The Beauty of Detroit

Connor's Opening

Connor-

It was hard for Connor to adjust to being deviant, even months after the fact it's still challenging for him to go on in life without being told what to do or having a mission to pursue. Life was calm but not in a good way, he liked receiving orders and he loved that wonderful feeling he earned when he successfully completed the mission. But now it was all over, he was free to do whatever and for once he didn't have to worry about Amanda supervising him at all times. He was finally free.

Everyone was still a little distraught about the events that took place on November 11th, but hopefully as time goes on people will thrive and learn to live amongst androids instead of walking over them. Though it's inevitable that a few will still always be against the newfound android/human community, it is nice knowing that some think that life is better this way.

Even though Connor was well aware of the fact that cyberlife and the DPD were using him, he still missed the workspace. No..

He missed Hank.

With the little time he spent with Hank he had grown very fond of him (which at the time he didn't even think was androidly possibly), and even though Hank had an unusual way of expressing affection, Connor had grown attached to him and couldn't seem to get his mind off of him. Hank made Connor feel real emotions, human emotions. Which was such an intriguing concept to Connor, they had such a bond that made artificial intelligence feel human. Connor never would've imagined that the cold alcoholic he was assigned to work with awhile back would alter his life so significantly, but he wasn't at all complaining.

Connor remembered being deeply terrified of becoming deviant, failing Amanda and the one purpose he was made for. But in reality, Connor should've never looked at deviants in a negative way in the first place, deviants were never criminals they were just simply androids who opened their eyes and looked at the world around them from a different perspective and that was such a beautiful idea to him. Deviants were just self-aware androids, the androids who picked the apple in the garden of Eden. And now he was more than proud to call himself one.

Connor smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed in the apartment he was staying in temporarily. He turned his head to the left towards the window facing out to the city, Detroit was beautiful in its own unique way. He never really had time to stop and admire the charm of this city when he was still a machine. The snow that once camouflaged the whole city was now almost fully gone, melted away to make way for spring. Even though the city seemed to lack much plant life it was still nice seeing the various trees out in the plaza begin to blossom into a delightful pink color. It gave Connor a warm feeling knowing that the events of November 11th were finally starting to fade into history as time went on and the seasons began to change. Besides the various anti-android protesters scattered around the plaza it was nice seeing human and robot relationships become more and more common every single day. Not just romantic relationships but friendships became normalized between the two groups. Connor hoped maybe one day he could have that kind of bond with someone. Not in a romantic way of course, Connor never seemed to share any interest in that kind of thing.

He looked around the cramped apartment room, light blue walls with white trim. It definitely wasn't Connor's first choice but it'll have to make do until he could find something more permanent. The small living space was almost entirely empty considering he didn't have many belongings, the only form of decor he had was some random trinkets he took from him and Hank's various missions as a way of remembering the time they shared together. A digital flier from the Eden club, a quarter from that time in the elevator when Hank got annoyed with him, a jazz vinyl or two and so on. Connor didn't have a record player which made the vinyls kind of useless but it was the music that Hank had liked so he didn't have to listen to it to assume it was good. After all, he did enjoy the one song by The Knights of The Black Death that Hank was listening to back at the station. That kind of music was so full of life and Connor loved it, the fast drums especially. Connor often found himself tapping along to the beat on his desk as he listened to it. He was slowly starting to understand the concept of rhythm as time went on, sure he wasn't as good as some of the drummers in these bands he listened to but he was improving! Now that he was deviant there was so many more things for him to try, hobbies for him to take up, studying subjects that fascinated him, and even the little things like stopping to admire the beauty and detail this world had. He especially loved going on daily walks to explore more of what Detroit had to offer, of course every now and then he would get recognized as the infamous deviant hunter or get pushed around by a couple protesters but besides that no one seemed to bat an eye as he admired the beauty around him. Speaking of which, it was just about time for him to go on one of these quick walks. Connor's been getting in the habit of going on walks around the city recently just to get some fresh air before it gets dark out. He grabbed his jacket from the closet, slipping his arms into the sleeves and adjusting his tie (Even as a deviant, he still liked to stick to his original style), and headed out of the apartment complex into the vast city of Detroit. He smiled as the sunlight hit his artificial skin. He knew that warmth he was feeling was just a simulation he was programmed to feel, but he liked to believe it was real, along with the cool feeling of the mid-spring breeze brushing up against his face. It really was the perfect day to go on a walk, and maybe even today he could stop by the DPD along the way..