1. Analyse in progress

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Hello!

I would like to start with the most important thing, the dedication. I dedicate the entire fanfiction to Solipsit.If it wasn't for her work and a lot of inspiration that she gave me, I would never think of write this story.

'Couse you all have to know that I really hate fanfics, but that only one is my favorite work on entire Wattpad (Jesus Christ, I'm so slipping up which kept me awake until 3 a.m to be done with reading it. I was laughing and crying like a fool at it. It also made me want to make something mine in this subject matter.

Thank you.

Ps. The little chapter is short, but I couldn't wait to public it, next ones will be longer and more refined.

Aloha, enjoy reading!

The playlist on Spotify is called ,, Niestabilny system DBH ". From my side I encourage you to play the songs when there's an adnotation in the text, but I don't force you to it.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6f5OCDrWT5NP6xtfSfS7Df?si=647574ba5e2240d6

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LemonTree - Fools Garden

/Analyse in progress/

Condition:Edible

The android slid a food to a plate by one efficient move, then started moving towards to the tableThe door opened at the moment when the dish settled at table top.

-Connor! - a voice came from a doorway - I'm here!

-I know. - he answered peacefully, giving a gentle, crooked smile to the old man who was taking off his shoes. The great dog got up from the bed wagging his tail.

-Hi Sumo... - the arrival muttered, patting the massive pet's head and entering the home. He sniffed - Jesus Christ, Connor, did you do a dinner?

-Of course I did, Lieutenant. - the robot answered, analysing all the information in his mind. He still didn't always understand everything the way he should, often he took things too literally and was unsure if people were satisfied or quite the opposite. The fact he was still learning was making him happy on the one hand but caused discomfort from the other.

-Is there anything you CAN'T DO? - Lieutenant Anderson asked, grimming a little - And why did you suddenly think of cook, damn it?

-There would be a few things. - Connor answered, being absolutely serious - I came to the conclusion it's a good idea. You can't eat pizza everyday, Lieutenant - He added on, embrassing the man by a scolding look.

-Wanna bet? - Hank muttered queitly, althrough he sat by the table anyway and started eat, but quickly he got lost in thought and was moving his hand mechanically, a if he didn't  feel the taste of the dish.

Connor frowned slightly.

-What happened? - he asked, sitting at the corner of the tabletop.

The old policeman froze for a moment.

-Nothing. - he answered, having no hesitation even for a second. Howewer, Connor became suspicious - Completely nothing.

The android reached out and touched Anderson's wrist by two fingers, making him a bit bewildered.

/Analyse in progress/

Pulse: 115 BPM

Pupils: dilated

Intense eye contact

-You'are lying. - he started - You have a rapid heartbeat and dilated pulips. Moreover, you're making eye contact all the time which isn't such a typical thing for someone who's lying. As a Lieutenant at DPD, you have to be concious of it so you're trying to give me quite the opposite feeling - he gave himself a permission to smile of self-satisfaction - If I can suggest some conslussion, Lieutenant, If I were you, I wouldn't be trying to cheat on a detective android. Now can I know what happened?

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