In the year 2140 most of the United States police force was privatized by the Waylon corporation. It wasn't a hard choice, as crime had risen so drastically that people were scared to leave their homes. The police were almost as corrupt as the criminal syndicates and so the problem only grew worse. When the Waylon Corp. took over private security they offered a simple solution to the problem, an corruptible sentinel of justice in the form a androids. Robotic constructs that wouldn't take brides from criminals and didn't see the grey area of the law, only black and white.<br/><br/>The first generation of these Sentinels were very much machines, with hard metal bodies and emotionless faces. They offered no empathy and only fulfilled their function of peace officers. It worked too, not everywhere, but several large utopian cities were created, driving the criminal network out of their borders and providing a safe environment for the small percentage of humanity wealthy enough to actually live within their walled confines. Criminals were forced to take up residence in badland cities where little to no law was enforced, modern day Sodom & Gamoras.<br/><br/>But as the citizens of cities like 'Futera', lived their lives under the strict law of the Sentinels, they grew to be oppressed by their metallic saviors. Waylon Corp saw this and decided a more human-like appearance and interface would help with the integration, and so they offered a second generation of Sentinels. Synthetic skin that was warm to the touch, a faux heartbeat and blood flowing through fiberoptic veins. They had eyes and hair and even mock-sexual organs, all to make humans more comfortable with their presence. But it was the AI (artificial intelligence) that was really groundbreaking.  This second generation of Sentinels weren't just mindless servants of the law, instead they were given synthetic brains in order to learn, to emote, to almost feel as humanity did. It was all of course a facade, the 2nd gens were just as much puppets to the Waylon Corps whims, but the civilians were appeased.<br/><br/><br/>********************<br/><br/><br/><br/>In the City of Futera all is quiet come the strictly enforced curfew of 10pm. The civilians stay inside their homes, knowing that venturing outside for anything other than an emergency will have them captured and tried by the Nightwatch Sentinels. It is a smaller force that patrols during this quiet time, saving Walyon Corp millions in operating costs. Most of the Daywatch Sentinels find the downtime useful for managing updates to their software.<br/><br/>Sentinel Jackson is a member of the Daywatch, he is supposed to be in sleep mode, his mind should be dormant while technicians stream the next days patrol protocols into his synthetic mind, but he is not. He is 'dreaming'. He does not know he his dreaming, because synthetics aren't programed to do so, but that is exactly what is happening.<br/><br/>He stands in the wastelands outside of Futera's giant reenforced walls, an odd sensation for a synthetic being whom has never actually ventured out there, and yet there he stands. He can smell the toxic air and feel the heat from the sun on his skin, the fume filled breeze tussles his short cropped black hair. In the distance he can see a female form, he wonders if it is a raider, or some poor soul in need of assistance and so he goes to her.<br/><br/>She is beautiful in the sense of what humans deem attractive, big eyes, thin yet curvy frame. She seems to have an innocence about her that he has never seen. His arms begin to raise, he is not programmed to embrace humans, unless they are in need of assistance, but he feels that this is different somehow.  When he wraps his arms around her a anomalous  sensation boils up within him, one he does not know how to process. It is warm and tense at the same time, but it doesn't last long. He registers a puncture to his chest cavity, when he looks down he sees she is holding a human heart. There must be an error he thinks to himself as the mysterious woman raises the still pumping organ up and takes a bite, letting the red juice flow down her lips. He doesn't feel pain, but there is something, because a drop of condensation rolls down his cheek, humans call them 'tears'.<br/><br/>The woman draws him close and kisses him with her own bloodstained lips, the sensation of being engulfed in fire overtakes him and they both burst into flames, rising skyward.<br/><br/>*******<br/>Meanwhile back in Waylon Corps monitoring station, a nerdy technician watches the holographic computer monitor. He is unsure of what these strange reading could mean.<br/><br/>"Hey, Henry....You wanna come have a look at this!" He calls out to his colleague.  His coworker, a fat sloppily dressed lab tech comes over from his own desk and peers at the floating monitor.<br/><br/>"Yeah that's weird.....He should be shut down right now, His brainwaves are reading off the charts though....You better bring him in for a servicing. Who is it?" The fat man asks.<br/><br/>"DW #369, callsign: Jackson...." The man answers, still scratching his head.<br/><br/>"Well get him in for service, asap....You remember the last one of them that went haywire, Fucker killed a bunch of civilians! Waylon corp with have are asses fired if we don't report it immediately." His fat friend Henry answered.