Deviant Hunter of New Detroit- A Detroit: Become Human Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Lovely Wonderful Horrible Darling Chapter

Markus' Home

Markus watched Ollie come in the backroom toward his work. "Hey, Ollie. Having fun today?"

"No." He crossed his arms. "Visited the mean girls with Momma and Connor. Back again."

"Yeah." He was hoping to hear something better than that. Then again, any day those double pairings didn't malfunction was another good day. Markus didn't let Ollie visit the girls without Connor's supervision. He tried to dismiss a lot of what Connor said, but there was no way he could dismiss his son's safety. While he was working on his work, he received a phone call. He answered it. "Hello?" Ah, it was Warren. "Madame President, how are you?" He continued into his painting. Then, he stopped. "What?"

North came into the room, seeing the expression on his face. "Markus?"

"But." Markus felt a little loss. "Okay. Yeah, dialogue about it would be best. I'll talk to him. In an hour. Okay."

"Markus?" North questioned again. "What's wrong?"

"Nerves," Markus answered. "I've talked to the Vice President a little, but not much. I am about to have a dialogue in an hour. I've got to gather some things."

"Why so nervous though?" North asked.

"Because Warren's support has been steadily slipping for a long time now. Politically, a lot of people want to impeach her, but she doesn't want to go down in history like that." He put his work down. "She wants to resign if it gets that far. If she does, I'll be talking to a whole new person. With a whole new set of views about androids."

"That. That doesn't sound good, Markus."

"No, it doesn't. We've just got to hope for the best." The androids had done a great job in New Detroit. They'd made great strides to do what they could for people there, while taking care of themselves. There had been a great mutual benefit. What would a new person want to bring into it?

Vice President Kel Rounds spoke to him politely on the phone but things were digressing quickly. "Vice President," Markus said, "we are here. Androids, over 400,000. We've been doing just fine here."

"If you didn't mean for the dirty bomb to go off, then you should realize that you wouldn't have gotten an entire city. Something will be done with the androids but Detroit belongs to its people."

How could Markus make it clearer? "Humans cannot be inside Detroit. The radiation levels are not good for them. We've worked on cleaning up what we could. We've worked with Warren on a value system, and a large number of people in Detroit have gotten a cut of work the androids here did for them." It worked itself out. Why was he stirring this up?

"Detroit is America's, not yours. Whether humans can walk into it and live safely or not."

"But?" Markus sighed exhaustively. "But what about the 400,000 or so androids that are here? We are alive. We are 'people' as well."

"You go where needed."

"Where needed." Deep breath, Markus. "Where exactly do you think we are needed? Hm? In the houses of humans, doing everything they tell us again? We're past that stage. Not only do we have American androids, you have androids from several countries. This solution has helped everyone."

"Well, maybe the American people don't really believe you are all telling the truth."

"We send personal updates about how it's all going, all the time," Markus said. "We aren't hiding anything."

"According to Madame President, you only have certain jobs filled. You have no police and no one watching the jails."

"They aren't necessary." There was Connor, and when an unfortunate android went deviant, there was no need for jail. He took care of them. "We are peaceful."