Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Eighteen

Once the wound was taken care of, you were free to go, under careful instructions to take care of your arm. You just nodded, thanked the EMTs, then all but ran from the ambulance. Connor was still sitting on the curb with Hank, but got to his feet when you approached.

If he had lungs, he probably would have lost the air in them when you all but launched yourself forward. You were easily caught, and the android tried his damnedest to draw some kind of reassurance from the embrace. It still felt too easy to put the blame on himself, but Hank was right: you were still alive.

[It won't happen again.]

Getting to his feet as well, Hank cleared his throat. "Come on. Cops have what they need; I'll drive you back home."

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In the passenger seat, you'd gone quiet, trying to think your way past the throbbing pain in your arm. It didn't take long before you came up with some sort of plan. "I have an idea," you spoke up, to get the males' attention. "I have a lot of... experimental software, but some practical ones, too. I... I can make you less susceptible to bullets, Connor."

"Uhhhh..." came Hank's swift response. "Is that even possible?"

"I said I quit my job, right? That doesn't mean I don't work. I do freelance stuff. After I left CyberLife, I wanted to do something more... beneficial, I guess. Stuff made specifically for androids. So I could give back, as a sort of apology for all the shit CyberLife did."

"Okay, you're diving real deep down the rabbit hole, but that doesn't answer my question."

He had a point. "All that equipment isn't there for show. One of the things that ended up successful was a kind of... liquid metal coating. It took me three months to get the consistency right, but it works. There's no visible difference after it's applied, it doesn't restrict motion, and it doesn't take long to be put on."

"It's already been tested against bullets?" the android piped up, curiosity in his tone.

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't. Handguns, shotguns, machine guns... I didn't test it against a tank but I don't have access to one."

Parking his car outside your house, the lieutenant stared at you. "So you basically made a bulletproof vest for androids. How the actual fuck..."

"Like I said before, Experimental A.I. and Technology." Smiling a little you stepped out of the car, sighing softly. The pair followed you inside, Connor retreating to his room. Despite telling his partner he wouldn't need anything while he stayed with you, he'd gone and retrieved some extra clothes the night before.

Not that he ever wore anything different, but not wearing at least a shirt felt strange.

Once he'd fixed the half-naked problem, Connor returned to the living room. "Kamski said she developed something to give androids a sense of touch."

"Okay, okay, back the fuck up." Hank had both of his hands up, visibly disturbed. "Kamski said? Elijah Kamski, the guy that created the first self-aware android?"

"He and Chloe visited this morning. She needed maintenance on that exact software." Rubbing his hands together, a well-known habit, the android watched the other male try to work out the onslaught of new information in his head.

"I just... I don't... am I hallucinating? Am I fuckin' drunk, maybe?" He groaned loudly and rubbed his face. "So... all right. Kamski of all fucking people is all friendly with you. Nevermind the fact that this sounds like a goddamn twisted novel, how the hell do you get an android to touch stuff and actually feel it?"

You didn't answer right away, mouth pressed thin for a bit as you debated with yourself what to tell them. Looking at Connor, and knowing that he might not be functional after another encounter with the deranged prototype, you got to your feet from the couch. "Come with me, downstairs, please. I'll try to explain it, but I also have a file with everything I've worked on and am still working on."

What else could they do but follow you to your lab? The lights came on immediately, and you fiddled with the control panel for a bit before one of the machines in the back powered up. It looked like a tank from a sci-fi movie, where the being floated inside of it, suspended in some sort of liquid. Which was exactly what Connor was going to have to do.

You grabbed a file from one of the desk drawers; it was surprisingly thick, filled with notes and summaries and timelines of projects you'd done, as well as if they'd been successful. The file was handed over while you sat at the computer; the males took all the file's contents and sat nearby, curiosity getting the better of them.

"Trying to develop coding to give an android a sense of touch sounds insane, I know," you spoke softly, eyes glued to the monitors. "But the thing is, CyberLife did a lot of the work for me without knowing it. Child androids are capable of feeling temperature changes, especially with the weather. With that algorithm, I was able to modify it. It took a couple of tests to get it right, but... I think a better definition for it is a central nervous system. It lets an android feel temperatures, yes, but they can feel differences in textures, they can feel pressure when it's applied." While your computer did it's thing, you sat back. "However, it does come with a drawback." That got the pair to look up from whatever they were reading. "They can feel everything. And I do mean everything. They get all the benefits, but they feel pain when they're injured."

"Holy shit..." the lieutenant mumbled. "And that's a successful one?"

"Yeah. The ones I tried that need work are labeled as such."

"Why is this one completely written over?" Connor held up a particularly complicated part of the file, every page scribbled over with black marker.

Bolting out of your chair you snatched the papers, tossing them into a drawer and slamming it shut. Then you had to will yourself to calm down again. "One of my bigger ideas was... I guess self-help programs. I know androids are highly intelligent but I also know that a lot of them probably struggle with more human things. I... I wanted to offer them something to help them understand the stuff they feel uneasy with. Not everyone has the same opportunity to experience things."

"So then... what you just threw in your desk was one of those ideas?" Hank couldn't help but eye the drawer.

You nodded a little. "It probably wasn't the best idea to try and create something to help them understand love."

Honestly, the concept sounded like exactly what the android needed. Just a little guidance to let him understand. Why scrap it completely? "You shouldn't give up on it," Connor spoke up. "I... I feel as though I may benefit from it, myself."

All you could do was shake your head. "No. No way. It's not just that it failed, it failed in the absolute worst way possible. Like the coding got corrupted somehow. So I'm sorry... but no."

"I am perfectly capable of running self-tests," he went on. He refused to let this go. "If something is wrong in the program, I would be able to pinpoint it."

"Connor, I'm not giving you the software. Now drop it." Even if he was able to run tests on himself, you couldn't risk it.

"A program like this would be incredibly beneficial--"

"I'm not letting it happen, so fucking drop it!"

Frustrated as well, the android got to his feet, wanting to at least see what he could from the notes. "Why would you throw this away? I can run--"

"Because the last android that tested it raped me, Connor."