Accident Prone - Becoming Human

Sensational Changes

Despite a restful and quiet night Connor awoke later than usual the following morning and felt absolutely horrendous. Aside from the dull ache in his still healing abdomen and chest that burned with each breath he took, the deviant now had a terrible headache, had a strong discomfort in his artificial stomach and felt a little too warm for what would be considered normal. Using his left elbow to prop himself up on the bed Connor ran his right hand through his hair and over his face only to feel his palm become slicked with diluted Thirium-based sweat and he immediately remembered the controversial update he had downloaded the night before.

The update was a success and now Connor was having more humanoid reactions and responses to the world around him. One such reaction was sweating while hot and feeling nauseated when his system wasn't calibrated properly.

"Oh, no. I thought the errors were fixed." Connor thought out loud and was promptly met by Sumo's cold nose pressing against the side of his neck as if sensing Connor's distress. "I need to contact-"

The deviant's stomach suddenly tightened as a warning about his low Thirium volume appeared in his visual sensors. He curled up around himself protectively at the foreign sensation in his cramping stomach. Hand clamped firmly over his mouth Connor awkwardly swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up with his entire body trembling from an unexplained weakness. As he managed to make his way out of his bedroom and into the bathroom he stumbled slightly but caught himself against the edge of the sink with his free hand to regain his balance.

"Sick again?" Hank asked as he put his hand on Connor's shoulder from behind. He had heard the deviant awkwardly shuffling out of the bedroom and into the bathroom while he was watching the news in the livingroom, and his paternal instincts kicked in to full gear. "You feel like you're running a little hot."

"...Apparently not all of the errors were properly patched." Connor managed to reply as his stomach mercifully settled and didn't activate his emergency expulsion program. "I believe I need to see a technician and have this update removed."

"Actually," grabbing onto Connor's bicep Hank helped hold the deviant steady on his feet while turning on the cool tap in the sink. "this is supposed to happen."

"How do you know that?" Turning his head slightly Connor looked up at Hank with a pale and sweaty face. His irises were shining bright as he fought to focus on Hank as he stood at his side. "I just woke up like this."

"Shit, you look terrible. But to answer your question," Hank ran a washcloth under the cool water and squeezed out the excess water from the dark blue fabric before presenting it to the deviant. "I got a message from Luke this morning. He's going to be over in a few minutes to check in on you and he told me that the update, which is working like it should, still leaves androids with migraine-like symptoms."

"...Why?"

Laughing a little at the question Hank just patted Connor's shoulder twice before he pressed the cool washcloth to the deviant's eyes. "Fuck if I know."

"Do migraines always make you feel ill?"

"Ill? Are you talking about an upset stomach?"

"...Yes."

"Sometimes." Pressing the washcloth gently over Connor's eyes Hank could feel the ill deviant pressing down against the cool and comforting sensation. "I've only had one migraine to speak of, but again, I've seen enough migraines from everyone else in the bullpen to know they aren't fun."

"How long do the symptoms last?"

"I don't know. Until then," guiding Connor out of the bathroom Hank led the pained deviant into the livingroom to lay down on the couch without moving the washcloth from his eyes in the process. "you can't stand in the bathroom all day until you feel better."