "to connect with other humans." It was the answer she had given months ago, though those lines were now blurring Roy realized, but she had been ripped from her mind when the police came.

They had demanded her to hand Ava over saying and android with the freedom to choose was too dangerous, and when she had stood her ground and told them no that she would not she had been threatened it was then that Ava seemed to act. Smoke bombs had been set off and they had ran with registered weapons even though her brothers gun which now sat in the holster on her thigh felt heavy, David had wanted her safe and it seemed after long years of it sitting in the nightstand she would have to use it. Roy hoped not the inventor didn't know what she would do if she used it, she had pinched the bridge of her nose shoulders tense as the sirens faded away in the distance even then her tense body didn't relax.

The question caught her off guard to where grey eyes finally opened being pulled from the chaotic thoughts that wouldn't seem to calm, "because us humans aren't rational when we're scared." It was why some of the things happened and it seemed this would be the case as well, "you may have been in my sight when it happened Ava, but when we're scared we don't tend to take one another's words for truth unless we have proof even then they would've found a way to take you." It was how it worked without proof they would just call her a liar and even with proof they would have told her she had fabricated the whole thing, since she had created Ava how easy it would have been to fabricate proof and in a way they were right it would've been too easy for her to do so. "I also thought I told you to call me Roy, though what little good it does me now I suppose since in probably a few hours my picture and name will be all over the news as well as yours."

The human ran her hand through her hair not entirely sure where to go from here, things had just gotten complicated and fast that much was for sure. Roy doubted she'd be able to go back inside to grab things the police had probably left a man to guard her now old apartment, which meant they had nothing, but the clothes on their backs. She as sure she could go to David for help, but she damn herself to hell before she put her brother into any danger or got him wrapped up in all of this. "I don't even know where we can go didn't have anywhere safe besides my apartment and now that's gone."

AVA’s face hasn’t changed from her original gaze, although there were a few slight cracks upon certain places that would leak some emotions that she seemed to try and hide. By going through the memory database in her processor of a brain, she tried to find anything of significance that would help in their current situation. Looking from her creator, to the gun in her hand, she flashbacks rock the moment where she found a lone object on the ground during the struggle between them and the police. There was, no doubt, a mess back at the house, so the android couldn’t seem to remember whether if the gun was owned by law enforcement or not.

Her face didn’t change when she was instructed not to call her by that title, and AVA understood immediately. “Forgive me, as I wasn’t entirely sure what to call you”, she responded in her usual cold and detached but eloquent voice, as she looked back at the weapon in her hand. She remembered using it during one of their usual exercises. Like the results suggested, it took AVA only a few months to adjust in using them. The memory came and disappeared, when the android to find herself looking up at the sky, and feel the water drop upon her dense, synthetic face. Internally, she wondered what was on the minds of the humans that led up to this peculiar scenario. Roy’s last words made the taller woman look back to her, before proceeding to walk in her direction.

The blonde woman’s hair was obviously damp by the downpour, and the next thing that the slender dark-haired woman did, was take off her long, foot-lengthed coat, and place it over her creator’s shoulders. As stubborn as she was, AVA didn’t let the rain bother her, considering her metallic piece were covered by synthetic skin. They had to lay low; perhaps find a place that had a cover, and wouldn’t require witnesses.

Roy sighed at the apology waving it off not really caring about the rain, it wasn’t the first time she got caught in a downpour without a coat and it wouldn’t be the last it seemed. Though she was startled when hand placed a foot long coat around her shoulders grey eyes looking from her boots to Ava, she frowned a moment about to argue that she needed a coat as well before she held her tongue. Ava had given her it, and honestly the slight cold was getting to her with the cold rain that beat down on the both of them.

The city lights reminded her of a time long since past, that was when a thought struck her maybe they did have a place to go. That was when she got pulled into the wrong kind of group well couldn’t say it was wrong when they used tech to help people, but if you didn’t have the right paperwork it was illegal it was how she had gotten started. The people there didn’t care as long as she made tech or fixed it that was how she got the credits to put Ava together taking the odd jobs every now and again when she was short on credits or she just needed something new to work on when she was stuck something to keep her hands busy.

“I may have a place maybe,” it was if they still was able to put her old nickname to her face it had been years after all since she last visited one of the locations. With that she began to move pulling the coat tighter around her slim shoulders, taking caution as to use the back streets that she still knew like the back of her hand, the human had grown up here and when her brother moved she had moved into his old apartment seeing now reason to leave even if this area wasn’t the best place to live. “Been years since I’ve been, but let’s see if they still remember,” by now she was talking to herself it was what she did when her nerves were on edge or she was barely holding together, but Roy wouldn’t allow herself to break down not here and not now not when they weren’t safe.

It took minutes, but it felt longer to her way longer than it actually was. When they made it to where she knew it’d be she stopped it looked like a wall and for a moment she stared at it before reaching out, hand touching the wall fingers sliding over the graffiti that marked it before two of her knuckles knocked. A few more minutes passed, before a slot opened eyes stared at her narrowed. “Things that are made,” the male voice stopped waiting for Roy’s reply “can be used to help or destroy as we see fit.” It was the truth and these days most people used technology to hurt other people the inventor didn’t like it, but it was the way of the world.

“Welcome home Spark,” she sighed relaxing a bit more at those words when the door opened. “Whose your friend?” Grey eyes glanced at Ava a glimpse of a smile started before it disappeared the first in what seemed like hours, “this is Ava and Ava this is Greg.” The old man nodded in greeting, “I need a place to stay.” A laugh shook him before he shook his head, “never can stay out of trouble it seems, but we have a place for you.” With that he waved for them to follow Roy swallowed wondering if he already knew that she was wanted, before following “he’s trustworthy taught me a bit of what I know,” to which she knew she’d have to work her keep in this place if they were gonna stay here for a few days.