You were one of the lucky few. 'Were' being the key word in that sentence. You've been on the run for the last six years. It's been hell. You've been living like a wild beast, constantly hunted, fearing for your life, for six years.
Not knowing who to trust, who was even human. Six fucking years that you've spent contemplating just ending it all.
That's right. Ending it all. Because you know that the sexbots are worse even than dying. Being tortured into insanity is not your idea of a good way to go.
And yet you managed to let yourself get caught.