Yeah, I wrote up a nice little prologue. I know it's not a full chapter, but...gotta start somewhere, right? XP This is just to give you a feel for the world in which the story is set. I'll put it on DA once my internet stops being a jerkweed. Spoiler: Le Prologue Androids weren't exactly new to the world. VOCALOIDs had been produced as early as 2004. The problem was that they weren't available to the public. Even those that could pay for the professional singers were shipped mindless robots that had no personality to speak of. It was the price of mass consumption: programming every copy of the VOCALOID with a distinguishable personality was time-consuming and costly. Users wanted more than that. They longed for androids that could sing with compassion and feeling; robots that could act as friends and companions. It was with this wish in mind that they forged on to create UTAU. At first, it seemed their dreams had been achieved. UTAUloids were available to everyone, and they could be obtained with little more than a few official forms. All it took was a signature, and soon millions of people around the world were loading their voices into newly-customized androids. Then, everyone began to see the darker side of UTAU. With such free access, androids could be owned by anyone: from ditzy pre-teens to rather creepy old men. Some users resorted to copying--and even stealing--others' data, effectively besmirching a program that had only been created to bring joy to users. Many times, wild rumors would fly around the internet--rumors of self-proclaimed vigilantes who were determined to control the UTAU population. Every option was suggested, from kidnapping and de-activating to crudely destroying the androids with a hammer. Since UTAUloids possessed fully developed emotions and personalities, the authorities saw them as human, and announced that such actions would, in fact, be considered homicide. The rumors died away pretty quickly after that. Maybe that's why no one really took the virus seriously. We all believed it was just another rumor; that after a week we would forget it had ever been mentioned. No one could have predicted the events that marred that summer. We were unprepared, and we suffered for it.