Hank Anderson had just begun getting settled into his routine of having the RK800 android in his life and work. But he could have never expected a second android being forced into his care.
"I am model SPUTNIK100 made by the Russian CyberLife branch...
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"Lieutenant?" Connor has learned the hard way that harshly waking the Lieutenant in the morning never elicited a great response, especially after a night of drinking where Connor had to haul him home from a bar. Against his will and with very little cooperation. He had also managed to estimate the trajectory of Hanks' hand when he would sit up in a frenzy swatting at Connor and even occasionally catching him off guard. Adapting to human unpredictability as it may seem was something that he was programmed to do but had not yet mastered.
"Lieutenant wake up we have an assignment," Connor says leaning closer to Hank who only mumbled a string on incoherence before settling back into a more calm state. Connors' head tilted. This would be harder than he had previously estimated. Quickly Connor ran a search on how to wake someone up from a hangover. All results showed was the gentle and slow progression of assisting someone out of a hangover through the day. Connor didn't have time for that as the assignment was a pressing one and Connor had no choice but to accomplish his mission.
Without a second calculation, Connor raises his arm and whacks Hank across the face with an urgent "wake up Lieutenant it's urgent!" A stimulated sense of urgency with a physical shock may assimilate the feelings of danger, alerting the body and consciousness and rousing the subject sooner. To Connors dismay, the Lieutenant only turned his head and grumbled, "fuck Connor I didn't think your an advanced alarm clock." Before sitting up slowly, grumbling and yawning all the way to express his displeasure, making sure Connor was aware.
"Thank you, Lieutenant" Connor adds, his social programming prompting him to go to the kitchen and leave the man some space to come to himself.
***
Hank had fully expressed how angry he was at being woken in such a harsh manner leaving Connor to wonder if there was a problem in his social programming that hadn't informed him of Hanks reaction. He tabbed away a reminder that urged him to ask Hank if he would like him to go back to CyberLife so they could check for any bugs.
By the time they got to the station, a gentle rain began to spray the pavements with grey clouds rumbling to the forefront of their field of view.
Hank got out of the car mumbling something to himself that didn't go unregistered by Connor. Connor stifly followed suit, stretching out his legs wondering when the plastic of his joints would adjust to the new movement.
As they walk into the precinct, the android receptionist nodding a greeting towards the man who walked past her as if he did not even hear her speak.
"Hey, Hank!"
Before Connor could put face to voice he put voice to name. Gavin. Hank loudly sighs and stops in his tracks.
"Reed." Hank mutters out with an unregistered amount of disgust, letting the other detective aware of his displeasure. This apparently fell to deaf ears for Gavin who still approached in his cocky way.
