Connor should be used to it by now. Him getting pushed around, having had it when he was still under his programming with Cyberlife. He had hoped that it would stop after the revolution, that the androids would be more accepted by humans. Connor had never felt more wrong in his entire life. It not only continued, but it escalated. Not only did humans continue to try to injure him, but it also came from the androids now. They were angry with him, at least that's the conclusion he came up with. He was the deviant hunter in their eyes and that would never change no matter what, even if he released thousands of other androids. Connor had killed other deviants in an effort to reform them back to their servitude he was a tool for Cyberlife. The android leader, Markus, was willing to forgive him. Especially after Connor helped execute the final phase of the revolution. He put faith in the android and helped make him a deviant, he accepted that Connor was trying to start over. No one else saw it that way though.
He stumbled into the apartment he had been given by Markus, once the androids were relocated to the old abandoned, part of Detroit. His head was pulsing and he had thirium dripping from the corner of his mouth. Instinctively he wiped the thirium off on his black sweatshirt sleeve. He made it to the kitchen which in Hanks opinion wasn't really a kitchen if it just had a sink in it. Flipping the faucet handles he watched as the rusty water started slowly coming out before stopping a few moments later. Shaking his head slightly, Connor winced as he gripped the edge of the sink. The artificial skin was starting to cover his exposed face as he ran a diagnostic. Scanning through the list of possible issues that he might have sustained only took him a few seconds. He concluded that he would be fine as long as nothing crazy happened at work. Connor cleaned himself up as best he could, before noticing his hands were shaking.
It was getting worse, he thought. His deviant side. No, his human side was starting to have major effects. He could barely close his eyes anymore without having those haunting images of his own people injuring him. Hank had spoken about officers getting post traumatic stress disorder, and how they could have problems functioning. Then the lieutenant had laughed that Connor was lucky that he would never experience something like that. He had thought about telling his partner about the issues, but ultimately he hadn't. Even if the detective had wanted to do something to help there was nothing he could do. Humans weren't allowed in the android distract anyways, the only reason Hank even knew about Connor's living arrangements is because he showed him pictures.
Pushing himself away from the sink, he moved into the studio apartment, grabbing his work attire that hung from a broken light. He stared at it for a few moments before returning the uniform to its place, and grabbed the black beanie from on top of his shoes. He didn't care about his attire for this afternoon, he was going to be walking to work and most likely to get jumped again anyways. His LED flashes yellow for a few moments before flickering to red and remaining on that color. Pulling the beanie on he made sure the LED was covered before grabbing the black tennis shoes that had a bite mark on the toe from Sumo. Slipping them on, he grabbed his phone slipping it into the pocket of his jeans before his keys. Taking the detective badge off the floor he tucked it into his sweatshirt pocket along with his headphones. An alert flashed across his eyes for a few seconds, and Connor realized he was already three hours late. In all honesty, the android could care less right now.
It took him twenty minutes to leave the android safe zone and he was surprised that he hadn't even been harassed. He waited at the bus stop, a block from the entrance to the safe zone, noticing a few of the humans whispering to each other and glancing at him. He most certainly looked human, but he didn't act it all the time. A man got up from his place on the bench, moving towards him and stopped three feet in front of him.
"You're an android aren't you." The man stated as Connor pushed himself away from the beam holding up the bus stop sign that he was leaning against.
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FanfictionIt was getting worse, he thought. His deviant side. No, his human side was starting to have major effects. None of the characters are mine. Also Hank swears a lot.
