As I snuggled into bed last night, my thoughts were scattered, the warmth and security of my thick down comforter juxtaposed against my unsettled mind. I couldn't hold down one consistent thought, but a particularly hounding question kept pushing its way into the spotlight: How did Android Steve find me here.
Maybe some back story would be of assistance. Android Steve was a man created in the early nineteen-eighties. Spun from the hopes and dreams of Toyota and the black budget of the CIA, he was never meant to be anything more than a look at what was possible. But when as his construction neared completion, it was painfully obvious to all involved that Android Steve was something much more than that.
It was years after that when I met Android Steve. And it is now years after that day, too. But some memories are too powerful to ever fade.
Sorry bout that
Android sometimes goes over the line, my apologies for that.