"An android? Really?" I question, clearly annoyed, watching in amusement as the machine wanders around.
"No one is happy about it, but he's a prototype. Cyberlife is convinced these robots can do this shit any better." I watch in disgust as it licks blue blood from its fingers. What the actual fuck. "If he messes up, even a little, he's dead." I glance over at captain Allen as I scoff.
"Yeah, because you have the money to replace it." I remark sarcastically.
"I can make it look like an accident." He says with a shrug, making me snort. Within 5 minutes, the plastic fucker had already investigated the whole area and is moving out onto the roof. Me and Allen creep closer to peek at what is going on, but we can't hear anything over the helicopter.
"If it fails, the little girl is dead." I mutter. The Android seems to be confident in its ability, slowly moving closer with each reply. It's so confident that it waves the helicopter away.
"There! I did what you wanted!" It calls out to the deviant.
"What the fuck is he doing?" Allen hisses.
"You keep saying 'he', as if it's a living thing." I point out.
"Well it's made to resemble a male, it even has a male name."
"It has a name?" I question, choking on air.
"Yeah. People normally name their androids, like a pet or whatever." He answers simply.
"But at least pets are living things. These things are just... walking computers practically." I grumble. He opens his mouth to reply when gunshots sound. We rush out to see the deviant on its knees, several chunks blown off by the snipers.
"Son of a bitch..." I hear him mutter as the Android proudly walks past us, making sure to bump into Allen as it left.
"Not bad for a robot." I mutter.
"Whatever." He murmurs.
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"If I have 1 penny, how many knees do I have?" I ask, watching Hank in amusement.
"What? How the fuck? What does a penny have to do with body parts?"
"How many knees?" I push.
"I don't know, three?" Hank sighs out.
"No! Two knees! What kind of mutant do you think I am?" I say, bursting into laughter.
"You are so stupid." He mutters.
"To be honest." I giggle, sipping my drink; Classic Dr.Pepper.
"How the hell did you place a spot as a detective?" He questions while shaking his head.
"That's a good question. Maybe pity." I suggest.
"Shut the fuck up." He mutters, sipping his coffee. "How was that case the other day? With the suicidal android."
"Boring as hell. Ironically, an android did all the fun shit. Some new detective model. Dumbest shit ever." I complain.
"Jesus. They have those plastic fuckers doing everything nowadays." Hank grumbles.
"Yeah. I don't think Cyberlife understands real people need to make money." I add.
"Detective Bowie. Lieutenant Anderson." We both look over the officer addressing us. "Suspected suicide. I've sent the details to you both, the captain's orders."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Hank brushes the officer off and sighs deeply.
"You really hate your job." I point out.
"I just hate living." He corrects, getting up from his chair. I slide off his desk and move to my own, opening the details on the case.
"It's a tad bit of a drive but it sounds interesting." I say.
"Let's just get this over with."
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Dechart: Become Connor
FanfictionConnor, the android sent by Cyberlife, and Emily, the maskful goofy detective. A pair bound by confusion and fear. Their journey to understand their emotions is shakey and painful, and honestly Hank is tired of it, but he loves Emily, their partners...
