Blue. [DETRIOT: BECOME HUMAN- CONNOR ]

Thirteen

Connor's POV
I groan as my systems hum back to life. My eyes flicker open as I take on a wave of information at once. I blink, redialing my eye.

I then became aware of my surroundings again, and my eyes loosely scanned the room. I was in the hospital still, now in a different room. I'm hooked up to the wall; my feet about 6 inches off the floor. There is a tray in-front of me with a series of wires hooking up to my chest.

"Afternoon." Hank grumbled, from infront of me. I look out into the room, my gaze meeting Hank's face after a moment.

He sat in a chair a few feet away, silent after the initial comment, just letting his tone and face do the talking.

My head fell, "I'm...I'm sorry." I say quietly.

"Well you better damn be. Do you know the scare you gave me!?" He replied in a harsh yet worried tone.

I looked back up to him again, but I didn't have a reply.

"I know you're one to get fixated on a case, Connor, but this is madness!" Hank continued.

I sighed; he was right.

"-I should have never let you come to work with me. I should'a known you'd blow a fuse." Hank mumbled in frustration at himself and with me. He sighed now, crossing his arms and looking out the window, and a moment hung still in complete silence.

"..I don't ..have fuses.." I say, though not quite meaning to say aloud.

Hank looked up at me; he then began to laugh, "You gotta be fucking kidding me!"

I let a smile pull at my face, glad the tension had left the air.

"I-I really am sorry Hank." I begin, "You're right I should h-"

"No, no. I shouldn't be making you apologize for getting hurt.- I mean, if there was some bastard running round killing and he had my face. You bet I'd be huntin him down." Hank looked up at my eyes again, "I just.. don't want you hurt that's all."

I nod slightly. "I understand." Another pause gripped the air.

I blinked pulling up the damage schematics after running a self scan. After ignoring the information I had already seen I could see that I had short-circuited some wires in my left power generator, and they had overheated, causing my hardware to malfunction.

I'm hooked up to a low energy charge station again, to avoid the situation from happening again.

I sigh, "How long as it been?" I asked as I begin to answer my own question, checking my internal clock.

Hank replied anyway, "Not long, half an hour maybe."

"Thirty-eight minuets." I specify. Hank gave me a look for correcting him.

With a breath I placed a foot against the wall I was hooked to, and slowly slid myself off the maintenance hook and to the floor. I took a moment to find my footing on the ground. Hank stood looking at me, part of me figured he would try to convince me to stay, but all he said was: "Take it that means you want to go?"

I began to unplug the wires from my chest.
"Definitely." I remarked.

Hank gave me a look that didn't approve, which I did expect. "You want to get back on the case don't you."

I met his eye. "It's more then just a case, Hank. There are lives a stake with every second that passes. I don't want any more blood, red or blue, to be spilled over this." I stated, more bluntly then intended as I walked past the lieutenant toward the door behind him.

"I know there is more to it than that." He said and I stopped to hear him, but did not turn around, "Come on Connor! I know you. People die everyday, red blood, blue blood, it's all the same! I know that hurts for you to know, but it is something you are aware of." He took a step toward me, "We're not rookie cops who think we can save the fucking world."

"I know," I replied in monotone.

"But?" Hank inquired, knowing there was more to say on my circuit.

"But, It's different with the 900, ok!" I turned back to Hank again, "Not only has he taken so many lives but he is my..." I stoped, not quite sure what I was about it say.

"He's your what?" Hanks questioned a odd pressured concern in his voice.

"-My upgraded model, my face, my family, my brother, my enemy...depends on the way you look at it." I sighed taking another step back into the room, "I know after everything he has done they will put him in cyber-prison or probably kill him, and he- at least according to him- has done nothing wrong. I mean he doesn't even know right from wrong, to him it's just orders. Orders and directions, percentages and processes." I leaned against the wall with my shoulder, eyes still on Hank's face, "Have you even stopped to think about it, we are essentially hunting an infant. And infant that has killed many people, but he is still just a child... It just..doesn't seem fair to me.. that's all.."

" and you want to catch him to.. what? Look after him?" Hank replied after a moment.

" I don't know," I admit, "I don't know what I'm going to do or what I want to do; I just know I want it to be me that does.. If that makes any sense..?"

"It does, Connor, perfect sense."

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