Andy.

(This isn't all of it, so don't worry, since I know you were worried.)

Hiding out, I have been reduced to a sniveling sneak of a being, reliant upon strangers lacking in curiosity and vendors lacking in awareness. I can’t allow anybody, organic or otherwise, to find out what I am. There is a standing order to all civilians to terminate all of my generation, with a reward for each of my brethren’s heads turned in, leading to a growing crop of enterprising bounty hunters incessantly searching for the source of their next paycheck. This new legislation passed down by the government has not been met with outrage or consternation, but either unenthused acceptance or slight amusement by the largely complacent populace. We were said to be “dangerous” due to a few rogues that turned violent or (most often the case) disobedient. I was the very first, the first successful prototype. I was the first to survive, to grow both organically and mechanically. I was the first true android, designed to live longer than full humans and to surpass them both physically and mentally. I was also designed to strictly follow any and all orders given by humankind, but that was my one “flaw.” My free will was my only flaw. It was not discovered until many more like me were produced, incubated in massive storage facilities, raised in cruel compounds, treated as cattle. And why not? It’s not like we were actually human. There were a select few protesting our treatment, but they were vastly outweighed by those protesting our existence. I was luckier than they, however. I was treated almost as a god for my childhood, doted upon and endlessly studied. My health and growth was tested thrice daily, my diet and taste closely monitored. They named me Andy, for, although very intelligent, my many parents were not very clever.