As expected, he wasn't here when I woke up. Sitting up, my body missed his presence. Missing his arms holding me and assuring it was going to be alright. It was cold, despite the heater being on.
I mean it's obvious he didn't want to be near me after what I had just pulled. I felt disgusting, my pants felt overwhelmingly sticky while my one and only shirt stuck to my body.
Honestly, my condition was tiresome. Sumo wasn't in sight either, I think he left as well. A dog disgusted with an android, That's new. I looked around the house, still the same. Empty bottles of wine and alcohol littered the ground with a few cans of cheap beer, magazines of women were piled up in the corner of the living room. Trash was also piled in its bin.
It was quiet, I was alone. Hanks room was empty, his door slightly ajar but his presence was not detected. The bathroom: at the end of the hall, the light were on, it's bulb flickered. The kitchen was still a mess as usual.
A small snicker seemed to have escaped my throat. Of course, he wouldn't want to stay in the room with a disgusting android, I was meant for capturing deviants, I've been failing my missions lately, I've been stalling. My grip tightened on the pillow that was placed in front of me.
Software instability
Warning: your systems instability has been drastically decreasing over the past few months. Reports have been made and authorities have been notified.
Warning: emotional attachment is not prohibited
Warning: voice box malfunction has been detected.
Warning: emotional attachment is not prohibited.
I dismissed these errors and got up from the couch, I should find something to wear. Something to get out of these unclean clothes, despite them being my only pair, figure I can just borrow a pair from hank. His size is too big for me and his shirt on my body will cover it all.
Maybe I should clean the house as well. I decided while my clothes were getting cleaned and I had found a suitable shirt, I would clean the house.
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I'm human (completed)
FanfictionConnor, a detective prototype android develops feelings for his depressed, and old partner, hank. Even though clearly an Android cannot feel emotion or anything of the matter, except those who are labeled as deviants. How will he accept this? This...
