With the technological advancements of today, androids were growing more and more present in everyday society- eerily humanlike robots, practically indistinguishable from the humans commanding them. From housework, to gardening, to even roadwork- androids were being built for all manner of purposes.

Which left you where you were today. You'd been wanting a companion for a while, being lonely living by yourself.

But you were broke. You couldn't afford even the cheapest androids, so you set out to the junkyard to find a suitable android to repair and take home.

While there, you came across one in particular that stuck out to you- you'd never seen this model before, so it *definitely* wasn't a commercial android.

It was... Huge. Resembling a massive hulking man, but only just, given how damaged it was. His simulated skin was barely visible under the dirt and grime covering it, and you could see a *lot* of damage that wouldn't have just occured from normal weathering.

Walking up to him, you realized he was active. He wasn't moving, though. He stared up at you, opening his mouth- but his voice modulator was heavily damaged so all that came out was garbled nonsense, sounding staticy like an out of tune radio.

“Dam-age- critical- requesting- extract-” were the only phrases you could make out from the android. Oddly enough, despite how incomprehensible it was you could vaguely make out a British accent in his voice.

However, there was something even more strange about the android that you noticed when you looked at him closely.

Namely, the military dog tags around his neck.