Detroit: Witness I

4. STAY

NEW OBJECTIVES:
  - observe interrogation

Trucy was not required for the interrogation, thus it did not move from its spot. The RK800 was created for exactly this purpose, so Connor was more than capable of handling the faulty machine. Thus, there was no need for the female model to join it. The RK800 finished observing the case file, and sat down opposite to the deviant.

Stress Level: 35%

"You're damaged. Did your owner do that? Did he beat you?" Connor began its interrogation with a simple deduction. However, this was far from enough to get the HK400 to confess.

Stress Level: 39%

So it reached for the file, while still watching the deviant for the slightest movement. It gently pushed the file closer to the deviant and opened it — revealing the pictures of the body of Carlos Ortiz.

"You recognise him? It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times." Its voice was firm as it took the picture to show another one, where the murder weapon the text 'I AM ALIVE' was shown. "That was written on the wall with his own blood...

Stress Level: 43%

No reaction. Connor slightly narrowed its eyes. It had to apply more pressure if it wanted to extract a confession, the stress level was still not optimal. Detective Reed snorted at the lack of progress, but only Officer Miller turned towards him with his head as acknowledgment.

"You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human. They'll tear you apart if you don't say something." The male model tried again, trying to earn a reaction by having the deviant face the consequences of its deed. Trucy expected the malfunctioning android to react to this, since deviants stimulated human emotions, and humans were terrified of the consequences of their choices, but there was none.

Stress Level: 47%

"If you don't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory." Trucy knew Connor had enough of acting gentle and patient, as its brown eyes hardened and its tone became cold, matter-of-fact. The HK400 reacted immediately to the threat, its LED turned red as it looked at the RK800.

"What the hell is it sayin'?" Lieutenant Anderson grumbled with narrowed eyes, he was most likely not familiar with android-related concepts.

"A memory probe is when an android accesses another android's system. This way they can transfer—" Trucy began explaining, but a sharp look from the older man effective shut it up.

"In English, please."

"What Connor meant is that it can see what this android saw when the crime happened by connecting to it." The Lieutenant seemed to understand this over-simplified explanation, as his eyes widened and he slowly nodded. Then he turned to look at the sitting form of Connor and back to Trucy, as if he figured the female model was capable of probing as well.

Stress Level: 55%

"No!" The deviant cried out in despair, but it seemed it realised it had broken its way of resisting the interrogation, it paused for a moment. "No, please don't do that..!"

The little group in the observation room watched as the deviant trembled, most likely realising it could no longer stay silent. Its LED returned to yellow as it realised Connor made no movement to do as it said, its eyes moved from the stoic face of the RK800 to  the one-way mirror, with something on its face the Social Relations Program recognised as fear. It knew they were behind that obstacle.

"What... What are they gonna do to me?" The deviant mumbled to itself, but the prototype could hear it without difficulty, just as the mic in the room. Connor tilted its head to the side with cold, calculated curiousity. Then the defective android's eyes snapped to meet its with tremling lips. "They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?" 

"No... I think they just want to understand. They know your master abused you. It wasn't your fault." Trucy — for the first time since the interrogation began — glanced at Connor. With an answer like that the deviant's stress level would only decrease, and it was still just barely within optimal parameters.

"That fucker! Did it just—" Detective Reed pushed himself away from the wall he previously leaned againts, he raised his voice in anger but Lieutenant Anderson quieted him with a bark.

"Piece of shit can really fake emotions, gotta give that to it!" There was a hidden bitterness to the man's tone, one that did not fail to reach Trucy. Yes, it was Connor's main strength that it could deceive even humans with its 'emotions', so the GK700 did not understand the displease of the Lieutenant.

Stress Level: 51%

"Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you just have left me there?" The HK400 sounded sad as it asked for the reason, however this left Connor unfased. That neutral expression remained on its face as it slightly furrowed its eyeborws, searching for the best reply.

"I was just faster." The deviant looked away the exact moment Trucy glanced again at the RK800. "If they'd found you first, you would have been shot on sight."

Stress Level: 47%

Trucy kept its eyes on Connor, but refrained from speaking. Just what was the other prototype thinking? While it may had been true that the disfunctional machine would have been shot on sight, its stress level went below optimal. The HK400 snapped its head to the RK800, its eyes were wide from surprise, shock and fear. Then it looked away, likely shaken up by what Connor said.

"I don't wanna die." It told Connor, who immediately grabbed the chance to finally proceed towards a succesful interrogation. 

"Then talk to me." For a moment it seemed they were finally done, when the deviant opened its mouth to speak, but Trucy's program was correct: it refused to confess.

"Finally—" A hopeful smile began growing on Officer Miller's face, but that feeling was cut short as the deviant looked away from Connor.

"I— I can't..." Had the GK700 been a human, it would have sighed in frustration just like the Lieutenant did, because this suspect was under the 'difficult' category. It seemed not only it was out of patience towards this deviant, but Connor as well: it tilted its head to the side, its already cold brown eyes got even colder. It reminded Trucy of Amanda, before she began her chase after its prey. 

"Aaargh!" Detective Reed grunted in frustration, he really looked like he was ready to punch someone in the face.

But Trucy knew what was about to happen: a memory probe. But considering the state of the deviant, a memory probe would raise  its stress level to 100% even from 0%, and as deviants had a habit of self-destructing when that point is reached... the female model glanced at Connor, then at the one-way mirror, its eyes finally came to a halt at the momentearily relaxed HK400. Should Trucy stop Connor from probing the deviants memory? Even if the android hurried in now, the RK800 could have already begun the probing. And in that case there was little the female model could do — it might be better if it not intervened at all if that were to happen.

[□] STOP CONNOR
[X] STAY STILL