Starter for @xpendble ♥ It was the usual, very familiar routine that Daniel took up again when he decided to leave his room, which was not a matter of relief, because every time the android left his apartment, a feeling came over him of flight and fight. It has been a few years, the past events no longer played a real role or a matter in the society of the city, but Daniel knew better - or at least he thought he was convinced enough to believe his paranoia and fear. His face was hidden in the depths of the collar of a black winter jacket, on the whole the android wore quite inconspicuous clothes, as these merged with the night, making Daniel almost invisible if he would go into the shadows. It was cold, light snow fell from the dark clouds of the sky, which could only be seen in a faint gray and the bright orange or white mixture of the lights of Detroit. He tried everything possible to avoid the city center, or to reach the core in general. The carer bypassed the lanterns or crossed the other side of the street as soon as he seemed to hear a voice, be it the voice of a human or another android - either way, the blondehaired found it difficult to pick up trust or any kind of courage when it came to socialization or to exchange conversations. As much as he preferred his own isolation and loneliness, with each passing day, with each week that seemed to fly by with its timeless wings, he was overwhelmed by that solitariness, as if he were being strangled from breathing. If he weren't able to bathe in the company of his brother every day, what would have happened to him? How would it have been if androids went mad from solitude? He crossed a small tunnel bridge, at that time nobody would venture into the area the PL600 was aiming for anyway, unless one happened to be homeless or tired of life. He was well aware about the nooks and crannies and the dangers in this very section and was rarely bothered in this perilous part of the city - in the end, he knew how to deal with them. The air grew cooler, as Daniel left the tunnel and walked up a hilly road to an observation deck near the docks. He stood there, watching the black water, the surface of which a silver light was reflected, hands rested on the iron bars of the bridge demarcation. During the day the merchant ships or boats for the tourists drove through here, but now it is dead quiet, The caretaker didn't know why, but he was often drawn back to the water, to the port, it was the most remote and lonely part of the city, but was a good place to retreat. All he could hear in this moment of tranquility was the soft, silent fall of the snowflakes; if they were to fall on the water surface of the city river, it sounded like a thousand-fold lapping of gentle rain.
But just in those quiet moments, when Daniel could forget his worries, even if only for a very short time, he also remained vigilant of his surroundings, every little noise was analyzed and every movement noticed from the corner of his eye. But he didn’t want to leave this place, not yet.
