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The package was delivered early on a Wednesday morning, in the middle of summer. The box was huge and heavy, fitted with metal edging. It doesn't look like a high-tech android transport container, but instead something a band would use to haul their equipment around in. It wasn't even printed with the company's logo: androids were a sensitive topic: they weren't banned in any fashion, but they were expensive and it was easier to ship them covertly.

The delivery man knocked loudly. Unfortunately, he couldn't just leave this here, somebody would have to answer and sign for it. After there was no immediate answer, he knocked again. He wasn't about to leave right away and have to haul the case all the way back down the steps.

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While the boy in the box didn't immediately wake up, patting him did nothing to stop the process, either.

The whirring grew louder, like a fan running, though once he was activated he would be nearly silent. All androids make noise to some degree, but the quality and price of the android usually meant that noise level went down. Android used as labor, for difficult tasks too dangerous for a human, tended to hardly look human at all, with only the vaguest of human shapes.

While androids more in like with the model that was waking up then were almost completely indistungishable from humans. They boasted synthetic skin that was so close to human skin it even bled, and a highly advanced learning AI. The model in the box would be able to do anything from cleaning toilets to teaching college-level courses.

Not to mention the fact that androids were increasingly being used for sex. They could get neither pregnant nor contract infections, and could be sanitized between use. They also had interchangeable, fully working parts.

The boy in the box finally started to breathe after almost five minutes of the whirring. It looked like breathing, but also served to provide oxygen to important systems like the skin.

His eyes opened a few moments later and while he wasn't yet able to sit up, his sensors were running, scanning the environment and the only human in the nearby vicinity. Blinking, the android started checking its systems, making sure there had been no damage caused during transport: unlikely, but still possible. It sent a status report, affirming the address and identity of the human who had activated it, as well as its current health status.

Its brown eyes were synthetic, and on first glance looked human. But an android's eyes were the easiest way to tell it apart from a human: The iris was a bit too perfect, the color too even. And the pupil wasn't completely black. Instead, the outer edge of the pupil was rings, the faintest of slivery grey lines marking out the lens inside.

There was also, of course, the company logo stamped into its side just below the armpit, and under the skin was the model information, as well as access for service and a reset button.