Dechart: Become Connor

Emily 3

Almost nobody is left at the station, just me, organizing my desk, and Connor, keeping me company. I'm playing some classic 'Hollywood Undead' out loud and humming some of the words.

"You have a very interesting taste in music, Detective Bowie." I hear him comment, right after the beautiful lyrics 'I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang. Put it right, third like Ching-Chang You know I make her shit bang' from 'Tear it up'

"This song cracks me up. These guys were either hella depressing or complete womanizers." I explain.

"Then surely you'd find them to be unpleasant." He reasons.

"Nah. They've explained they are just kidding in those inappropriate songs. And even if they weren't I wouldn't hold it against them. It's funny." I shrug after my words and turn to face the Android. "Have you ever listened to music on your spare time?"

"I don't have spare time. When I am not working a deviant case I return to cyberlife and enter low power mode until needed again." He answers formally.

"That's boring but I guess you don't really get bored, do you?"

"No." He answers. I sigh at his reply, though I don't know what I was expecting. He isn't human. But he seems so natural!

"Is something bothering you detective?" I look up at him from the floor and sigh again.

"I'm ok." He seems to not believe me, but doesn't question it further.

"I don't seem to know a lot about you detective." He states.

"I prefer it that way. Not even Hank knows much about me and I've been working beside him for a few years." I admit.

"How come?"

"Its better if you don't know anything more than the show I put on." I say quickly. I try to avoid these questions as much as possible. He seems to get uncomfortable and looks around my desk, noting the small stuffed chicken and other stupid little things that I enjoy, but nothing personal. No pictures or awards.

"Would you like a coffee? You didn't take it last time, but I don't mind getting you another." He offers.

"Connor I didn't take it because I don't like coffee. My drinks of choice are usually ice cold water or dr.pepper." I tell him. I can tell he's taking notes of everything I'm saying so I roll my eyes. "What are you even still doing here?" I ask with hostility.

"I am accompanying you while you reorganize your desk." He answers formally.

"Go away." I order, placing the box of shit to be returned home next to my desk.

"Did I say something wrong detective?" He asks carefully.

"If I say yes will you leave?" I counter.

"If that's what you want then yes." I don't want you to leave.

"Then yes." I spit and turn to toss a few more things in the box.

"Have a good night detective." That's the last thing he says to me before leaving me alone. I let my body fall into my chair and put my head down. 'I can't stop any of these evil thoughts, And I never thought I would ever be so lost. Make these bad thoughts go away, they need to stop' The song is the only sound in the room now. One of their sad songs. 'Broken record'. I can feel myself getting colder as my mood drops to the floor. Why? Why am I depressed? I gather myself and get up, grabbing the box and leaving to my self driving car. I'm so glad that these became a thing. I've always hated driving. Even at 26 I'm not comfortable behind the wheel. I get settled and head home, the drive taking 15 minutes.

When I arrive home, I take the box inside and place it on the coffee table. I don't have any pets or an android, so nothing greets me. Quickly, I find something to eat and take a shower. Afterwards, I wipe the mirror clear of the fog and look at myself. The bags under my green eyes show my fatigue, and my hair is shaved on the sides and kept short on top, a brown that doesn't know if it wants to be dark or light and curls that can't decide how curly to be. I throw on a baggy tee, some sweatpants, and fuzzy socks before crawling into bed. As soon as my eyes close and my head settles, there's a knock at the door. I sigh dramatically and get up, going to the door and opening it with sass.

"What are you doing here Connor?" I ask with an attitude.

"Sorry to intrude on your rest, Detective, but there has been a murder case and I believe we should investigate. I tried to contact the lieutenant but he isn't answering my calls."

"Give me a minute." I sigh out and let him in. He closes the door behind him and I walk to my room, finding black jeans and an undershirt. After I change I replace my comfortable socks with shitty ones and find a red and black flannel.

Once I return to him, we go out to my car and head to Hanks house. Connor rings the bell and Sumo can be clearly heard barking. He's not answering though. I walk to the side of the house and peek into a window, seeing Hank laying on his back on the ground.

"Shit." I go to the back door and pick the lock to get in, Connor right behind me. I notice his gun and a nearly emptied bottle of alcohol by his body. Next thing I know...

"Wake up, lieutenant!" He calls, lightly smacking his face. I notice Sumo eyeing us down and I calm him easily.

"Hey boy!" I greet, petting him. That's when Connor smacks the shit out of Hank.

"Its me, Connor!" He then proceeds to help him up, despite Hank fighting the best he can, and brings him to the bathroom to sober him up. All is quiet until the shower is turned on and Hank begins to yell out in panic. I rush over to see Connor turning off the water and looking down at Hank.

"Wait, when did you get here?" I facepalm and find Hank something to wear as they talk it out, and soon enough I could hear the old man puking his guts out.

"Lieutenant, what is the purpose of the gun?" Connor asks from the kitchen.

"Russian roulette. Wanted to see how long I could last. I guess I blacked out before I could get the answer." I'm surprised at his honesty, but his answer is surely concerning. I leave him the clothes and join Connor with cleaning the mess up.

"The next shot would've killed him." Connor says to me. "Is he suicidal?"

"I... I don't know." I answer. He's an asshole for sure, but I never thought he wanted to die.

"Alright let's go." Hank says once he's ready, and we head to the Edens club.