ALIVE [Connor]

[14] Two Sides

A/N: Forgive my writing, I'm sick! :')

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November 6th. 2038.

AM 01:25:20

"Hello Connor!"

The tone of voice streaming from Amanda's mouth was dauntingly serene, lingering over the distant calls of birds and the rustling of cherry blossom trees. Even from here, the android could quite clearly see her sitting at a table in the middle of a small patio to the right of the zen garden. Dressed in her usual, floor-length garb, Amanda was clutching an orange parasol to block out the sun and shade herself from the warm rays fragmented between the leaf canopies. The garden contrasted the real world weather greatly, for Detroit was still rainy and drab. And yet here, the garden remained unspoiled: a beautifully utopian interface - just as Cyberlife saw fit.

 "Hello, Amanda," Connor had reached the circular table that she had tucked herself into, two teacups and saucers having laden the surface with a large, ceramic teapot positioned between. 

"Please..." Amanda gestured graciously towards the metal chair opposite her, "Sit with me."

The android considered this for little more than a second, sating her wishes as he pulled up the chair and took a seat, taking the liberty of tugging on either side of his blazer jacket as he readjusted to a relatively comfortable position.

"It's been a little while since we last spoke, Connor," Amanda went on, lifting what appeared to be an entirely empty teapot. For as she poured it into the cup, not a single drop of the expected tea had trickled out from the spout, "I trust that you performed well on your most recent investigation?"

"Of course," Connor agreed, offering the older woman a curt nod. He was short in his answers, obediently awaiting a question which held more depth to it.

"And how're you getting along with this Hank Anderson?" Amanda took a sip from her invisible tea, spying the android beadily over the top of the porcelain cup.

"Lt Anderson is certainly..." Connor paused for the right words, leaning forward to his clasp his hands on the surface of the table. "...a challenge. Unable to be ridden of past traumas, blunt in his words. A troubled man, to say the very least. But he's an intriguing character, and I look forward to working with him on future investigations."

"I see," Amanda hummed, returning the cup back on it's saucer with a soft 'chinking' sound, "Do you have any particular intentions for him?"

"Well, if I can, I intend to try and befriend him, he's appearing to be an essential asset to the mission - even if he proves to be a slight inconvenience in the way of his manner sometimes." 

"I'm notified that the two of you were not alone in this last investigation. You were also accompanied by...what was the name?" Amanda questioned, absently peering skywards. Her unamused expression only deepening with her frown, "...Isla Richards?"

Connor glanced up at her, having been initially staring intently towards his interlocked fingers. His dark eyes met the unwavering gaze of Amanda as she returned to his attention. He reached up a hand to straighten his tie. Now a habit, if anything else. "Correct," He confirmed, the professional demeanour of his attitude threatening to lessen somewhat.

"You know that Cyberlife puts trust in the RK800, Connor. It puts trust in you, and you must do well to perform to the best of your ability. Need I remind of just how expertly crafted, you are? How you were designed specifically for tasks involving police activity?" She allowed her string of questioning to tumble out onto the table, pausing for effect as opposed to waiting for an answer. As a silence began to grow, Amanda continued on.