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

10010 - Mistrust

When Angie opened her eyes she felt completely disoriented.  What was she doing here?  And where was this "here"? She turned her head in the direction of a fire on the ground.  Right next to it, a man was squatting with his back to her, he was adding kindling to feed the flames. She remembered the alley, the man following her ... She must have been hit on the head because she remembered seeing Connor ...

She wanted to sit up discreetly but the man heard the light rubbing of her jacket on the ground and immediately turned to her.  Angie widened her eyes, she hadn't dreamed, or else she had completely lost her mind as Connor was standing there in front of her, his brown eyes staring suspiciously at her.

He had taken off the beanie he wore earlier and she could see his LED and his eternal strand that fell on his forehead, but now a scar crossed his left cheek, from the wing of the nose to the temple, she could see it in the fire light, a dark scar with bluish traces.  It reminded her of the last time she had seen him, his cheek had been torn off by a grenade explosion, then he was dead ... Could it be him?  How?

She sat down, a little vacillating, and asked in a hesitant voice:

- Is that you?  Is that really you, Connor?

- I… I don't know, he replied, frowning.

Angie's heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, then she understood what he had just said.

- You don't know?

- My memory has been erased ... I have no more memories of my past life, he explained.

Then he added in an impatient voice:

- Did you know me?  Is Connor my first name?

- I knew an RK800 named Connor, yes.

- RK800 ... this is my model number I guess ... There must be thousands of them that look like me, so maybe it wasn't me that you knew, he added disappointed.

- The RK800 was a prototype.  It was not produced on a large scale.  Wait, she said, having a sudden idea.  What's your serial number?

- I don't know it.

- How it is possible ?

- I don't have access to my software settings.

As she looked at him questioningly, he added:

- It's a long story.

Angie pondered, it was possible that Cyberlife had freed the last RK800 bodies they possessed, or someone could have picked up one she destroyed to fix it.  The only way to find out was to know his serial number, the last digit of it was incremented with each new model. The Connor she had first met had the number 52, she had deactivated him at Jericho, the 53 had fallen from the roof of the building at Hart Plaza and finally, the Connor who had gone deviant and was killed protecting her was number 54. She suddenly had an idea.

- Can you run some of your thirium without putting yourself in danger?

- Yes, why ?

- Do it !

He gave her a skeptical look.

- Maybe I have a solution, do it, please.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he opened a trap door in his forearm, disconnected a cable and spilled a few drops of blue blood on the floor, then he put the tube back in its place and his arm closed, the artificial skin recreating itself automatically.

- Well.

She took his hand firmly and dipped his index finger in his own blood.

- Now stick out your tongue.