Thirium 310

Chapter 19

November 9th, 2038 
10:53 am

Upon scanning the cell for an escape route, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I turn and see Connor standing on the other side. I walk right up to him. "Not that I ever expect anything in return," I start. "But I did save your life, so why don't you let me out." I flash a toothy smile. He tilts his head to the side. 
"You know I can't do that," he says. 
"Oh, but you can," I say with a wink. 
He shakes his head. "You must remain here until further questioning."
"Is that why you're here? To interrogate me yourself? Your program running up again?"
"My program is at optimal status," he says. 
"That's not what Hank said earlier." He stares at me. 
"Who are you?" he asks after moments of silence.
"I'm a lot like you," I confess. He furrows his brows, processing the information I've given him. He must know by now that I'm no ordinary android.
"You're no ordinary android, that much I've figured," he says as if reading my thoughts. 
"Nice work detective!" I mock. He glares at me and I chuckle. 
"You've been deleted from accessible CyberLife files. You must be some sort of threat to them if they're keeping you a secret."
"I mean, I guess I can just prove that even we can deviate from our program." 
"Why did you-" but he's cut off when Hank comes into view and puts a hand on his shoulder. 
"Come on, Connor. You have all the time in the world to talk to her, right now we have an appointment with your creator," Hank says. 
"Kamski?" I ask surprised. What can Kamski offer them? He created androids sure, but he retied ages ago. No one's heard much from him. Maybe he's lurking in the shadows and knows more than we think. 
Hank nods. "I'd let you come, but don't think that's the best idea. We'll send him your regards." Before I can interject and tell him not to, they're both gone. Kamski might report me to CyberLife, taking me to be researched on. To see my malfunction. I know some people at the station recognize me but haven't said a thing because I'm needed for 'critical information.' I sigh and sit on the bench. 

"You're really an android?" a voice asks. I look behind me. My neighbouring prisoner is looking up at me with a questioning face. 
"I am," I reply. 
"I've never seen your model before."
"There's only one of me," I say. 
"I thought you were some badass chick that just got caught."
"I guess that too." He doesn't say anything more and gazes down on the ground once more. The television captures my attention as reports from last night events come on screen. Capitol park has been completely 'vandalized.' That's not how I see it. It looks renovated. Markus must have chosen a symbol for our revolution: a circle that represents us by what differentiates us. Our LED. I touch the LED hidden in my shirt and play with it as I continue watching the screen. There are symbols and words all over the windows, walls and a huge banner on the roof of a building. Words or freedom, peace and liveliness. The work of androids, my friends. The camera then switches to a different location in Detroit, then another, and another. They must have split into teams to cover all those areas. This is amazing. I just wish I was there, instead of this place, this life I escaped from. 

A body comes forward and blocks my view of the television. "Hey I was watching that, Detective," I spurt. 
"Your little friends did get their message out. It's all everyones talking about. . .making me more irritable about androids in general." 
I roll my eyes. "Sounds like you." I meet him on the other side of the cell, standing upon him. 
"You got caught," Gavin says.
"Helping a fellow android, yes," I say proudly. 
"I heard that android was Connor. Saving your enemy can cost you."
"Who said he was my enemy?" 
"What do you mean he's not your enemy? He's hunting-" he waves off the rest of his sentence. "I don't care anyway."
"Then why did you come here?" I ask curiously.
"To mock you. The great deviant defender who slips through everyone's fingers has been caught." He laughs heavily. 
"Yeah, but I'll get out."
"Oh really? How so?"
"You're going to help me." He raises his brow and scoffs. 
"Cuz I would get fired for you. My 'partner' that ditched me."
"Hey, I said I was sorry. You hated me anyway."
"Maybe not hate. Strongly dislike is a better word. I hate that tin can though."
"Connor?" He nods. "They made me more human, him more machine."
"Guess so. But I'm not helping you."
"That's what you think," I say. He backs off and glares at me, shaking his head. He looks at me once more and walks off. Oh yea, that'll reel him in.