Anyway, without further ado, here are my first ten sentences:
On May the fourth, a new android named July had been reported missing. Today was now the fifth, and Henry knew that July would not be found.Thank you for reading!
July had been a new android, only three years old, a 8OREALIS. His face had been freshly assembled, unmarred by a broken nose or chipped teeth, and was not yet affected by whatever the random genetic string his tissues would decide to do with him with age. In other words, he looked pretty much identical to all the other 8OREALIS models assembled in his year, but he was different: he was different because in those three years of life, he had five different owners. Three of those owners were dead, and the other two had passed him on in less than a month of ownership with no explanation.
July's record was very, very bad, and as far as Henry could tell, this was through no fault of July's own. That didn't really matter, though. Henry had known androids get labeled as "cursed" for less, and "cursed" androids tended to end up as scrap, torn apart for organs, the best of their electronics sold off, the worst of them melted down. By now, July had been half-cannibalized, and by the end of the week the rest of him would be gone, too.