Stupid Coffee Machine!

Chapter 9

'BREAKING NEWS. BREAKING NEWS. BREAKING NEWS. '

Hank scoffs at the TV, standing up and stretching.

Hank lets out a relieved roll of breath as a few joints pop, relieving his body of stress and stiffness, Hank rolls his head over to Connor, smiling a little at him as he watched the curious android listen to the Telly.

"Breaking news tonight, Detective Reed Gavin and his android the RK900 has finally arrested the culprits behind the Eden Club killers. Detective Reed is in recovery now after being brutally beaten while the culprits an Eden Club android and a WR600 are being brought into questioning, back to you Todd"

Hank zoned out that last part, looking back at Connor with a smile.

"Hey id, Gavin got his ass kicked by an-"

"I know. It's quite funny" smirked Connor as he looked back at the TV. "Do you think he'll recover?"

"Don't know don't care"

"...RK900" Connor mumbled, raising a brow. "That's him, isn't it?"

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30/7/2039 9: 07: 23 AM

Detroit Hospital.

Though his brown eyes were open, he couldn't think maybe think of why? Why his heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it through his chest, his mind empty, a blank slank. Maybe a hypodermic amount of adrenaline had been empty to his carotid, he strains himself, his eyes still glued to the white ceiling of the hospital, his breathing steadies, every thought now as he rose was now in high definition, his eyes took in every ray of light and now without a doubt he knew he had slept for a long time, a concussion maybe. The noises now we're clear, a full swing of heavy traffic, nurses going down the hall, children crying, adults coughing. Sitting upright, he placed his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes shut slowly and letting out a breath of a sigh. He found the moment quite... Hushed. Until he glanced at whatever stared into deeply into his living soul. He gasped, jumping off the bed in such fright, landing on his buttocks with a thump and a-

"Mother trucker!" Gavin swore in pain, he hadn't expected to see RK900 right next to him, staring directly at him with an emotionless, scary stare. Those blue, daring eyes so keen and so sinister like, indescribable but so hypnotic. It didn't take long until Gavin placed himself up onto the bed, staring at the android.

"Where you watching me??" Gavin cringed, eyeing Nines in distaste. Nines could only nod.

"Yes"

"What the fuck, why??"

"You looked... Not so well so I thought I might watch you see if you were ok, I also don't have anywhere to go" Nines paused, thinking. "I hope you don't mind, you look better now"

Gavin flipped him off as he stood, taking out his drip and another needle. Nines watched in curiosity, watching as Gavin sat on the bed again, not looking at Nines.

"Well" began Nines, pausing as he stared constantly at Gavin.

"Well, what?" Gavin spat, angry.

"Are you going to name me? I am your android" the room goes quiet with Gavin looking at Nines as if freaked out, or more rather confused- no, he was flabbergasted.

"Name you?" "I have to name YOU?"

"Yes, I need a name"

"Name yourself, turd" Gavin flipped him off again, looking away. He scoffs in displeasure, annoyed.

"Is the name, turd, affirmative?"

"What? No! Jesus" Gavin groans, rubbing his face in exhaustion. "Richard. I'll call you Richard since it short for dick, all right?? Richard"

"OK. Richard"

"Whatever..."

There was silence until Richard spoke.

"The WR600 or rather Ralph had escaped"