"ID?" "KPC897504F." Robotic arms continued to maneuver around, attaching and wielding parts to the object held up in the center of the platform. Aesthetic green eyes gays around the white box-shaped room curiosity. "Can you move your head?" a voice rang out, sudden understanding of the words processing. Without hesitation, the object turned right and left as instructed. "Now your eyes." the man, as the object could now identify, said. Making the same motion as its head, the eyes looked left and right. Things were becoming clearer as more parts were attached and wielded. Now, the object could identify that it was indeed a female. The voice was a voice of a high pitch, which indicated so. "Servical and optical animation - check. Now, give me your initialization text." "Hello." ● It is the year 2385. The Old Countries, as people now know them as, no longer exist. After the third World War two hundred years ago, the nations had decided to blend their countries into one. It was now called Haven; it is a rather simplicitic name but it held great meaning to the nations. It was intended to be a place that people felt safe and accepted in. It was meant to be a place without war and murder - a utopia. Despite these intentions, mankind was never intended to have absolute peace. People were segregated, not by race or color, but by social status. A large, impenatrable wall was even built to separate the poor from the middle class and wealthy. The ones who were poor were kept on the outside of the wall where child labor and work union laws were nonexistent. Most of the Scavengers, the people who collected parts found randomly around the Old World, mainly contained the poor. The government viewed them as expendable. The middle class possessed better conditions; they had safey from inside the walls. Their children were free to act as children and they were free to choose what occupation was to be theirs. If they were to become successful in their occupation, then they were able to move up to high class, an oppurtunity the poor did not possess. As long as they continued to support the president, not uttering a single negative thing about him or the government, then they were safe within the walls. The rich and upperclass were closer to the center. They were the first to be able to get the newest products and the ones whose influence could sway the president if even the slightest. Most of them were scientists or families of successful scientists. After the wall was built, technology had hit an all time high. It was probably the best occupation one could have. As long as they too respected and supported the president and government, then they were safe as well. In the very center resigned the government, led by the corrupt man Wallace Thorne. He was practically the king of Haven, although the title of 'president' remained to be loosely used. You could not say his name in an insult or openly state your opinion. If one did, they simply were not seen for a long time - if they were ever seen again. It was his leadership and overall conditions of Haven that created the Underground. The Underground was a group of people who had rebelled fourteen years ago and even though they supposedly disappeared from Haven, occasional messages or sightings still occurred. Their work is mostly discrete. Some work inside of Haven while others, as the name inplies, work underneath Haven. They strived for change, no segragation - basically everything the government was not for. And their real work is only just beginning. ● The Bennett home was large and very lovely. "One of the largest in this section," according to the master of the household, Jackson. You could certainly tell he was rich by the fence around the household, sensor-activitated fountain, and the servants that buzzed around the building constantly. Why the man had purchased an android to serve him when he had so many people under his employment was beyond her. "Your home is very beautiful, sir." "That's very kind of you to say, Adele." the middle-aged man responded with a kind smile. The gate opened the moment he was in the sensor's range, not before scanning the androids by his side. "Sir," a female voice began through the speaker, "there is a unidentified being by your side. Are they accepted?" "Very much so." Jackson answered. Adele was the name that was given to her by the inspector; it was even branded onto the box she came in. When Jackson purchased her he was allowed to change her name, but decided to keep the one she was given. It felt nice having a sense of identity. Her name was Adele and she worked for the esteemed scientist, Jackson Bennett. She was eager to begin her new life.