Dechart: Become Connor

Emily 4

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened, couldn't even focus much on the passing conversation.

"Still tired, detective Bowie?" Connor asks me.

"No. Hank almost dying has me woke as fuck right now." I sigh out.

"'Sexiest androids in town'. Now I know why you insisted on coming here." Hank jokes, receiving a confused glance from Connor. I would've laughed, but I'm shook and tired. I can't wait to go home and sleep. I don't even care about this shit right now. Hank could've died. He probably wanted to. We enter the building and Connor walks up to one of the display models. "Connor! What the fuck are you doing?" Hank shouts at him.

"Coming lieutenant!" Connor calls.

"That was quick." I absently say. Hank howls in laughter, walking away from us.

"What do you mean? What? I don't understand." Connor says.

"Nothing Connor. It's for the best you don't understand." I brush off. I blindfully follow Hank and Android to the room of question and we are lead into the room. And detective jackass is here.

"Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet. And Emily of course. The fuck are you guys doing here?" He asks, wanting to provoke something.

"We've been assigned all cases related to androids." Connor answers.

"Oh yeah? Well you're wasting your time." Gavin starts. "Just some pervert that, uh, got more action than he could handle." His obnoxious laugh booms in the room.

"We'll have a look anyway." Hank spits.

"Come on, let's go. It's starting to stink of booze in here." Gavin says, looking at the other officer before giving a pointed look at Hank, who gives him the finger, and winking at me, making me impulsively fake vomit. Connor wastes no time investigating the bodies and tasting the blood and says he needs to reboot the Android. He does as such and tries to get what he can from it before it dies out again. He couldn't get much.

"So, there was another android. This happened over an hour ago. It's probably long gone." Hank says.

"No. It couldn't go outside dressed like that unnoticed. It might still be here." Connor points out.

"Think you could find a deviant among all the other androids in this place?" Hank asks Connor.

"Deviants aren't easily detected." I admit.

"Shit. There's gotta be some other way." Hank sighs out. "Maybe an eyewitness? Somebody who saw it leaving the room. I'm gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. You two let me know if you think of anything." I wait outside the room until Connor calls me over hurriedly.

"I need you to rent this Traci." He demands.

"Why?" I question awkwardly.

"I need to probe it's memory. It might've seen something." His puppy eyes beg for my help so I sigh and give in. Hank joins our side as I rent it and Connor swoops in and does his thing. "It saw something!" He shouts, looking into my eyes. I can see the excitement on his face. Do androids get excited? "They are set to erase their memory every 2 hours. That means we have a little over 3 minutes!" He pulls me along, the first time our skin has touched. I couldn't take my eyes off of his hand holding mine. He's so soft and lifelike. I don't even notice he had let go until Hank pats my back.

"Let's go." He mutters. I look around to see I'm just standing in the middle of a room by a pole dancer.

"Sorry." I mutter and we quickly follow Connor to the storage room, dozens of broken androids stashed away.