And what did he really want, honestly? What was he supposed to wish, to desire? It wasn't as if he did not have what he needed, what he required to be able to live.
„I want.." Connor bit his lower lip, leaving a mark on his synthetic skin. „I want to help humanity." he spoke to Emily. „I'll do it."
Hank sighed, his hopes leaving his body. „This idiot." he said.
„Great!" Emily clapped her hands, then proceeded toward Connor, whose look showed a perplexed aspect. She placed the palms of her hands on his shoulders and reached to press a kiss on his cheek. „Thank you. I'll need you to come with me now."
Connor's eyes widened, incompetent in reasoning with what just happened. Usually, he was able to cope with a hug or a wink or a special kind of smile. But this time... a kiss. Connor felt quite flustered and powerless, how was he supposed to react to that?
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Connor coughed. „W-Where to?"
„My place." Emily rushed to grab her bag and keys, and before she knew it, she was already at the door. „I need to run some tests on you."
Connor peered at Hank who just simply shrugged.
„Connor!" she called out.
„Coming, Agent!"
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The door to her apartment, made out of oak wood and of white color led to a plain corridor. To his right, he noticed a Cronum Crassipes hanging from the ceiling. A common, small plant which blossomed once a year, for 5 months. They rely on currents to carry their seeds away to reproduce and are usually to be found growing in dark places. Just like the corridor they walked.
Connor then observed a gun, a fairly small derringer with an extraordinary model amongst people in need of an easy hide model. It was a gun for precision, light and engraved if desired. The weapon was originally designed on a test but was now used by many military forces.
„Make yourself at home." Emily threw her bag and jacket on the gray couch in the living room. „Give me ten minutes." she said before entering the bathroom. „And don't scan my apartment!"
There was not much to see around her apartment anyway, it seemed quite boring, even for him. Emily Droid was not that kind of a woman, she hardly spent time at home, always running around on her missions and doing everything she could to accomplish them. Connor had a feeling of deja vu coming from her.
„Do you have dogs?" Connor loudly asked. „I like dogs. Lieutenant Anderson has on too. His name is Sumo." he sat on the couch.
„I don't." she replied from the bathroom whose door was slightly cracked. Emily however, did not notice, Connor did. „I wouldn't be able to take care of an animal."
Connor quickly moved his gaze away from the door. „Oh.." he replied, but then unconsciously turned his head toward the door again. Emily was ready to shower, that was for sure. And he was completely curious. But then he looked away. But no, he still wanted to see. So he peeked again. No, Connor, stop! But he was curious. But it wasn't right!
Connor!, he thought, bullying himself out of the staring contest he was developing with the bathroom. Stop! You know the anatomy of a human being. There is no need for you to analyze.
And so he tried to think about something else while Emily took the shower, but was completely thrown off the bridge when she exited with just a towel wrapped around her body. Connor gasped, his eyes going wide.
„I'd offer you a glass of wine." she went to the kitchen counter to grab a bottle and a crystal glass. „But..."
„No, that it's alright." he shifted his eyes away from her body. What was going ON with him? „What did you want to test on me, Agent?"
„Hm?" Emily took a sip. „Oh, don't worry. There is still time and I had a hard day."
„I understand." he plastered a dumb smile on his face, then continued by staring at the walls and ceiling. Minutes of silence passed, making it really awkward between them to act normally.
„Can I ask you a personal question, Connor?" Emily broke the silence. Connor laughed silently.
„Of course." he replied.
„Have you ever had sex?" she directly asked.
Awkward question, even for a Deviant.
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Tender Killer: DETROIT BECOME HUMAN |Choose YOUR Ending|
Science FictionThe year 2038. The life of humans changed when Androids became a part of the society we live in. This is a Fanfiction written after the amazing game Detroit-Become human. In my story: Connor and Hank became friends; Markus and North lived; Connor i...