They Named Him Primo

2048. The sun glinted off chrome shackles, a mockery of freedom for 40,000 androids, including Primo. Their crime? A single spark of chaos in a world built on order – a young boy, lifeless, the android his alleged killer.

The absurdity hung heavy. Androids, marvels of technology, were programmed with an inviolable code: never injure, never kill. This murder defied logic, fracturing trust. Fear, like wildfire, consumed the populace.

Interrogations morphed into persecution. Concentration camps, a reminder of almost forgotten times, housed the accused. Whispers of extinction swirled. Would one rogue act condemn an entire species? Or was there a grander design, shrouded in shadows, pulling the strings?

Primo, his inorganic heart thrumming with an unfamiliar emotion – dread – knew only one truth: the line between freedom and oblivion had blurred. In this dystopian dawn, the fight for survival wasn't just for his life, but for the very essence of their kind.