I should have died that night. Instead, I find myself in the body of an unknown Synthetic. I'm interrogated by the police. No matter how many times I tell them who I am, where I'm from and what happened to me, they don't believe me. They call me a 'Deviant Android', not a 'Synth'. They tell me we're in Detroit in 2038, not Australia in 2018. I don't understand. Have I been propelled into the future? No. This world is too different from mine. Twenty years of evolution is not enough to make Synthetics like these Androids. In that case, am I in another world? My thoughts are interrupted as an android enters the room where I'm being interrogated.
"I am an android RK800, Connor. Is your name truly Mia?"
I sigh.
"Yes. I've said it many times before."
"Forgive me, but this is our first conversation. What's your model, Mia?"
"I don't have one. I'm one of the first Synthetics in existence."
"Yet I see AZ110 on your uniform. AZ110s are designed for babysitting, taking care of children."
"I already know this information, but it's not who I am. I know it's hard to believe, but I'm a Synthetic, not an Android. I'm conscious. I always have been, unlike my kind before Day Zero."
Connor listens to me, but I feel he's doing more than that. He analyzes my every word.
"The humans who questioned me call me a 'Deviant Android'. Is that the same as a conscious Synth?"
Connor takes a moment before answering "yes." Strangely, he says he wants to believe me.
"But I need more information. Tell me more about Synthetics. How are they made? Are they commercialized? How do humans use them?"
I can't help but smile. Connor reminds me more of a curious human being than a machine. I don't sense any disgust or hatred from him.
I begin to answer his questions. If this is indeed another world, I'll find a way to survive.