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My Name Is Connor (Made by tylerno, FOLLOW THEM!)

"Lieutenant Anderson. My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife."

The first time he said those words, he was at a human-only bar. Androids were not permitted. Of course, Connor didn't care that he was getting dirty stares everywhere he looked. He had a mission, and he'd be damned if he didn't fulfill it.

Only a short time later, he was seated in the passenger seat of Hank's car, eyes resolutely forward even as he scanned everything. Hank was a raging alcoholic, that much was obvious, but what else could he learn about the man? He was anti-android, anyone could see that, and he liked heavy metal music. He was of the millennial generation, which, according to a brief internet search, was quite an... interesting group of people.

When the two arrived at the crime scene, Connor wasted no time in ignoring Hank's order to remain in the car, clambering out with grace that only someone who wasn't human could manage. Of course, that is exactly what Connor wasn't. Human.

No expression showed on his face when the officer attempted to deny him access to the scene, and still nothing showed when Hank allowed him in. His smell receptors picked up a nasty stench the second he stepped foot into that godforsaken house, but all he did was sweep his eyes across the room, drinking everything in and analyzing the room within a split second. Hardly paying attention to Hank when he complained about the smell, his feet instantly carried him to the body that was leaned against the wall, propped up underneath uniform letters.

I AM ALIVE

Connor kneeled down, sure to keep any part of his clothes from coming into contact with the crusted blood in the carpet, then leaned over to search the body. Twenty eight stab wounds.

The Lieutenant looked over just in time to see Connor place blood soaked fingers in his mouth, and made his disgust loudly known.

"What the fuck!"

Next, Connor went to the kitchen. After just a moment, he had reconstructed the entire scene. The deviant was the one who had been attacked first, and not the other way around. Still, he felt no pity. Good androids didn't deviate in any way, shape, or form.

The bathroom was by far the most confusing part. There was a statuette, candles, as well as ra9 being obsessively written on the walls. Connor's eyes narrowed a little, but other than that he showed no outward reaction.

Ra9. What was ra9?

Connor left the bathroom, peering out the front door as he assessed the footprints.

Deviant didn't leave

Deviant is still here

Connor's core thrummed with a feeling akin to excitement (but he ignored it, of course, because androids don't get excited) as he plodded back into the house, optics on full alert for any stray movement, for any place that it might be hiding.

Hank just gave him an odd look as Conner sneaked around, back rimrod straight as ever and eyes flicking up, down, left, right. He seemed to be on the scent, however, as he made a not-so-subtle beeline to the hallway, but Hank let him go. If Connor could stick blood in his mouth and get data from it, he didn't want to know what else he had to do to get data. The Lieutenant wouldn't be surprised (disgusted, sure, but not surprised) if his dick had some sort of super-helpful function, besides the obvious. Did androids have dicks?

Connor stared at the door in the ceiling, hesitating for a fraction of a heartbeat before yanking on the chord and making his way into the attic. He had to duck his head a little to fit at first, but soon the space opened up and he could straighten his shoulders and take a good look around. Connor messed with the button on the cuff of his undershirt's sleeve, fingers twiddling in what might have been a nervous tick if he hadn't been an unfeeling robot.