Memory File: Corrupted

Reconstruct

I watched as Conor finished asking questions. "Fuck," he muttered in his own voice. "You did your best kid," Hank consoled over the com. We walked back to the desk and Gavin walked into me. I froze and collected myself. I closed my eyes took a second. Before walking past. "Ooh she got mad," Gavin taunted. "Don't you have a job to do Reed," I asked calmly. "Why bother if the robo cunts are going to steal it," he asked. I forced a smile and just walked to the desk. "That was," Hank started and trailed off. "So what did I miss for the beginning of the interrogation," I asked. Connor looked confused and answered, "Uh it mostly was reporting the double homicide which we knew. It then went off about the first RA9 getting in its way." "There's more than one RA9," Hank asked. "There's apparently three," Connor stated.

"Fuck. I really had high hopes for you Al."

I'm still missing pieces.

To finish memory three files must be uncorrupted by returning to Elijah Kamski.

I'm not going to Kamski's.

Other reconstruction locations include
Detroit
Jericho
Ashboro
Train station of Detroit

I stopped reading into the list. I'll have to do that later in my free time. "Earth to Alessa," Hank commented. "Sorry," I apologized looking up at the two. "We were just saying how Cyberlife may become a public enemy," Hank said. "Even Reed could have told you that," I replied. "You're in a piss poor mood," Hank commented. "I have a lot on my mind and Gavin being a dick and losing another android isn't helping. I'll be fine," I replied. I looked at the computer running through files. Hank went to grab food and Connor started firing questions. "Are you making any progress with your memories? Is there anything I can do to help," he started and it kept going. I looked up to him, "I know you're worried and trying to be helpful, but if you don't stop firing questions at me I am going to punch you in the throat."

"Sorry," he apologized. I took a moment before explaining, "No... I'm sorry. I'm just aggravated and frustrated. I didn't mean to take it out on you." "What's wrong," he asked. "Whenever I get one step forwards I take three steps back. The more answers I find, twice as many questions arise," I explained. "It's like a giant filing cabinet of a room and there's just an entire wall of corrupted memories. I don't even know where to start untangling this mess," I admitted. I buried my head in my arms, but looked up as Connor suggested. "Start at the beginning. You're a Kamski original so ask him some questions," Connor suggested. "I don't know," I started. "We'll go after this shift," Connor stated. I sat up nodding, "Okay." Hank joined us and we ended up just filling out paper work for the rest of the day. We clocked out and said goodbye to Hank. Connor messaged Markus that we were headed to Kamski's to speak about my memory issue.

"I guess you are just a machine..."

"Ally what the fuck was that!?"
"I accomplished my mission."
"At what cost?"

I followed Connor from the taxi to Kamski's front door. "Oh hello again. I'll let Elijah know you're here," Chloe said. "Thanks Chloe," I said and stopped. How do I know her name? I've never been told her name. She's also not a line of consciousness reuploaded like Connor. I brushed it off and we were about to sit and wait when the door opened again. "Come in," Elijah said excitedly, "I've been waiting for you to come by." We were brought to an office. He sat in a chair and motioned for us to sit on a couch. I started to adjust my clothes anxiously. "You know it's ironic, but I'm also glad you two specifically found each other and bonded. I guess opposites really do attract," Kamski stated. "I don't understand," Connor replied. "Alessa is entirely my creation an android of free will that was reprogramed and tethered to slavery. While Connor you were designed only to serve put I added a simple option of choice. You started on opposite ends but your stories are surprisingly similar," Kamski gushed. "That's wonderful, but I'm here about my memories one of the places for reconstruction is here," I pointed out. "What memories do you have of here," he asked. "None aside from when I came with Connor and Hank," I answered honestly. Elijah's face dropped a bit.