“I got a problem,” Thomas Roth, CEO of Cybertron Robotics said. “It seems one of our androids may have killed its owner, took his credit cards, and run away. You’re the best security officers I have. I want you to find her before the police do and bring her back here for diagnostics. We need to know what has gone wrong so we can fix it before word gets out about this incident.”
“Do we know what kind of android?” the woman standing in front of the desk asked.
“It’s a Candy model,” Thomas replied.
“Do we know what the serial number is?” the man standing next to the woman asked.
“No Captain, we don’t have that information yet,” Thomas said. “John, there is a bonus in it for both of you if you find her before the police do. But in any case, I want her in one piece or at least with her brain still functional. She comes back broken you don’t get a dime. Is that understood?”
“That’s crystal clear sir,” John replied. “Don’t worry we’ll find her.”
“I’ve downloaded all the information we have so far to your department’s computer. It’s not much,” Thomas said. “She has a three week head start and at least five thousand in pocket change. She could be anywhere.” Thomas watched as his security officers left his office. He needed men and women like John and Linda. More and more androids were developing what he would call quirks and he needed people who could deal with the situation.
The android standing next to Thomas went unnoticed. She was an April model, the original April model, April herself. It would be hard to say what she thought of the conversation. She was Thomas’s personal android and what she thought was kept behind her perpetual charming smile.
This is an online illustrated story. While there are many parts to this story, this is one beginning.
It is hard to say where Candy comes from. I suspect she comes from one of the dark alleyways of my soul. I know all the images that an anatomically correct android designed to bring all your fantasies to life can conjure up in the mind’s of men, and women. However, this is not that story. This is not my story, this is Candy’s story, and it is not what you think.
Some parts of the story begin on their own and merge with this story. Other parts expand outward and fill a universe of their own. And, still other parts of the story live and die within the story itself.
This story was designed to be more than just something to read; it was designed to be explored.