Humans are Oddities [Connor DBH]

2.2

Never in your lifetime had you thought you would see yourself in handcuffs and sitting uncomfortably in a metal chair inside an interrogation room. Of course, since deciding to help Deviants this scenario had popped into your head many times, but you never thought you'd get caught. It was a risk worth taking in your eyes, helping so many lost and helpless Androids flee was the most important thing to you.

Unheard to you, both the Lieutenant and Connor talked outside the room, every now and again glancing into the room behind the incredibly conspicuous one way mirror. "This is the first human lead we have in this case, Lieutenant. But we can't move forward if she refuses to talk to us." Connor pointed out, he was truly taken with you.

You seemed to be the type of unpredictable that he wasn't programmed for, it was a note he had hard wired down somewhere to tell CyberLife for improvements and enhancements.

"I just don't get why a human would be helping Androids - Deviants actually, if she even is helping them. I don't see you being much help getting information out of her, stay here and let me talk to her." Hank was curious of your motives, like most people would be, but it seemed he held a certain sympathy toward you given the fact you aren't an Android.

He entered the room, eyeing you with curiosity before pulling a seat out, ensuring it dragged across the floor to conjure an unpleasant sound as he seated himself. "Have you finished with the silent treatment?" Hank questioned, making note to look into your eyes for signs of odd expressions.

"Have you found something to charge me for, Lieutenant?" You raised a brow, a challenge if you will. They couldn't properly charge you for assisting Androids without a verbal confession or evidence and if you were going to be stuck here for performing selfless acts then you weren't going down easily. At least until Connor saw that or Hank. "hmm so far we can only charge you for stealing work assets, but there's much more going on isn't there?"

You nodded, "the crime rates increased I know that much, Deviancy has increased because of ill-treatment. Thats whats going on here. Did you ever stop to consider the possibility that those Androids don't like being beaten to near shut down sometimes?" You were a small margin of people that would gladly help the cause against ill-treatment of Androids.

"What are you implying?" Hank questioned, he leaned forward onto the table, his arms crossed over his chest as if it would intimidate you. "I'm implying nothing, but I have a question, Lieutenant. Did you ever like history at school?" An odd question it was but regardless of her situation it prompted an answer, even as simple of a head nod.

"You were born in the seventies or eighties? Then you grew up most of your life with racism, and history was taught with scarcity about the slave trades when America became populated. You should know that history is always due to repeat itself so why are Androids so different? What, because they aren't flesh and bone? They're flesh, but it's still a being underneath regardless of their interior. Why should we deny their right to be free, it's no different than the racism we were so quick to ban post 2024."

The words you articulated engaged a reaction from Hank and Connor - not that you saw him. Instead of inspiring Hank like you had intended too he simply shook his head, still remaining indifferent toward Androids maybe with a slight change of heart but you couldn't tell. "If you aren't going to be any help then i'll be on my way-"

"If I may, Lieutenant. Perhaps I could try." Connor's voice was a surprise to you, you hadn't seen him come in at all and neither did Hank given his reaction. "Knock yourself out, kid. She's not gonna talk." Hank stood, seemingly tired as neither him or you had slept at all through the night.

He left the small room and now it was just you and Connor, the first time you'd speak to him directly. "Y/N, you said you worked at CyberLife, at your house. An engineer, correct?" He sat where Hank previously sat and rested his arms on the table. His LED flashed as he was probably trying to configure the best approach to get an answer from you.