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“Great   morning   class!”   She   said   heartily.   The   class   reacted   with   good   tidings.

               “Today  out  of  appreciation  for  our  first  day  of  mix  we  will  discuss  the  historical  backdrop  of
               android   in   the   US,”   she   started.

               “In  2025,  Cidra  Cortez  was  the  primary  researcher  to  make  an  android,  a  humanoid  robot,
               who   was   mindful.   People   went   off   the   deep   end   for   androids,   needing   to  utilize  them  as
               workers.   By   2050,   the   androids   revolted.   This   development   was   known   as   the   Android
               Uprising  of  2050.  Following  a  long  term  war,  people  came  out  as  the  victors.  They  put  the
               leftover   Android   populace   into   a   sleeping   enclosure,   detaching   them   from   humankind.”

               As   the   instructor   was   talking,   I   saw  a  couple  of  golden  eyes  on  me.  I  went  to  confront  a
               young  lady  with  huge,  brilliant  eyes  and  light  hair.  I  was  unable  to  put  the  demeanor  all  over.
               Is  it  safe  to  say  that  she  was  furious?  Is  it  safe  to  say  that  she  was  confounded?  She  at  last
               dismissed   me  and   I  kept  on  zeroing  in  on  the  exercise.  I  floated  through  different  classes,
               taking   notes   and   focusing   on   the   instructors   as   they   taught.   As   I   entered   the   cafeteria,   I
               filtered  the  room  searching  for  any  recognizable  face  whether  it  was  an  android  or  human.
               There  was  nobody  that  I  perceived.  I  surmise  I’ll  be  perched  without  anyone  else  today.  It’s
               OK  Daniel,  you  can  do  this.  You've  effectively  endured  a  large  portion  of  the  day,  you  can
               endure  lunch.  I  snatched  my  lunch  and  searched  for  a  spot  to  sit.  As  I  started  strolling  over  to
               an   unwanted   table,   a   tall,   light   hair   individual   remained   before   me.   I   perceived   her   as
               Cameron,   the   young   lady   who   was   gazing   me   down   in   history   class.

               “Hello,   droid.”

               I   disregarded   the   slur   and   attempted  to  stroll  around  her,  yet  she  put  a  strong  grip  on  my
               shoulder,   preventing   me   from   continuing.

               “What’s   the   issue,   droid?   Disapprove   of   your   hearing   chip?

               We   started   standing   out.   Ugh,   so   humiliating.

               “Do   you   need   something?”   I   inquired.

               “I   don’t   care   about   having   droids   in   my   school.”

               “Your   school?   You   got   it?”   I   was   astonished   at   the   quick   fire   reactions   I   was   giving   her.


               “Camille!   What’s   going   on   with   you?”

               I  perceived  that  sharp  screech  anywhere.  I  pivoted  to  see  Ciara  strolling  over.  Camille  right
               away   delivered   her   hold   from   my   shoulder.


               “Gracious!   Hello,   darling.”

               Pause.

               This   was   the   Cam   that   Ciara   would   continue   forever   about?

               “You  heard  my  inquiry”,  Ciara  said,  folding  her  arms.  Despite  the  fact  that  she  was  just  five
               feet,   she   by   one   way   or   another   looked   taller.







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