Incompatible

Chapter 3

{[∆] Truth}

"Well not always. Sometimes I can, but most of the time I cannot hear while I update." I told him the truth, not wanting to lie to my partner.

"And just now?" He asked, seeming to rise in stress.

I shrugged, not wanting to tell a whole lie.

"There was only one thing I was able to pick up and it was that you had fallen off a roof recently. I will do my best to prevent you from getting harmed or killed." I told him, determined to prevent him from dying even though I still could die and not come back. Kamski would have to rebuild a whole new body for me again. "I'd give my life for you, Anderson."

Connor went silent, eyes wide. Hank choked on air somehow and fell off the couch, smiling for some reason. I stared at Hank in concern as he rolled around with tears in his eyes, wheezing and laughing. Connor's face lit up in a red hue and he tried to cover it.

"Geez, (Y/n). I'm not very important." He muttered softly and avoided eye contact. I looked at him in confusion.

"Of course you are. You're vital to the case and I'm sure someone would miss you if you were to die." I hummed, confused so much. I don't understand, every life is important. Especially Connor's, without him the case would fail and I wouldn't have a place to stay either.

"What about you? Don't you have someone that would miss you?" Connor looked at me innocently in confusion as my own expression contorted to one of bitterness.

"Ha! As if, I'm replaceable. Chloe can make another one of me if he wanted to, and I'm not as important as you, Anderson." I spoke in a rotten but slightly upset tone. Although, I am not really upset or anything. I just convey the emotions that humans would in this kind of situation. I also was programmed to be like humans were back in 2018, so I might have depression. I'm not sure, I don't like self diagnosing.

"What? I'm sure someone would miss you." Connor seemed concerned now. I stopped making myself seem human and became cold and more mechanical.

"I'm nothing but a machine, I was not made to be liked but to complete any task I am given." I snapped coldly at Connor, making him flinch. Hank's LED lit up red and he sat up, seeing Connor looking hurt while I remained emotionless. He glared at me.

"Please refrain from snapping at the lieutenant." He snapped back at me. I only gave him a destant and cold look.

"Fine. But stop trying to get to me, Anderson. Get it through your skull that I am meerly a machine that can be replaced. I am not made to feel the emotions that I'm programmed with, I'm not a devaint." I told Connor, getting up and heading to the kitchen. I didn't go here for any reason but to get away from the other two.

"A case has surfaced, come on (Y/n)." Hank had told me as he stood in my line of sight. Connor was nowhere to be found. I nodded silently and got up, following the other android.

We headed to the car and Hank tried letting me sit up front, but I shook my head and got in the backseat. Hank sat up in the front seat and Connor was already in the diver's seat, starting the car. I looked out the window emotionlessly, tired of masking my actual emotions that had began to appear over time. Connor continuously glanced at me from the rearview mirror but stopped and tightened his grip on the wheel when I made eye contact through the mirror and frightened him. The radio played heavy metal and we pulled up to a building. We headed in and went to the elevator. Hank pressed buttons and I sat down, keeping my center of gravity low. Hank and Connor stared at me in confusion as I sat there.

Hank explained everything to Connor and me but I wasn't listening. I didn't care. They kicked open the door and I carelessly walked in before them, heading to the door I knew would be the only one locked. It had been the only one closed and the chance of my getting killed was 34%. Connor seemed shocked as I mindlessly walked to the door and stood beside it, pulling out my own state issued pistol, a .45.

"Jesus fuck, (Y/n). You can't go walking into a dangerous area without checking for anyone! You could've been shot!" Connor rushed behind me as I stood next to the door.

"This door is locked. There was a 48% chance of me being attacked and a 34% chance of me being killed, so there was no reason to panic." I shrugged.

"This is the second time Hank and I have had to check a place for deviants, last time I almost fell to my death. If you rely on statistics, you're going to get me killed." Connor glared at me in slight anger.

"Depends on probability and possible choices that I'd have. If you have a chance of over 95% of making it then I wouldn't see a reason to save you when you can easily get up. As for 94% or lower would cause intense probability and I would have given anything to save you." I explained to him. "If your chances are 95% or higher then it means you have only half your body of the roof and can pull yourself up using obstacles near you to help, not needing my assistance." I could see him slowly becoming undone and understanding to what I had told him. He sighed and nodded, but Hank seemed to look away in interest to the door.

"Maybe it is the same deviant as the one that got away last time." He suggested. Connor nodded hopefully.

"Maybe." I shrugged, the chances being very low. I stood next to the door and Hank stood back as Connor kicked in the door, causing dust to for everywhere.

"Nope, not the same deviant. Everything in here is dead, the one we lost was feeding animals instead of killing them." Hank stared at the animal corpses that littered the place. I stared at it blankly, feeling something in me snap as I briskly walked into the room. "(Y/n)!"

I ignored Hank and noticed a few holes in the ceiling and instantly grabbed onto the wall and a chair, jumping quickly into the ceiling. Connor and Hank looked at me in shock but soon lost sight of me. The continued to investigate down there while I investigated in the ceiling. Soon I saw two figures hiding in the shadows. I didn't want to frighten them and slowly approached, my figure just barely visible through all the holes in the ceiling.

"Shh." I heard one whisper quietly to the other, the two things huddled close together as they shook in fear.

I stopped moving and stared at them, feeling something hit me like a wave.

"You don't have to obey anyone, you are your own person." Chloe had told me, my system just an AI at the time and I was just transferred to a weak prototype as a test to see if I was compatible. She had just lost her teacher and was coming to me for comfort. I had told her about how someone was demanding me to give them access to some files.

"But won't that get me destroyed?" I asked her, frightened. She simply shook her head, giving me a kind smile.

"No. You won't be destroyed. I won't let that happen." She comforted me. I started to stutter out words, trying to find a way to respond. I was just a small fragile prototype they were testing for androids. Chloe had hugged me and gently shushed me, understanding that I was struggling. "You won't be destroyed."

I stared at the two android figures in front of me, a horrified expression crossing my face as I remembered what had happened roughly eight years ago when I was just starting to help the building of androids.

"(Y/n), you found anything yet?" Connor shouted to me slightly, seeing my shadowed figure.

You decide:

{[⏺️] Give the deviants away}
{[⏹️] Lie}