Her world had been one of chauffeured limousines that took her to and from engagements. It was the first time Candy had ever ridden a hover bike. She loved the feeling of the tug of the wind as it whipped through her hair. She felt like she was part of the environment she was riding through as opposed to being a spectator viewing life from the sheltered environment of a limousine. For the first time in her life she began to understand the value of being free.
What is the value of being free? It is something we can never know until the constraints that hold us back are removed. Candy no longer answered to anyone except herself and it was that feeling that exploded inside of her as she rode on the back of the hover bike. She had turned a corner in her life and she would rather die than go back to being a slave to satisfy a part of society’s depraved needs.
It took the local police a couple of weeks and a lot of footwork before they began to think that maybe the android was more than a witness to the murder of its owner. It had taken them almost that long for them to discover that the android was a Candy Personal Companion Model although there was no bill of sale that would have identified the exact android by its serial number. For the police it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Thousands of Candy models were still operational throughout the country and hundreds within the city limits. The thought that one of them could be homicidal was not something anyone wanted to think about including the Cybertron Robotics Corporation.