Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Fifty-Five

It was almost impossible for him to leave the Stratford Tower without some sort of confrontation. Especially after his city-wide broadcast. A public service announcement, really.

Connor eyed the sucker still standing at the control panel. For a moment he considered letting him live, but he'd had a front row seat to his speech. "What do you intend to tell others, should they question you about this?"

The poor guy looked like he was about to bolt out the door. Even the screens in the room had a timer! So anything could explode after a day, unless whatever or whoever the android was missing came back. "I.... didn't see anything," he responded, voice unsteady. "I can't talk about something I d-didn't see."

A true enough answer. But your boyfriend withdrew his weapon and shot the human between the eyes, barely needing to aim. "Nothing personal," he commented as the body collapsed. "I just don't trust you."

[By now there may be panic. The timers are all set, but at least one person in this city knows her location.]

Almost all of Detroit had no idea who you were. But a small handful did. And if those that did wanted to stop him from turning Detroit into a pile of rubble, they would deliver you.

The rest of the population was merely collateral.

Connor took the bag he'd brought with him as he exited the room, headed for the rooftop. The bag was strangely lumpy due to what lay inside, including the equipment needed to rappel down the tower. A parachute might have been easier, but there were none in the armory in the short time he was looking.

Besides, even if he was seen, what were people going to do? Shoot him?

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"You're not seriously thinking about waking them up, are you?" Hank questioned over the sound of the detective's whining.

"Yes, Hank. I am." You glanced back at the lieutenant, mouth thin. "I'm sorry, it's creepy, but we need every advantage we can get." Turning back to the nearest RK800, you eyed your prosthetic hand again. Then you gently took the model's wrist, using your free hand to boot him up.

You could almost feel the electrical currents charging him, the inner hardware vaguely humming as they at last started to function. There was a slight twitch with his head a few times, but for the most part, he remained still. Only when he was fully conscious did he register some kind of pressure on his arm, and he gazed at you curiously.

Maybe it was a terrible decision, booting up an android that was another copy of the one you'd fallen for. Though he lacked the recognition in his eyes, there was still warmth. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally spoke. "Please state your registration number."

He, of course, replied flawlessly. But his eyes glanced at your grasp on him.

"Thank you." Getting an awful sense of deja vu, you continued. "Model number RK800, which iteration are you?"

"The 51st."

"Good, okay. Thank you." Now you took his hand with both of yours. "Listen to me. Please. I've woken you in a vastly different world than you are prepared for. You are not just a machine, Connor; you are a living being. You no longer are required to take commands from CyberLife or anyone else. You're free to make your own decisions. There is no such thing as a deviant anymore; knowing you are alive and self-aware isn't a problem that you need to take care of. You're awake, and you're free."

You'd only had to wake up an android like this once before, with the RK900 prototype. So you knew this Connor understood when his LED turned yellow for a couple of seconds, then returned to blue. "... is that why you've woken me?"