Buckle up ladies, this is gonna be a longer read (it's like 17 freaking pages on google docs for reference 🙂).
Ngl, I was kinda sad that they never gave the Android in this mission a name and just referred to him as 'Carlos Ortiz's android'. And the actor was amazing in his role; the voice cracks and little lip trembles during the interrogation was peak performance, mans really gave it his all.
WARNING!
!!! This chapter does include suicide and mention of suicide and physical assault. Read at your own risk !!!
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Friday, Nov 6
00:41
The department buzzed with activity as people rushed between desks, arrested suspects were pushed into cells, and officers leisured in the breakroom. The white, pristine room was sharply organized, charging stations for androids lined along the wall by the entrance, walkways on either side leading to the archive room and jail cells, a small break room tucked away in the far wall, and the Captain's glass office in the center overlooking it all.
In the midst of the hustle Connor neatly stood and took it all in, processing large bouts of information in only a matter of seconds. He scans the face of every passing individual, profiles, records, and histories scrolling down the side of their face. Humans find it unsettling and borderline creepy, but to Connor it was second nature the way he was able to see a person just once and know their life's story: name, age, criminal record, occupation, familial ties, etc. All these unique lives, each as intricate and lovingly crafted as the next, stored in his database forever, never to be forgotten by the universe so long as he existed. One could even say he granted these individuals immortality through his memory each time he lays eyes upon one... gives them just a taste of his own reality for a moment. He was in his element here, never more fitting than in the environments he was specially designed for – the first and only of his model.
The call of your voice breaks Connor from his trance, luring him to the far left of the walkways, away from the rest of the building and towards a hidden hallway far down. There you stood, holding open a door labeled 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY'. Connor instinctively reacts to your call and makes his way towards you, taking you in as he approaches you. You still had little droplets of rain clinging to your person, reflecting a soft glow onto your skin. Your hair, neatly tied back and out of your face earlier that night, was now frazzled around the edges, small wisps of hair tickling your cheeks. It mostly likely came undone as the night progressed and even more so when the deviant proved to be quite a struggle to detain and bring down from the attic. Even so, you still managed to hold a composure of grace and neatness unique to yourself. You were quiet and polite –when need be–, an almost stoic attitude befitting you. You never slouched, never leaned, always at attention and aware of all that occurred around you. Your work history reflects that, a talented detective and officer on her way to fussy decoration. But when you offered a small smile or allowed a chuckle to leave you, you melted into a warm sight that was more welcoming than most of Connor's interactions with humans (despite his best efforts). You seemed most like this, like yourself, around the Lieutenant. Connor's database showed the two of you had been working together for some years now, and he could only assume you grew somewhat close during that time.
Skirting around you, he enters a new branch of hallway and stands against the wall to wait for you.
Shutting the door, you tuck your badge I.D. into your back pocket and jerk your head down the corridor.
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