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

11001 - Empathy

As they walked down the walkway leading to the entrance to Kamski's house, Angie watched Connor's slightest reaction.  Unfortunately his face remained impassive, the place didn't seem to remind him of anything.

Contrary to their expectations, it was not Chloe who came to open the door like the first time, but Kamski himself.  He had the same bun hairstyle, the same piercing blue gaze that made you slightly uncomfortable, but this time at least he was dressed, simple jeans and a printed tee shirt instead of the bathrobe he was wearing last time.  He looked at Hank then Angie, without recognizing them.  Well, they mustn't have made a strong impression on him!

- Yes, what do you want?  He asked in a cold, impatient tone.

The lieutenant opened his mouth to explain the reason for their coming.

- Mr. Kamski, we are-

- Connor?

The man had just noticed the android behind them.

- I thought all RK800 deactivated!

- I guess not, Hank replied in a bad mood.

- Come in, said the billionaire, more like an order than an invitation, giving them passage.

Dark gray walls, red armchairs and a Japanese maple, nothing had changed since the last time they had come.  Once the door closed, Kamski turned to them.

- Well, explain to me how Cyberlife's most sophisticated android was able to disappear for over a year and magically reappear ...

- He ... Someone has locked him, Angie said.

- Aren't the RK800 supposed to know how to defend himself?  Kamski asked raising an eyebrow.

- Didn't you see what happened on news?  Hank intervened.  He was out of order, even we thought he was dead. This... guy, he must have sneaked him up and took him somewhere.

- My memory has been erased, Connor clarified.

- He doesn't even remember his main functions.  We were hoping you'd allow us to ...

Angie paused, embarrassed, she didn't know how to ask her request.

- Reliving certain events seems to bring back his memories, she continued, if we could show him the room where ... where ...

- Where he shot my personal android?  Kamski finished in a neutral tone.

Angie nodded, Connor giving them a slightly horrified look.

- I think we can do better than that.  Follow me.

He led them to a door on the left which opened into a sort of austere workshop.  On the entire left wall, painted in pale gray, were lined up low furniture with multiple drawers trays, to the right were showcased androids biocomponents as if they were pieces of art.  In the middle of the room was a metal worktable on which the robotics genius was to create his new androids, completed, at the back, by a very large desk on which three screens lined up.  Only a small wooden pedestal table on which rested a bouquet in a vase, warmed this very sober decoration.

Kamski pulled out a touchpad and cable from a drawer before asking Connor to sit on the table.  He gave Angie a worried look who smiled reassuring him.

- Take off your jacket, the man ordered.

The android reluctantly obeyed.

- Well, let's see what your program says ...

Kamski tapped on his touchpad, but when he pulled the cable closer to plug it into Connor's neck, this one panicked.

- No !  He exclaimed, jumping off the table to abruptly walk away towards the door.