Dechart: Become Connor

Connor 1

~2 months later~

'No androids allowed'

I open the door and enter the bar. I've already checked 4 other ones with no luck. I notice several unhappy looks pointed at me as I walk through, scanning each face in hopes of finding him. Finally, I spot the man.

"Lieutenant Anderson, my name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife. I looked for you at the station but no one knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar."

"What do you want?" He grumbles.

"You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a cyberlife android. In accordance to procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators." I inform him.

"Well I don't need any assistance. Specially from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good little robot and get the fuck outta here." He orders.

"I'm sorry lieutenant but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you." I persist.

"You know where you can stick your instructions?" He asks, cackling. I'm unsure of what he is implying.

"No, where?" I ask. He pauses and looks at me weird.

"Nevermind." He brushes off, returning to his drink.

"You know what? I'll buy you one for the road. What do you say? Bartender, the same again, please." I order.

"See that Jim? Wonders of technology. Make it a double." He is served the drink and he downs it quickly, sighing in content. "Did you say homicide?"

...

"You stay here." The lieutenant orders me before exiting the car. His order contradicts my assigned mission, so naturally I have to follow him into the house. It's the only logical action. I exit the car and walk up to the police tape. An officer halts me.

"Sorry, no androids permitted being this point."

"He's with me." Anderson calls, groaning. I join his side. "Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?" He asks me.

"Your orders contradicted my assignment, lieutenant." I reply. He sighs and walks up to the house, being greeted by another man. They exchange words and information, and I get straight to work. I analyze the body, counting the wounds and noting the red ice residue. I note the writing above the body. 'I AM ALIVE!' Most likely written by the deviant. I then note the knife, sampling the blood and identifying it as Carlos Ortiz's.

"Ah Jesus! What the hell are you doing!" Lieutenant Anderson cries out.

"I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should've warned you." I inform him.

"Ok... Just don't... put anymore evidence in your mouth, got it?"

"Got it." Naturally I have to tell humans what they want to hear. From what I've gathered I can map out some of the scene, noting how the Android attacked it's owner. I follow the scene into the kitchen, noting the blood on the walls and the disheveled furniture. I step outside to see if the deviant had escaped, only finding an officers footprints.

"The door was locked from the inside. Killer must've gone out this way." The lieutenant suggests.

"There are no footprints apart from officer Collins' size 10 shoes." I correct.

"Well this happened weeks ago. Tracks could've faded." He argues.

"No, this soil would've retained a trace. No ones been out here for a long time." I explain. I return inside and move to the kitchen, where I then find the bat, dented and holding the man's fingerprints. I reconstruct the scene, seeing where the deviant grabbed the knife, then where it was attacked by the victim. The scene follows into the hall, then to the living room where the body is. I approach the Lieutenant. "I think I figured out what happened." I say.