(Not) Alive - Machine | Detroit Become Human [finished]

01 - RK800

Hi little deviants ! I'll try to translate another of my fanfics on Detroit Become Human.
Google translate helps a lot 😅 but don't hesitate to mention the mistakes you can notice ^^

I'll try to post one chapter each day till the end of the story.

I hope you'll like reading it ! Enjoy 😊

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Detroit, Michigan, November 6th, 2038

Angie Callahan was sitting at her desk at the police station, filling out reports on her computer. It was not her favorite activity, but it was necessary.  As much as taking witnesses statements or securing crime scenes that were her other day-to-day activities here in the Homicide Department at Detroit City Central Police Station.

She loved her job, she had spent years at the police academy to train and was proud to have been able, at 26, to integrate this prestigious police station.  That's why she never shied away from typing reports, no matter how tedious it was.

- Excuse me, she heard suddenly, where can I find Lieutenant Anderson's desk, please?

Either she was too focused on her work, or this person was very discreet because she hadn't heard him approach. She looked up from her screen, a welcoming smile on her lips, and pointed a finger in the direction of the lieutenant's desk, almost in front of hers.

- It's right there.

Her smile froze in astonishment when she realized that it was an android who had asked her that question.  A blue circle shape LED shone on his right temple and he wore a gray regulation uniform with all the marks of his condition: glowing armband on the right arm, serial and model numbers and blue triangle on the chest, all that the law imposed to differentiate humans from androids, more and more realistic.

RK800 could she read on his jacket, she had never heard of this model, but she didn't know much about it and she didn't keep very informed on the subject.

- Thank you, he replied, nodding and walking away to the place indicated.

He sat upright in a chair, waiting for the lieutenant.  Angie watched him for a few seconds and wondered what his job was. There were androids for all the thankless or difficult tasks, for roads maintenance, buildings, traffic, gardening, transporting heavy loads ... But there were also hosts and hostesses,  teachers, nannies and housekeepers.

She had never wanted to buy one.  She couldn't have treated him like an object, a tool, without feeling embarrassed.  What an idea to have made them so resembling humans, both physically and in the way of expressing themselves.  They even mimicked the breathing, the blinking, when they didn't need to, they also faked the pain although they didn't feel it.  She had read in a magazine that it confused people when those details weren't present.

No, she would rather take care of her apartment herself, even if she didn't like it, than entrust this task to a robot who would make her uncomfortable.  And anyway, she couldn't afford it.

She eventually resumed her work, but she was no longer very focused.  So she decided to take a break and have a coffee in the break room, or rather a tea, coffee was not her forte.

Cup in hand, she settled down at a high table on a stool and stared at her steaming drink for a moment.  To think that we knew how to make intelligent humanoids and still not an instant tea worthy of the name!  She also saw the android, the RK800, detailing the desk in front of him then strolling in the police station and finally coming in her direction.  She studied him curiously.