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Chapter 5: Firewall

One thing that Connor finds out pretty quickly after the first case, is that he doesn't have all the upgrades that he downloaded during the eight months after he deviated. This doesn't really bother him all that much, however, what really annoys him is the lack of his low-power mode. Or as a human may be more inclined to refer to it, his 'ability to sleep.' While he doesn't necessarily need the upgrade per say, especially in this timeline since he no longer has to worry about overheating anymore, it would be a nice way to pass the time. Boredom was not a problem that Connor had ever considered when he thought about going back in time, yet here he is, and it's honestly kind of funny in a way, or it would be was he not suffering with the lack of things to do. Since he has no other way of spending his time, he's currently just sitting at his desk in the station, reading and re-reading over the cases on his terminal, or more accurately, his future terminal. He's technically not really supposed to be in the precinct, the desk isn't even considered his yet, it's just a spare one, but there are a few other androids milling around, cleaning and stuff, and also a couple of humans as well who are on night shift. None of them have given Connor any issue, so he figures they don't mind him being here. Other than them though, the police station is fairly quiet.

The arrest, if it can even be called that, of Carlos' android weighs pretty heavily on his processor. While it was completely necessary, and Connor can justify it to himself with so many reasons and explanations and excuses, Connor still manages to somehow feel bad about it. Seeing the look of fear and desperation in the android's eyes as he begged for Connor to not reveal where he was hiding, and then completely ignoring those pleas as he turned him in. Connor had felt sick, his entire being screaming at him to not do it, yet he did. It's the first time in a long time where Connor has ignored his emotions in favour of cold, calculating logic, and he's not sure he likes how it feels.

He needs a distraction.

Holding the sigh in that he so desperately wants to take, Connor looks around the office, taking in the colours of the walls and the layout of the desks. As a machine he had barely acknowledged the station at all, just seeing it as another building, though admittedly, a slightly more important one. Now however, he can take the time to look over his surroundings and judge them. He glances at the android parking station tucked against the wall. Judge them harshly.

Other than that, he supposes the office is fairly nice, if not a little drab with the amount of dark grey used. It looks professional though. Still, Connor thinks that a nice, subtle slate blue for the walls at least, would work a lot better than just having a dark grey floor, walls, and desks. It was no wonder most of the humans here always seemed so depressed if these were the conditions that they were forced to work in. The wall of large arched windows is nice though, and at the right angle sunlight would stream in through them, bathing the office in a warm, yellow glow. It doesn't now though obviously considering that it's - he leans over and checks the clock on the desk despite not needing to – 12:14am, and the sun won't be rising for at least another five hours at least. He knows, just from experience, that the station has no one in it besides the receptionist and cleaning androids from 02:00am to 2:30am as the shifts swap over, which means that he has a little under an hour and a half until the office clears out at 02:00. He files that information away for later, it's bound to come in handy at some point.

With that done, it's only a matter of time before his thoughts traitorously drift their way from Connor's preferred interior decorating choices back to the other deviant, the deviant that is currently sitting in one of the cells waiting for the humans to come and demand answers from him. Connor really doesn't want to interrogate the android, all it-he wants is to be free, finally away from his life of abuse. While Connor doesn't necessarily agree with killing Ortiz, especially in such a brutal and quite frankly, unnecessary fashion, he can understand ­why he did it, and even why he did it that way. Revenge for a lifetime of torture inflicted unfairly upon him just for merely existing. Unfortunately, Connor also knows that the humans are never going to see it the way he does, all they are going to see is a faulty android and have him destroyed. Or sent to CyberLife to check for traces of deviancy.