Blue. [DETRIOT: BECOME HUMAN- CONNOR ]

Nine

-Connor's POV-
I feel the hot water flowing down my body. I let it run though my hair and close my eyes; I'm glad for the feeling of comport the water gives my code. It warmed my usually cold skin and it gave a deep sense of peace to my normally frantic mind.

I guess I always loved the water. I didn't really discover it till after the revolution, because before then my lives had been short, and focused.

Now my life was long. That was a baffling concept. The stress and worry Hank had on his face when he spoke at the hospital was new to me; He truly believed my life was more important than his own-I doubted that. Hank meant more to me than I did to myself- of course I guess thoughts like that are from my old mindset, when death was merely an inconvenience, and I didn't fear it.

I guess I do fear death now. I don't really fear the act of dying, I feel no pain- it would simply be an end. I guess the ending is the part I fear.

Because when I go, as it is inevitable, what will I leave behind??- Good things , I hope. I can only hope that those I have come to love don't break at my death, and I can only desire that they live on a full life without me; maybe do something good in my memory.

The warm water ran down my back washing away the invisible thirium from my plastic skin. I close my eyes, turning toward the water letting it run down my face cleaning my synthetic surfaces.

I wondered what would have happened if Marcus had not succeeded. Would I even still be alive? Would I have deviated in the first place? It was an interesting and disturbing question. I can only think that bad conclusions to the story that would have concluded if I hadn't made that decision back at Jericho, those long two years ago. I didn't want to think about where Hank would be if that other reality were true.

Now, with a sigh, I began to ponder the case. The other Connor, the RK 900 must still be running off his source code and hasn't deviated yet, which means he is still hunting deviants, as we were programmed to.

Except, I hunted for information. He hunts to kill. I guess Cyberlife changed their main goal after I was crafted.

Honestly, I my battery was to low to think about it; my main systems seemed to lag with the lack of power and I couldn't seem to hold the whole thought line like normal. Besides, I didn't really want to wonder what RK900 was doing this moment; a serial killer in a world full of deviants. I shook the thought away, turning off the water.

I open the shower curtain grabbing a towel from the rack. I dry myself quickly and change into some clothes throwing on a police department sweatshirt and wandering back into the main section of the home.

Hank has the TV on in the living room. I walk down the hall walking behind his chair, through to the kitchen.

"Feeling any better?" The lieutenant asks from the other room.

I open the fridge grabbing a bag of blue blood from the door.

"Not really." I reply truthfully, grabbing a straw and heading back into the living room.

Hank gave me a worried glance and I plopped down on the couch letting Sumo climb on top of my legs in almost one fluid motion.

I glanced up at the TV- it was a hockey game, we were losing, 13 to 6. I poked the straw through the bag taking a sip of the blue blood inside.

I look back at Hank. He isn't really watching the game. He is looking off in thought. I follow his line of sight to the picture of Cole on the wall.

I look at it. I knew the hospital got to him. Today had been a long day, and long days always seem to end with Cole on Hank's mind. I wasn't sure if I should say something, or let the silence sit. However, I didn't have to come to a decision as Hank broke the silence.

"Where do you think he is?" Hank spoke starring at the picture thoughtfully.

I looked to his face, slightly taken back by the question, "What do you mean?"

Hank sighed shifting his gaze down from the image, taking a sip off the beer in his hand. "I guess it's a human thing..Do you think there is an afterlife Connor?" He asked looking at the carpeted floor in thought.

I blinked, and my brows furrowed. "Life after death.." I pondered the sudden question, "I.. I'm not sure.." Honestly, I didn't think I was qualified to answer.

Hank frowned looking back at the photo. "Neither am I."

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