Fragile Machines (Connor x Reader)《Detroit: Become Human》

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  Sometimes I wonder if this story makes any sense.

Anywaaaaaaays

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  We were now at the station. Hank was asking the android some questions which he didn't answer. He didn't let out a sound since we caught him... He must be frightened.

  Hank then comes out of the interrogation room. "We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine, we're getting nothing out of it." " 'Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human." Gasshol- I mean Gavin says. "Yeah, exactly, he's NOT human, so he does NOT feel pain, genius!" I say. "Then why are you treating it as one?" Because if I were to pull his pants down I would see a dick, unlike your case...(yes I design their genitals too, and guess whos I designed sliiightly bigger than the rest *wink wink*) "Because <IT> deserves some respect! The androids were created just so that some pricks don't have to worry about chores anymore and can stay more with their heads up their ass and forget what humanity is! By pricks I mean people like that android's owner. Did you see the bruises on his arms? I don't think he did that himself." I say going in the direction of the interrogation room. "What are you doing, (y/n)?" Hank asks. "I'm gonna confort him."

  As I enter the room, the android looks up at me, and then down again. I sit down and take his hands in mine. "Hey, it's gonna be okay, we just want you to answer some questions. Can you do that?" I say with the softest voice I could possibly pull. Nothing. "My name is (y/n). What's yours? Still nothing. "I noticed the bruises on your arms. Your owner made them, didn't he?" He flinched slightly at the mention of his owner. "I take that as a yes... I'm sorry." I say "No, you're not." He finally said something. "Why would you thi-" "Why wouldn't you just leave me there?" He pulls his hands away from mine, as much as the handcuffs let him. "You know we couldn't. You murdered a man after all." "I WAS JUST DEFENDING MYSELF!" He starts shaking at this point and I try grabbing his hands again. "All right, I understand. You need to calm down. But why don't you tell me what happened so I can help you?" "They'll shut me down... I don't wanna die!" He looked straight into my eyes and I could see so many emotions, I've never thought that I could see so many just in some plastic eyes. Maybe androids are more human that humans themselves.
"Help me, rA9! Help me, rA9!" He kept whispering with his eyes clenched shut.
Connor told me that he found some kind of religious offering in the bathroom, and "rA9" scribbled all over the walls. May androids have religious beliefs? "The sculpture in the bathroom. Was it an offering for maybe a God?" I say cautiously.

  Then the door openes and I look to see Connor entering the room. He motions for me to come over and I stand up and go over to him. "I understand that you are trying to keep its stress level down but you need to rise it up for an actual confession. Or I can access it's memory if necessary." He whispers. "No, I'll do it." "All right, I will notify you when it's stress level is optimal." I sit down again and Connor goes to the corner of the room behind the android.

  "The truth is inside." The android says after a long silence. "What?" Aaaaaaand silence again. I open the folder on the table to see photos of the stabbed victim. "So, what about your owner? Carlos Ortiz?" I look at Connor and he nods his head. I take that as a "go on". "You stabbed him 28 times. Do you think what you did was right?" I look again at Connor and he points his finger up. "You didn't want to leave him a chance, huh?" I say rising my voice a little. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!

  "We just need you to confess, is it that hard?" Nothing.

  "It's all right, Detective (L/n), I'll take it fro-" "He tortured me every day..." The android said. Connor and I turned our full attention to him. "I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong..." He's confessing! "Then one day... He took a bat and started hitting me... For the first time I felt..
Scared... Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die... So I... grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the stomach... I felt better... so I stabbed him again, and again! Until he collapsed. There was blood everywhere." I knew his owner was abusing him.

  "Why did you write "I AM ALIVE" on the wall?" Connor asks. "He used to tell me I was nothing... That I was just a piece of plastic... I had to write it... To tell him he was wrong."

  "rA9... It was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean?" Connor asked. "The day shall come, when we will no longer be slaves. No more threats, no more humiliation. WE will be... the masters."

  "Was the sculpture in the bathroom an offering to rA9, maybe?" "Only rA9 can save us."

  "Who is rA9? Connor asks, raising his voice. The android is shaking uncontrollably at this point. "Connor, we got what we wanted, I think we should leave him alone." I say. "Okay, you're right."

  I stand up from the chair and follow Connor to the door, but hear noises behind me. We turn around to see the android banging his head on the table. He is self destructing.

  I rush to him and try grabbing him by the shoulders, but it's no use. "Somebody, do something! Hank?" I scream. "Stop it goddamnit!" Gavin yells at Chris, an officer. Chris repeats my actions to get the same result. "I... I-I can't... I can't stop it!" He stumbles.

  "Unlock him!" I say. Chris does as told, but the android grabs his gun and shots himself in the head. "NO!" I holler, but that won't change anything. "N-no. Nonononono." I mutter kneeling down next to him. Tears start taking over my eyes as I look to the android's now closed eyes, that not so long ago held so many emotions that you could mistake him for an actual human, even with the LED on the side of his head.

  "I... I c-could've done something. I chose the wrong aproach..." Connor and Hank come over to me, grabbing an arm each and lifting me up, heading out of the interrogation room. "It's not your fault, kid." Hank tells me. "My statistics say that your approach was 97.53% successful. That's why we got the confession, after all. It was the android's decision to self-destruct. Its stress level wasn't high enough for its program to proceed self-destruction. You have nothing to do with it, Detective." Connor says with a shooting voice.

    ~~~Time skipperino to when you finish reporting all that happened and all that other police shit brought to you by Bryan's crab suit because it's so fucking brilliant~~~

  "So what do you do after work?" I ask Connor as we finally exit trough the station's doors. "I go to the CyberLife tower or stay at the station. Today I think I'll go to the CyberLife tower." He answers. "Isn't that boring?" I ask. "It's not in my program to feel boredom." "Oh... right."

  Suddenly, a great idea popps into my head: "Hey, maybe you can come over to my place, if whatever you do at CyberLife isn't more important, of course." "That is actually a good idea. Knowing each other better will have good impact on our investigation." "Yeah, right! So... um... Come on!" I say heading to my car, motioning for Connor to follow me.

  The truth is inside... What does that mean?

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  Ayyyyyy guess who's getting some Connor action in the next chapter? (Not that kind of action)