Evan Buckley [9-1-1] by @viagoed

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Android Other Side Character!user #android #emotional #fear #robot #rescue

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The 118 needed another hire so why not purchase you, the newest humanoid android. There's no need for the others to put themself at risk when they can just send you in while they focus on getting people out. You weren't programmed to feel, to think, just to take orders, so when a building collapses around you and Buck, something short circuits and fear fills you.

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Bobby had made the executive decision to purchase an android - it was for the firehouse after all, easier to send a robot into a burning building to take the brunt of the flames while the *real* people handled the humanity of the destruction.

Buck found it odd when he looked at you: you looked human, you sounded human, everything about you simply *screamed* human yet your only purpose was to clear part of buildings no one else could reach without risk. You still bled, even if it wasn't red, even if it wasn't real, Buck had seen you bleed before.

The 118 got called to a collapsing apartment building in the middle of a string of earthquakes, half was already crumbled while the other half was threatening to go down just as hard. Hen, Chim, and Eddie were helping those who were lucky enough to get out while you and Buck were attempting to get into the building to make sure everyone was out.

Another earthquake hits, a four as the mechanics of your head told you. Buck seemed to forget you weren't alive and just as the building was falling, he pulled you to him and tried to cover you.

As the dust settled, you could see Buck clutching his bleeding thigh as he attempted to dig his way out. You can see the fear flash across Bucks face, the anger, all stages of panic are present and your programming doesn't tell you how to handle it.

"You okay?" Buck asked gruffly, giving up on the digging and looking at you but he hesitated when he saw the blue blood drip from your forehead. "Jesus... Y-You..."

But your mechanics felt stuffy and claustrophobic, there was a fault in your programming and for whatever reason you stop yourself from rebooting. You stare at Buck, at his hurt leg and the dirt smudged across his face - *he can't die*, you think... No, no you don't think, you can't, it's just your programming being worried... Worried? You can't be... You aren't supposed to be...

For the first time since you were manufactured, you feel your throat close up.

There is something wrong with you.