SYNTHETIC [Connor/RK800]

CSI: Detroit

Connor played deftly with a quarter as he waited to reach floor 70. According to the report, a deviant android had killed the head of the household as well as the responding officer, and furthermore had taken the only child hostage. Currently, they were balanced on the edge of the roof. With no clear shot for the snipers, their next tactic was to send in a negotiator. That's where Connor came in.

A prototype in his prime, he was designed to assist in investigations relating to androids, courtesy of CyberLife themselves. Connor was an RK800, a unique model. Though he looked no different than other androids. Androids, while looking physically different than each other, could all be identified as androids by the circular LED light on their temple. This LED tended to make them fairly predictable as it tended to change colors when they were thinking, or when they interpreted their surroundings as dangerous.

He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a proportionate face. All androids were fairly attractive, but he considered his face to be simple. Being pretty didn't solve crimes. His eyes were kind though, a trait he assumed was implemented on purpose. People (and androids) trust kind eyes. Kind eyes are inviting and calming. Which is exactly what he was supposed to be.

Connor stood at a precise 6'0", which was statistically above average. Everything about his design was intended to be above average. Not just him, however. Androids at their core were always intended to excel where humans couldn't (or wouldn't), and if Connor could not excel, then what other purpose did he serve?

From day one of Connor's synthetic life, he knew only one thing: finish his mission. Today, his mission was to negotiate. While he wasn't programmed to feel emotions like sympathy, he was programmed to smoothly fake them. This skill would work well in his favor in the coming minutes. As the elevator hit floor 70, he adjusted his tie and stepped out. He assessed his immediate surroundings. The first room of the house was a short, wide hallway. While he was sure the scene was originally more pristine, the scene before him now was total chaos. The fish tank was shattered, glass and water covering the wood floor. Clashing with the glass and water from the opposite side of the hall was shattered ceramic from the disturbed interior decor.

The SWAT member that was standing by the elevator walked away, speaking into his comms device. "Negotiator on site, repeat, negotiator on site."

Connor could hear what he assumed to be the mother pleading with officers to let her stay. "No, stop... I... I... I can't leave her." She cried.

From the frequency and pitch, Connor could tell she was in distress and probably crying. He examined the untouched family photo placed carefully on the table in front of him. In it were three people, the parents and one child. From public records, Connor was able to identify John, Caroline, and Emma Phillips. Their smiles were genuine, the family must have been close.

He turned his attention to the fish tank, spotting a fish on the ground. It had red and silver stripes on its body, with fins to match the rest of its body. It flopped helplessly. A dwarf gourami, his brain identified unconsciously. It would die without water. He felt something, which he automatically identified as a software instability. He had half a mind to flag it, but he didn't. It wasn't urgent, and it would distract from his mission. He picked the fish up, catering to the weight in his chest. As soon as he placed the fish in the tank, the weight disappeared.

As he stood up, he ran a diagnostics check. It revealed nothing, which perplexed him. Any and all errors within his software/hardware should be identified by the program. Perhaps the weight was a temporary malfunction. He would be sure to consult a guide later. Caroline Phillips grabbed his shoulders frantically. Her face was covered in tears, smearing away the makeup that used to reside on her eyelids.