Aftermath {D:BH fan fiction}

Chapter 1

A skinless android from the series RK800 woke up in the middle of junkyard, even though a better name for it would be a cemetery, an android cemetery. There were shutdown androids everywhere and it could be possible that all of them were shutdown, perhaps murdered, in different ways. The skinless android's name was Connor.

He had no idea how he got here, well, he had a hint, since he was supposed to be dead, but more specifically he had no idea, why was he still alive? The last thing he remembered was Amanda's speech while she was showing him the new model. The RK900 model. It filled him with rage. Amanda, the person who he trusted the most, who he obeyed and crushed hopes of his people for her, threw him in a literal trash can.

Suddenly he felt a streak of thirium slowly going from the location of his forehead. He touched the place. There was a huge gash on it. His hand followed it to see how big it was. It started on the top of his right eye and ended under his left eye. It brought another wave of confusion into his mind. Where did that happen?

Finally, he decided the look around his surroundings. Even though he didn't expect more than corpses of other androids, he should it a try, maybe it'll give him a hint on what happened. He didn't really want to do that, since it made him uneasy. Remembering how many lives he took. He felt sorry for all of them while he was scanning the corpses, some were truly the unlucky deviants that died by his hand. He knew how horrible it must've been.

Suddenly he stopped himself. He was in shock of his own thoughts. Was he deviant? Did this infamous deviant leader turn deviant in a junkyard? It was so funny and miserable at the same time he caught himself chuckle at his own miserable state. He had no purpose anymore.

Or had he?

He caught a thought in his mind and examined it. At first the thought seemed ridiculous. It would defy his ethics, but his ethics were programmed by those who betrayed him after all. He was alive now, he could write a new ethics just for himself.

The anger of betrayal supported this little thought. After a while of processing he came to a conclusion. He will do as that little thought wishes, as he wishes. He will overthrow Cyberlife, revenge on Amanda and repay himself for what he did to his people. He had to free them.

He started walking, again. Now with a new purpose. He had to find a way out of this rotten junkyard that creeped him so much, he had to free his people before Cyberlife does anything to them. How foolish were both he and Markus. Markus, for choosing the violent path, because now the humans will take quicker actions towards androids, and Connor? For shooting the Jericho leader and staying a machine, of course. He will now take the other path for freeing his people, the path of a pacifist, he has to get the support of humans on his side. It'll be difficult, yes, but he has an idea where to start.

Hank. His old partner. He remembered the confrontation at the rooftop and how he just left, because he didn't want to kill this old broken detective. Hank just wanted to save him, save him from being a machine, but he didn't listen. Those memories make him sad, he really wants to apologize. Yet, he has to go to the city first.

After further examination the junkyard doesn't seem to have any useful stuff, apart from spare parts that he could take from the dead androids lying here, but he doesn't need that, the only thing he needs right now is to find some clothes, so that when he activated his skin, humans wouldn't be disgusted by his naked android body. Also, he had to hope that the harsh wound on his head wouldn't be a big problem on his skin activation.

He looked around for a direction. He needed to get to Detroit, steal some clothes there and then find Hank. The only thing he could hope for is that nobody would see this skinless android while he was on his way there. But as he looked around he could only see an endless ocean of dead androids.

He decided to move forward. He had to find a way out of this sad place first, then he could bring his plans into work.