Aug 14th 2038.
6 Am.
I have a headache, I have not slept, my insomnia is worse than before, sometimes I can not sleep for two days, and these damn pills are useless except to put me in an almost vegetative state.
I get up from the couch and drag myself to the bathroom, I look in the mirror, see if I'm operational or not for the day.-"Oh fuck, it scares me to see my face. I look like shit."Saying with my broken voice.
I put some water on my face. My eyes are really scary. "I look like a fucking zombie."
I take a shower and go to the kitchen. I'm not hungry this morning, I'll eat something at work, well, if I can get there already.
8 AM.
The beautiful tower of Cyberlife, the place where I work obviously.
For short, my job is to make sure that the androids that we send on the ground adapts perfectly to their environment and if they do a good job, of course, they can report via their programs, but Cyberlife puts a certain importance to obtain a human point of view. I worked on a lot of androids, in five years, I worked on more than a dozen models. And I also have to report to Cyberlife.
And I'm pretty proud of it.
-"HEY AMAL!!"
-"Huh?" I turn around to see one of my colleagues who is signaling me to come closer.
-"Are you aware that you are going to have to take care of the latest model ?
-"Are you kidding? I did not even know it." I said sarcastically. "Of course I know, you fool !"
-" Hey, calm down, I did not say anything bad."
-"I know, it's only I hate Mondays."
-"It's mostly in parts because of your insomnia too." He said with a mocking tone.
I give him a cold look, so cold that it takes away his silly smile.
-"I think I'll go then, see you later Amal." He says going to the administrative offices.
-"Yeah that's it, see you later." As I walked to the elevator "Asshole."
I enter the elevator, I have to go to assembly level.
-*Please indicate your identity and destination*
-" Amal Myers, level -23".
-*Voice recognition validated*
I get out of the elevator and go to my assembly station, there is not much work in fact, I take my tablet to learn more about the new android model that I will have to monitor.
Prototype RK800 Connor model, Android detective, equipped with the best technology of Cyberlife, able to analyze the evidence of crime scenes in real time, combat ability , handling weapons, Adapting within a group, suspect interrogation ... Blah, blah, blah, blah....
I yawned, it looks so interesting. I feel like I'm going to get bored with this one.
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Detroit Become Human: Connor x OC
FanfictionWhat if all I thought about androids was wrong? Maybe they are not just pieces of plastic? Maybe they are more than what they were meant for, it's both scary and interesting. My name is Amal Myers, I am an agent of Cyberlife, my job? assured me that...