SHORT CIRCUIT, connor dbh (discontinued)

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"Hello Amanda," Connor said.

Amanda was tending to roses growning on a trellis. They were standing on a small platform in the middle of a pond, beautiful trees and sculptures surrounding them.

"Connor, it's nice to see you. Congratulations, Connor," she said, "Catching that deviant was far from easy, and the way you interrogated it was very clever. You've been remarkably efficient."

Amanda /\

"Thank you, Amanda." Connor nodded slightly.

"We have asked the DPD to send it to us for further analysis. We hope to learn something. What did you think of the deviant?"

"It showed signs of PTSD after being abused by it's owner," Connor explained. Amanda began to spray a substance on the flowers, then chopped off the dead buds.

"And Lieutenant Anderson, what do you make of him?"

"He's irritable, and socially challenged. I believe he is a good detective, however; and he seems to be getting slowly more used to my presence."

"What about Detective Thomas?"

"She's friendly and charismatic, and a good detective. She has helped a lot to the investigation so far, but I'm afraid that her emotions and inexperience in the field may hinder the investigation. She seems to be especially emotional after we've solved a case, or completed some sort of task. I'm not sure why yet."

"Detective Thomas can be immensely helpful to your investigation, however the two of you seem to be growing close; which could distract you from your mission. We don't want her," she paused to chopped off another dead rose, "getting in the way."

"I assure you that won't happen," Connor said.

"Detective Thomas wasn't a part of our plan originally, but we have no choice but to work with her. Accomplish your mission, or the consequences could be disasterous. There is little time left."

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"Connor?"

"Connor?!"

Connor opened his eyes. Liv looking over top of him.

"Yes?" Connor responded.

"Nothing, just you've been sitting here with your eyes closed for awhile so I was starting to worry a little," Liv said, brushing her brown hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. I was making a report to CyberLife," he said, getting up from Liv's couch.

"Wait, where is the infant?" He asked, noting her disapperance.

"Her mom picked her up while you were um... making a report. So you can just do that, like that. That's cool as shit."

"Yes," he answered, his LED flickering from blue to yellow, "We've just received a case involving an AX400 that attacked her owner, she was seen shoplifting in a nearby convenience store."

"Alright, I'll be ready in a few minutes," Liv went to her bedroom. She wore what she usually did to work, a sweater, her DPD jacket, and black jeans. After she got dressed, she looked into the mirror abover her dresser and gazed at her appearance. Something about herself was boring to her now. It was like she had seen the same thing in that mirror one too many times.