The year 2038. The life of humans changed when Androids became a part of the society we live in.
This is a Fanfiction written after the amazing game Detroit-Become human.
In my story: Connor and Hank became friends; Markus and North lived; Connor i...
Please Read: At the end of this chapter you will be given 2 choices which will determine the ending of the book. There will be [ X ] which will correspond with Chapter 10 A, and [ O ] which will correspond with Chapter 10 B. Both Chapters 10 will be published at the same time. Chapter 10 has not yet been written. But I do hope you'll like it. Oh, please comment down below your choices. I'm dying to know what you'll choose.
"Have you lost your mind?" Hank smashed angrily his fists onto the desk. "You could've killed him! And don't think I wouldn't have held you responsible." he continued, stabbing Emily with looks of disappointment.
"Hank, it wasn't her fault." Connor interrupted taking a step between the two. He closed his eyes for a second, inhaling. "On the good side, it worked. Now, there's only one thing we should worry about. Catching the killer." Connor moved toward a board that showed Detroit's map. Multiple places were circled with red, some of them were then crossed with an X, others with a question mark. "I have a reason to think he is following a pattern. First off, we have the Mary Cemetery," he took the red marker. "then Sherwood Street," Connor connected them through a line. "E Davison Street, just below Hoover Products. Then French Road, Forest Lawn Cemetery and lastly Charles Street. Which means..." Connor linked the crime places, revealing the main point between them. "The crossroad between Helen Street and 6 Mile Road."
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"How can you be sure?" Hank crossed his arms. He raised one eyebrow at the image before him.
"It's a probability of 73% that that's where he'll be." Connor responded. "It's a 'take it or leave it'."
"I'm going to take it." Emily came to their side. "Let's get this done, boys."
Later that day, when the sun was starting to lose its power to shine, Connor, Emily and Hank gathered to discuss further information on the plan. They had decided it was better for Agent Droid to stay behind and alarm if anything happened, which concerned her from every angle. And then they conferred about the strategy, any other ideas emerging to be defunct at that point in time. They instilled on the functionality of their system.
Connor stepped away from the conference room, gathering his thoughts. He was anxious about a debacle, but at the same time, he was not to fail this mission. Not when so many lives were at risk. Connor was afraid, now that he had become a Deviant. And it wasn't the unpleasant feeling that was bothering him most, it was the fact that he was not sure how feelings worked. Feelings were an absolute challenge that faced him constantly, especially when on duty, and they were something that also threatened his logical conclusions. Logic and Feelings don't go well together.
In the corner of his eye, he noticed Hank approach.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" Hank asked.
"Not sure. I have this...irksome feeling inside my chest." Connor looked at the old man who chuckled.
