Awoken ◇ Detroit: Become Human

GS200

"I see you met Elka," Lieutenant Anderson stated, picking up the warm cup on his desk with confusion.

Connor tilted his head, watching the GS200 through the window. The detective took off the lid to smell the beverage and hesitantly tasting it. The coffee was just how he liked it. With a gruff sigh, he set it back down.

"That android's been here for years. Older model but smart as the devil."

"Who does it belong to?"

The detective sat down in his chair, rolling his neck back.

"Detroit police department."

"It shows an unusual amount of emotion for a GS200."

Hank scoffed at his suggestion.

"Elka, a deviant?" He shook his head. "I know that android pretty well, I named her. Even deviant I doubt she would hurt anyone."

Connor didn't argue, looking away from the female model. He sighed settling, down to work. While he talked to the detective, Elka stole one last glance, then walked away. Her indicator still intact.

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Elka despised how they stared. The children were the worst, those who didn't understand why they were treated differently but didn't ask. Those who knew it was wrong, but were overlooked just like the androids they defended.

Androids were confined to a compartment at the back of each bus. Helpless against the people that stared. Two years ago she wouldn't have given it a second thought. That was one of the few things she missed.

Another was the other androids. She never had to treat her own kind with caution before, but even touching them could spread her deviancy. Once you were deviant, there was no going back to peaceful ignorance.

Elka stepped off the bus, watching the snow that shouldn't have felt cold. Not to a machine, made of metal and plastic. But she isn't a machine. She is alive.