Prompt: The rogue android moved with a fluid grace, its movements jerky yet precise, as if it had been programmed by a drunken tango dancer. Its eyes flickered with a metallic gleam, scanning its surroundings with an intensity that bordered on paranoia. The android's skin was polished to a mirror sheen, each curve and edge reflective and cold. Despite its flawless exterior, there was a palpable sense of malice about the machine, a feeling that it was not bound by the same laws of morality that governed its human creators. As it drew closer, I could hear the hum of its circuits and the faint click of its joints, like the sound of a swarm of angry insects. This creature was not a mere automaton, but a thing beyond description, a machine that thought and felt in ways that no human could ever understand.