SHORT CIRCUIT, connor dbh (discontinued)

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Connor walked into the staff kitchen, a dark look on his face. He was determined to find the deviant among the three, and he knew the only way to do that was to stress them out. He couldn't show any emotion at all if he wanted to see a reaction in one of them. The three identical androids stood completely still with their hands behind their backs. He took a moment to look over at each one.

"State your model." Connor told the android to his right.

"Model GB300. Serial number 336 445 581," the android stated uniformly. Connor looked over to the andriod in the middle.

"What is your function?"

"I'm a broadcast operator," he said, displaying no reaction.

"Has anyone accessed your memory recently?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"We're you present when the deviants broke in?"

"I do not remember."

"Run a diagnostic."

"All systems fully operational."

Connor stopped questioning the middle android, and began to talk to all three, sneering at them, "One of you saw the attack on the cameras and said nothing. Which means there is a deviant in this room, and I'm going to find out which it is. Why should all of you be destroyed when only one is deviant? Turn yourself in or two innocent androids will be shut down because of you."

He saw no reaction from any of them, so he turned to the android to his left and threatened him. He got in his face and raised his voice.

"You're going to be switched off. We're going to search your memory and tear you apart piece by piece for analysis! You're going to be destroyed, do you hear me?" Connor got closer to his face and yelled into the android's ear, "Destroyed!"

There was still no reaction coming from him. He turned back to the android on the right.

"If you give yourself up, maybe I can convince the humans not to destroy you."

No reaction. He walked up to the middle android again. Connor ripped the android's shirt open, removing a biocomponet from his chest. The android's eyelids started to blink rapidly. He held up the essential component.

"Biocomponet 8451; regulates the heartbeat. Without this module, you'll shut down in exactly sixty-three seconds. I could put it back, but you just have to tell me the truth. Are you the deviant?"

Still no reaction. Connor put the biocomponet back in the android. When he did, he noticed the android to his left look over at him. He quickly faced forward again. Connor walked over to him.

Connor pulled on to the android's shirt, pulling him towards him. He got into his face so close that their noses were nearly touching.

"You scumbag!" Connor spat, "I know it's you! You're just a fucking deviant. Go on, admit it!"

He gave no reaction and said nothing. Connor let go of his shirt pushing him away from him. Realizing he wouldn't get anything out of him, he reached out for his arm to probe his memory. Before he could search his memories, the android pushed Connor against the counters. He ripped open Connor's shirt and tore out the module that regulates his heart, just as he did to the other android. He threw the biocomponet across the room. Connor grunted in pain, and the android grabbed the knife that was laying on the table next to them.

The android stabbed Connor's hand, pinning him to the counter when the knife was completely through his hand. The deviant stared at Connor, staring at what he did. He covered in his own blue blood. The deviant left the room, running towards the exit.

"Liv... Hank... I need help," Connor tried to yell but was too weak to do so. His voice was raspy as he called for his partners.

-00:01:17 until shutdown

Connor kicked over the chair next to him, hoping to create enough noise to get someone's attention. No one came. He reached over to the knife in his other hand, pulling it out of his hand. Without the knife holding him to the counter, his body fell to the floor.  He crawled to where the deviant had thrown his biocomponet. Once he had ahold of it, he pushed it back into his chest. He gasped, and then got up to chase after the deviant. He reached the hallway that they had first entered from the elevator.

"It's a deviant, stop it!"

The deviant took a large automatic gun from one of the guards, rapidly firing off the gun, swinging it side to side. He was aiming at no one in particular. Connor was standing next to Chris, and then took his gun, putting three bullet holes into his head.

During the shooting, Liv had ran to Hank and pushed the two of them down as bullets flew through the air. A couple officers were shot in the arm, but it wasn't life threatening. When it was clear that the gun fire had stopped, Hank got up from the floor and Liv did too.

But when she stood up, an excruciating pain came from her abdomen. Quickly, she fell back down again, but managed to push herself up and lean against the wall. Looking down, she saw that her light blue shirt had turned dark red.

"Hang on, kid. You're gonna be okay," Hank said as he kneeled down next to, but the way he said it wasn't convincing. She kept looking down at the blood pool grow around her body. Her terrified eyes looked up to Hank.

"Just keep looking at me, kid. You're going to be okay." Hank repeated.

She felt hands putting pressure on her wounds. Connor was beside her now as well, trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible.

She looked down at his hands, seeing the stab wound the deviant had given him. Soon, it was covered in her blood. The sight made her panic.

"What happened to your hand?" she asked him.

"It doesn't matter, I'll be okay. You'll be okay."

Suddenly, everything felt more real. The pain became greater. Her vision became hazy, but she could still see the worried expressions on her partners' faces. Her body began to tremble as she felt her control over her body diminish. The last thing she thought to do was wrap her hand on top of Connor's. She looked back down at the two bullet holes in her torso, and looked at Connor with giant, terrified eyes.

Chance of survival: 11%

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" she muttered.

"No, you're not. I promise," Connor said, but he was lying. He could see her chance of survival slowly decrease, but he had to give her some hope. He had to have hope.

"Just stay calm, Liv. Chris called an ambulance, they'll be here any second. I'm not going to leave your side, but I need you to try to stay calm or you'll go into shock. Just keep looking at me," Connor said, pushing harder on to her abdomen. She complied, staring at him until her eyes felt heavy and her eyelids began to close. The medics arrived and Hank and Connor were quickly pushed out of the way so that they could get to her.

"Can you tell me your name?" the female medic asked. Liv couldn't answer, and the medic shined a flashlight into her eyes that were quickly falling.

"She's unresponsive. We need to get her on the stetcher now," she said to her partner, who helped her lift Liv on to the bed and ran her into the elevator. Connor tried to go with them, but they made him stay out. He went to the stairs, running down the steps. 79 flights of stairs later, he had reached the bottom just as they had.

The medics allowed him to accompany her to the hospital in the ambulance, mainly because they would need an extra set of hands. They asked him to do the same thing had been, putting pressure on the bullet wounds to help with the bleeding. The woman was taking her vitals, while the male medic was calling the hospital to tell them they were on their way, along with information about her that Connor told them. Liv's heart rate monitor began to beep as Connor seen it slow down, and turn into just a straight line.

Connor removed his hands from her as the medics tried to bring her back. The long, constant noise of the heart monitor was haunting his thoughts as it didn't stop. The medics continued shocking her, trying to bring her back.