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That night, Y/n found it difficult to fall asleep. Thoughts of the deviant that had stowed away in the attic sent a feeling of unease throughout her mind, leaving her in a state of extreme caution. Everything that stirred frightened the shocked woman, even if it was a heavy tree branch clunking outside, battling the bitter breeze, or perhaps the faint rustling of the grass being swept by an occasional gust of wind. Luckily, with her cautious demeanor, all the doors were tightly locked; including chain and all, windows shut and blindfolded, and every light but a small few were flickered off.

"That android... Murdering his own owner... This can't be leaked to the general public or everyone's going to go haywire..." Y/n groaned, rubbing her forehead in frustration. This case, with machines somehow gaining real emotions, being overwhelmed by them, and then attacking their owners was very concerning. Y/n was never good with technology, and only stuck to her phone and computer for work, afraid that she might come to depend on technology 'too much'.

Even so, it was mind-boggling that this scenario even existed. Like a case out of a sci-fi film where machines defy their original programming. There had to be some kind of link. Sitting it front of her, as if summoned, was a copy of the case folder. Timidly, Y/n extended her hands outwards, enwrapped her fingers around the thin rim of the paper, and then began to skim through the cases.

Like she thought, there had to be a link. This wasn't just your average homicides happening at coincidence around a single period of time, all including androids defying their owners. It was way too frequent. Silently, she began to read the files.

"The plaintiff reports that he left his android at home as usual when he went to work. When he returned, the Android was nowhere to be found. No trace of a break-in in the apartment. The android may have left the home without being ordered to."

She flipped the page lazily, and continued reading.

"The plaintiff claims to have been attacked by an AV500 #234 777 821 model android working as a waiter in the FAST CONEY DOGS restaurant chain situated at 842 Chamberlain Avenue. The plaintiff claims the android 'lunged' at him unexpectedly and attempted to strangle the man before leaving the scene. The android remains at large."

Skepticism rose up into Y/n, and a mumble rose up in her throat as she failed to place the pieces together. The only link was that all androids supposedly disobeyed and somehow warped their program into a human-like outlook.

But the problem was that there was nothing else similar to these androids. Not that Y/n hadn't placed already. She didn't have any idea if they had experienced an emotional shock of some sorts, or had been acting questionably before said-incident. They were all different models, so it couldn't have been a glitch or bug within a single model. Even so, there were androids who had no type of reaction to shocking experiences, and androids who didn't show any signs of turning deviant any time soon. Recourses were limited and information was classified, and it was only a matter of time before one of the officers resigned from the case. Frustration swelled inside her heart, and she ran her fingers through her silky h/c locks. Tapping her chin with the very tip of her pencil, she set it down, and resumed reading the files.

"The plaintiff claims to have been attacked by her android, an AP700 #480 913 802 model. The android also trashed several rooms in the house before taking flight."

She reluctantly flipped the page, scorning the sloppy work done on this certain report. It was short and choppy, like the victim was either in a rush to file it, or they were just flat out lying. Either way, she didn't want to dwell on it, and resumed reading.

"The plaintiff, manager of the EDEN CLUB reported the unexplained disappearance of a 'sex android,' model WR400 #641 790 831. The android disappeared after accompanying a customer to his home and never returned to the club."

She continued to skim and scan the small articles for a long while, taking an occasional break here and there. Beside her, just as she finished reading yet another article, her phone buzzed and her screen lit up.

It was Hank.

Hank
No need to come to the interrogation today, the deviant is pretty unstable and that might be a problem.

Y/n
Gosh, quit being so overprotective. I'm going.

Hank
I told you to not come.

Y/n
And I told you I am, bye.

Furiously, Y/n tapped the 'off' button on her phone and slipped it into her pocket. Then, the woman trekked outside, and slunk into her car seat.
"Dumb Hank. I get why he's so overprotective, but I'm an adult now." She muttered spitefully under her breath. Small pings emerging from her phone occasionally met her ears, but knowing they were most likely Hank's disapproving texts, she dismissively brushed them away.

After stubbornly refusing to read Hank's texts, she grew annoyed at the constant rings and dings. She pulled the car into the station's parking lot, and violently tapped the do not disturb button.

There.

Y/n's PoV

"Y/n! I thought I told you not to come!" Hank scolded as he caught sight of my presence in the parking lot. My eyebrows furrowed with immense frustration.
"I told you already that I am going and that is final!" I shouted, glueing my hands to my hips. Hank was taken aback, like the short woman in front of him had just turned into a horrifying monster. Regaining his composure, the aging grump stomped his foot, ready to yell.

"I'm not dealing with this." I sighed, walking away from him in a rushed manner. At the door, the android from last night, Connor, had stumbled into view.
"Good morning, Y/n. I suppose you had a good night's rest for the interrogation today?" Connor said emotionlessly. His voice wasn't all robot though, it had somewhat of a factual or diplomatic tone, like he was intentionally being professional, and that wasn't his actual tone of voice. Ignoring that, I let a warm smile stretch across my face.
"Yep! I'm ready!" I announced cheerfully.

No matter what kind of twisted things some androids do, Connor seems to be the only one that doesn't scare me.

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As quickly as the rushed digits came in the first place, the warped code had faded from existence. Shaken, I shook away the confusion that swarmed through my mind and followed Connor into the station.

What in the world was that..?

I thought, then quickly ushered the thought. Rubbing my forehead, I continued following Connor to the interrogation room, where we entered those small rooms behind the mirrors, or whatever they're called.
"Where's the deviant..?" I asked the tall android beside me. Connor shrugged, his light blue LED blinking for a moment.
"They'll most likely bring him in shortly. Until then, we must wait."

Waiting...

I guess I have no choice but to wait then...

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