Don't talk to me ~A Reed900 fan fiction ~

^Chapter 1^

RK900's POV

I stood a good half foot above the floor on a circular platform. I kept my hands clasped behind me and keep my back straight. There was a saleswoman and a man next to her that were looking at me. I stared the man in the eyes and scanned him for facial recognition.

Species: Human. Gender: Male. Status: Alive. Name: Gavin Reed.  Occupation: Detective at the DCPD. Age: 37. Hight: 5.9 ft. Weight: 176 lbs. 

"Hello, Detective. I am an RK900 model android designed to assist the police at the DCPD. Would you like to give me a name?" I introduce myself, using the formal introduction embedded in my code.

"I have no fucking idea. If you're so great, then choose one yourself," the gruff voice of the Detective was quite loud, yet went unnoticed by the other customers. The Cyberlife store disgusted most people, as androids were now seen as an intelligent form of life. But really, Cyberlife was just getting rid of the rest of the androids in the store. They still charged the humans, even though that defeats the purpose of freeing the androids.

   I should really stop analyzing things not having to do with my mission. And yes, I hadn't deviated. Cyberlife had entrusted the humans in deviating us, as they can't force deviation as they can coding. But I was made to obey. And that's what I will do.

   I remained silent and Gavin rolled his eyes, the chocolate brown looking to the ceiling before cycling down to the right wall, and back to my face, "Aren't you guys 'alive' and all? Can't you choose a goddamn name?" 

   "No, I cannot," I replied coolly. 

   "And why's that?" 

   "I am a machine," I looked to the saleswoman who began to speak.

   "Yeah, he's not a deviant yet, so he technically can't choose anything for himself," she said sadly. 

   The detective let out a huge, dramatic sigh and complained under his breath about not wanting to be there.

   "If you don't even want to be here, why did you come? To criticize and insult me?" I cocked my head, a smirk tugging the corners of my lips. I had no idea where it came from, but I let it out.

   "You fuckin-" he started before cutting himself off, not wanting to start a fight in the store. Instead, he made a pointless excuse having to do with 'Captain Fowler'. I drowned out most of it, the information not important to my mission until he said this, "I don't even need a partner, much less want one. I bet you haven't even ever been in the fucking field."

   So I was to be his partner. This'll make it much harder to complete my mission. But no matter what, I'll never fail her.

   My cold gray eyes darted to the door when a large man slammed open the door screaming someone's name. The detective looked back toward the man and then turned back, dismissing him completely. 

   "Fine. I'll give you a goddamn name," the detective rolled his eyes again, just this time, them not meeting mine.

   "RK900, register your name," the saleswoman smiled at me. 

   "I dunno, Richard," he crossed his arms as I added my (stupid) name to my memory files, "What now?" he added to the saleswoman. 

   "Come this way. I have a bag for you that has-," her voice got quieter and quieter before I couldn't hear it anymore. Without turning up my hearing sensitivity, that is. They made it to a back desk where the woman was loading things into a plastic shopping bag. A bottle of thirium, an extra set of clothes, a small packet, with information about repairs most likely. When she pulled out paperwork, I turned back and decided to run a self-diagnostic. I closed my eyes, my LED turning a light and calm blue.

Author's Note:

Sorry, this one's short. IDK who I'm really talking to tho. Anyway, I'll probably be back tomorrow with another chapter. I'll see you (again, I'm talking to no one lol) tomorrow. Bye!