Connor's POV
Seeing Hank sitting on the bench, I get out and walk towards him.
He glanced up. "Nice view huh? I used to come here a lot before."
Before what?
He takes a drink from his beer.
"Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?"
"Do all Androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you?" He sounds annoyed.
"I saw a photo of a child on your kitchen table." He seems uncomfortable. "It was your son, right?"
"Yeah. His name was Cole." There is a tone in his voice-- one I can't understand. He is quiet after.
"Before what?" I ask. "You said, ' I used to come here a lot before.' before what?"
"Before. . . Before nothing."
Looking around, I feel like nothing is being done. "We are not making any progress in this investigation. The deviants have nothing in common." I can't find anything to connect them. . . Nothing except for. . . "rA9. It's almost like some kind of myth. Something they invented that wasn't a part of their original program."
"Androids believing in God. . . Fuck, what's this world coming to?"
He seems. . . Preoccupied. . . By something.
"This two girls, they just wanted to be together. They really seemed. . . To be in love."
Androids. . . Can't love. . . Right? We are not made to love.
"You seem troubled Lieutenant. I didn't think machines could have such an effect on you," I comment.
There is a pause as he stands. "What about you Connor?"
What about me?
Hank approaches. "You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?"
He seems curious-- is he testing me?
"I'm whatever you want me to be," is the answer I give. "Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task."
He comes closer. "You could have shot those two girls but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot Connor?" I feel him shove me back like I did something wrong.
Why didn't I shoot them? They are deviants. I am an Android made to investigate deviants. That is my purpose.
"Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?" He seems hostile.
"No. I just decided not to shoot." Is that the right answer? "That's all. . ."
The man suddenly pulls out his pistol, pointing it at my head. "But are you afraid to die Connor?"
Am I? I am a machine-- I can be replaced. I can feel my pump pumping quickly. Am I only a machine? Then why is my pump malfunctions especially around. . . Around (y/n). . . And I just want to hug her all of the time. . .
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Origninal Over Fakes (Connor X Reader)
FanfictionThey say that intelligence walks hand in hand with depression. Why? Because they always think a head to try and avoid those dead ends in life. (Y/n) (L/n) is one of those people: think ahead and prepare for as many scenarios as she can: Death, fail...