Programmed And Damned [ Connor X Reader ] [ Detroit: Become Human ]

Chapter One - System Error

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Her every footfall on the smooth tiled pavement was uneven and heavy, her imperfectly green manicured fingernails digging into her palms that the soft and delicate skin threatened to tear and bleed under pressure. You were more than just tempted to rise up from the cushioned seat you sat upon and force her to calm down and take in a few deep soothing breaths but after scanning her with the use of your enhanced pair of eyes and instantly recognized the alarming rate of her stress level (they were off the charts and you were quite flabbergasted she still managed to maintain such flawless poise), you knew she was too far gone in her own world of wandering thoughts to take notice of your presence.

"Autumn," You acknowledged quietly as to not trigger a negative response from her and as precisely calculated, she did not heed to the sound of your voice. "I think you're overthinking this whole situation. Come and sit sown, relax. This is nothing for you to be worked up about."

As your spoken statement reached her eardrums, Autumn abruptly halted her back and forth pacing in the compacted room you two were temporarily residing in and whirled around to face your postured figure, eyebrows deeply burrowed in concern and the slightest evidence of an emotion humans call irritation. "Nothing to be worked up about? Are you hearing yourself right now? [ Your Name ], you're going to be sent out to an Android Clash. Let me repeat, Android Clash. You could die out there. Don't you realize that? Do I have to translate it to another language for you to understand the gravity of your situation?"

You have no single speck of idea as to why she was fretting over such trivial matter. Your wellbeing and existence was supposed to mean absolutely nothing to her. Unimportant. Insignificant. Trivial. You were supposed to mean nothing to her. The world could go upside down and inside out but the reality will remain the same as yesterday, today and forevermore - you are nothing more than a faithful machine created by the human hands for the comfort of human lives, just scraps of metal and plastic expertly crafted to be used for whatever purpose you are programmed to do. To put it simply - you were under human authority, a servant with no need for an ounce of respect.

"I don't see what the big deal is. This is not the first time I've participated in an Android Clash." You reminded her professionally and took special note of how she nonchalantly rolled her eyes heavenwards in exasperation to your bland tone and uncaring statement. "I was made two years ago by CyberLife at exactly 11:45 PM, ninth of March. I have participated in four hundred eighty seven Clashes in total ever since. In all those years of participation, I never encountered failure nor sustained any sort of injuries. I am perfectly certain this Clash will be just as the same as the others."

"That's the problem," Autumn pointed out worriedly, anxiously. You attentively observed her every motion and you don't know what to . . . think about her growing anxiety for your safety. "I feel like something is gonna go wrong today. I don't want you going to that arena. You're going to get hurt, I'm sure of that."

Confusion subtly dusted your rigid and annoyingly symmeatrical features. How could a simple human being sense danger despite being limited to their human capabilities? Despite lacking sensory devices that us - androids - have? They lacked the superhuman superiority of androids yet somehow they can tell when something of positive or negative will occur?

Of course, you nearly forgot they had something they call instincts.

Now who was this woman conversing with you and going through drastic measures to talk you out if playing a role in Android Clashes? She goes by the name of Autumn Judge - perfect wavy auburn locks that softly cascades down to the small of her back, blaring amber hues and thin lips. Little to no makeup, compassionate and empathetic. But she wasn't only that - she was also the twenty one year old only daughter of your owner who was named Ruth Judge, alias Anonymous in the Android Clashes history. Undefeated in the Clashes, feared in the arena and extremely concieted.