Dechart: Become Connor

Connor 2.5

Me and Detective Bowie walk behind Lieutenant Anderson as he approaches the food stand. I'm unsure why I've been dragged here, it appears this is tradition for Bowie and Anderson to go here for lunch everyday. Anderson orders food, which I must note is very unhealthy. He talks with a strange man and hands him money, making an illegal exchange, but Bowie doesn't pay it any mind. We stand at their usual table, judging by the ridiculous carvings of silly faces and a quote 'Maybe Fridays can be our always <3'. I look up from it and decide to question him.

"That man was proposing illegal gambling."

"Yeah." He agrees.

"And you made a bet." I continue.

"Yeah." He confirms. I want to question him further but I don't. That just doesn't make sense. Does he really not care? Lieutenant Anderson is a concept I cannot grasp.

"So is there anything you'd like to know about me?" I ask him.

"Hell no! Well, yeah. Why did they give you that goofy face and make you sound like that?" He asks. I hear Bowie snort.

"Androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and my voice are specifically designed to facilitate my intergration." I answer.

"Well they fucked up." He states.

Software instability^

Detective Bowie laughs and hits his shoulder.

"Hank!" She exclaims.

"What?" He questions her.

"You're so rude!" She scolds. At least she acknowledges the abuse.

"Can I ask you a personal question lieutenant? Why do you hate androids so much?" I ask bluntly. He visually gets upset, but stays collected.

"I have my reasons." He spits. "Have you dealt with deviants before?"

"A couple months back. A deviant was threatening to jump off a roof with a little girl. I managed to save her." I say.

"Wait, Em, didn't you work that case too?" Hank asks Bowie.

"I guess, if you call watching this asshole do everything working then yeah I did." She answers, poking her tongue out adorablely. He nods and turns to me.

"So I guess you've done your homework, right? You know everything there is to know about me?" He asks.

"I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases and became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit. I also know you've received several disciplinary warnings in recent years and you spend alot of time in bars." I answer. He seems impressed with the common knowledge I express.

"So what's your conclusion?" He pushes.

"I think working with an officer with personal issues is an added challenge, but adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features." I say, adding a wink. I suddenly receive a report of a suspected deviant nearby. "I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few blocks away. We should check it out." I suggest. "I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car if you need me." I get up and walk to his car, stepping into the passenger seat. It takes a while, but they soon join me and we begin to head toward our destination. I give directions the while way and we arrive in no time.

...

"Connor!" I hear Lieutenant Anderson call my name. I had been reporting to Amanda, which is troublesome since she seems to be very disappointed in me. "What are you doing, taking a nap?" He asks.