This spin off takes place after the battle for Detroit, Connor who has now fully deviated is thrown headfirst into the human experience.
After everything he's been through and witnessed the overbearing weight of sentience leaves him with ptsd, trau...
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She clutched onto her bag as the door swung open, a breath escaping her as their eyes met. Holy mother of god, she thought to herself, how could it be ?
The once lifeless body she used to tend to several months ago, stood in the flesh right infront of her. The honey brown eyes, dull, but so full of potential and life. She felt as though she was hallucinating, Hank hadn't mentioned anything about his friend being the very RK800 model she was so familiar with. Would it be wrong to go in for a hug? What was she supposed to do, shake his hand after tending to his fatal wounds so many times ?
What felt like an eternity squeezed into a minute passed by, and Hank interrupted the capturing silence shared between the two.
"Ah sorry about that... Connor this is Nora, Nora - Connor, she is a.. somewhat specialist in her field. Do come in kiddo, been a while since I've ran into you." Hank smiled, pulling her into a gentle hug before releasing her and walking back to tend to the two coffees.
Nora shuffled her feet on the welcome Matt greeting both Hank and sumo, her eyes every now and then still glancing back towards Connor speechless. "Ah yeah you're right, it's just been a hectic few months... Nice to meet you Connor." She swallowed her pride and did exactly what she said she wouldn't, reached her hand out to shake his hand, her eyes still endlessly captured by the warmth of the other stuff .
"Yes of course, Nice to meet you too." Connor cleared his throat, returning the hand and shaking it. It felt awkward, he'd never met her before so was it so ? Something weird was happening and it felt like his detective skill were once yet again just failing him. The pair followed Hank to the kitchen, taking a seat at the island as Hank pushed the other coffee towards Nora. Connor quickly clocked what kind of mug he'd chosen to give her and shot the old man a look of disapproval shaking his head.
"Thank you Hank... this is just what I nee- oh. Come on... " Nora groaned examining the cup until she couldn't hold her laughter in anymore, the mug changing colours from thermal heat revealing the words ' I love anal'.
"Real clever..." she shook her head recollecting herself and taking a seat opposite Hank, besides Connor. "I thought you called me here for something important?"
Hank wiped the coffee from his beard his smile slowly disappearing, taking a breath before he continued. "Yeah no, that's right. Listen, I heard you moved to the new Android behaviours department, and you've got plenty Android experience from your old assignments too, well I didn't know who else to really go to. With the whole revolution and Androids becoming free, it's undeniable that depression and existential crises are on the rise. My good friend and colleague here, he's done an awful lot for our department and me personally, he's struggling coping psychologically with this new life and free will, I was wondering if you could suggest or recommend anything ?"
Connor cupped his hands together letting Hank take the lead, it wasn't like he could describe his emotions any better anyways. Keeping his eyes low, they turned towards Nora in hopes of a cure, it didn't matter just something to relieve him of his pain.
Nora swallowed anxiously listening to the dilemma presented before her by Hank, turning her attention towards Connor. "I-I see... I presume self destructive tendencies ? Doubts with self worth and questioning the meaning of life are all valid feelings to be experiencing, after the revolution especially. We'll I'm glad you came to me for help, I've got an idea or two."
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