Detroit is the ground zero and origin city of Androids. Now its the place you have to call home. There is no choice; your betrayal of the Apex Predators had cost them a pretty paycheque, and living in a city of machines is the safest way for you to...
NOTE: THIS STORY WILL JUMP BETWEEN CONNOR'S AND PILOT'S PERSPECTIVE, AND WILL BE STATED AS SUCH AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH CHAPTER! The narrative doesn't completely work in only a single perspective without things being overly confusing, so this was the compromise I could think of.
This chapter is in CONNOR'S perspective.
A cool breeze caught the stray lock of hair over Connor's forehead as the morning greeted him with business. Another Deviant related case, however it was minor. But regardless of the report and it's severity, a Deviant being involved meant that Lieutenant Anderson and himself would need to address it personally.
It was a minor theft, primitive in nature given the more recent headlining tragedies that struck the Precinct. The simple case was welcomed with open arms by the Lieutenant though, the change of pace being refreshing instead of homicides and mutilations.
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"May I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Connor turned his head as a brief silence overcame the car at the change of song on the radio.
Hank sighed and turned the volume off, glancing to his partner with an expectant look. He'd learned by now that asking permission was merely a formality that Connor would open with. Regardless of his response, the question would follow anyway.
"Have you ever anticipated your own death?"
The car slowed as they came to a red light.
Hank's eyebrows raised at the question that he was most definitely not expecting. Fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he turned his head to look at Connor, who stayed motionless as he expected an answer. Inhaling sharply, he tried to think of a response.
"And I don't mean about your... intrusive thoughts, Lieutenant."
Hank let out a breath of relief at the addition to the inquiry. The talk they've had before at the park about his... habits left quite an unforgettable moment on his relationship with Connor, but the lack of mentioning it in a negative light was greatly appreciated.
"In general? Everyone's gotta die from somethin', right?" Hank looked towards the road ahead, watching cars drive past at the intersection.
Connor stayed motionless, waiting to see if there would be an elaboration.
