Origninal Over Fakes (Connor X Reader)

Chapter 2

Your POV

Trial 118 for the RK800 model.

"Hello. I am 313 248 317. How can I be of assistance?"

I gape at the Android who is properly speaking now.

Despite not sleeping for seventy-two hours, I feel the excitement hitting me like huge wave or electricity. It fills my tired body with energy.

"Yes!" I exclaim, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. Hopping up and down, I throw my hands into the air, cheering. "Finally, yes! Ha! Eat ass Wilson!" Gasping, I turn my attention back to the Android. "I need to test you on a few things if that's alright?"

"Of course, Miss. (Y/n)." And his voice-- thank God that is good. I've had to listen to the same set of phrases for five days trying to look and create his voice. . . Good thing that it paid off. . . 

Glancing in the calendar, a smile forms on my lips as I let out a loud sigh. 

I might actually be able to get this done on time.

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For some strange reason, I get called into the DPD's station to see Captain Jeffery Fowler.

Rubbing my hands together, I hold them up to my mouth, breathing warm air into them as if it was a little, frozen bird. Looking through the glass doors, I walk up the steps and enter. Wiping my boots on the mat, I walk up to an ST300-- a secretary based android.

"I'm (y/n), (L/n). Captain Fowler called me for a meeting?" I can tell that my tone is heavy with uncertainty.

I can't figure out why I'd be asked to go to the police department. Technically speaking, I am not a qualified officer nor do I have any real job experience in the forensic field. I've been called to a few labs but it isn't my job.

"Yes, he is waiting for you in his office at the back." With a plastic smile, she nods for me to pass. I appreciate the variation of androids. At least then it doesn't feel like you're going into the same building all of the time. 

I thank her before passing the glass gates. Glancing around, I wonder if Hank is around or on a case. It's rather early for the man so is he even in? He could be drunk and passed out again. 

A light chuckle escapes me when I watch Connor raise a set of headphones to his ear, only to pull away from shock.

Must be a pretty metal song.

"Loud right?" I question, stopping beside the Android. "Heavy metal."

"It is. . . Different," he answers.

"Probably because you haven't heard a lot of music before," I respond, smiling a bit. "Is the Lieutenant around?"

"He hasn't come in yet," Connor answers. "I didn't know that you worked here."

"I don't but someone requested to see me." Giving a small smile. "I can't figure out why but I guess I'll see in a few minutes."

"Are you in trouble? Should I be concerned?"

I gasp, placing a hand over my heart to feign pain. "If I must inform you, I have never broken the law in the past."