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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It had taken 7 days and 11 hours for Fowler to give them the thumbs up for questioning Elijah Kamski. Connor had eagerly waited for this 'go ahead' that would help him progress his mission. After failing two assignments and not catching three deviants, a certain sensation began filling Connor that he felt even now as they sat in the car, flakes of white whirring past the car, replacing the greyness that was bought about by rain to a blinding white that extended from the ground to the sky.
Katya watched Connor flip his coin between his fingers. An odd action. Similar to the human equivalent of fidgeting when one became nervous. But according to Connor, when asked about his coin flipping, he did not have the capability to be nervous, or anxious. Connor had asked Katya what she liked and disliked and how she made the differentiation. He enjoyed learning things like that. Little, minuscule things stood out to him, like her liking of watching a raindrop as it drops and rearranged into splatters before shrinking back in to form a little puddle. She said it was fascinating. And he decided that he liked talking to her. When they spoke he seemed to forget his mission, he felt greater, more important and more appreciated. He also decided that he liked to play with his coin. It was still mesmerising for Katya to watch the coin seamlessly pass through his fingers. The deft movements beginning to set Hank's nerves on edge with the anticipation of meeting the infamous Elijah Kamski.
The man, although he wouldn't admit vocally began to take a deeper liking towards these androids. Katya had, as promised, helped him get the alcohol out of his system, although he didn't seem too grateful about it in that moment, he did appreciate her help. Both her and Connor had managed to pry away any alcohol from the house and kept him away from any bars for the past few days. And he had never felt so awake and alive. Ironically, this was bought about by two machines, that were considered to be nothing more nothing less than their constructed purpose. To Hank at least, they seemed to be the most alive encounter he had in many years, occasionally even bringing back glimpses of his instincts that were strictly reserved for the idea of 'paternity'. The three had just begun falling into an odd yet somewhat normal regime which no longer felt unwanted or intrusive to Hank, instead he felt the hollow emptiness fill slightly. He liked going home and having someone to interact with, helping him be less miserable. He liked waking up and seeing the same androids, Connor usually wanting to discuss a book he had read overnight and Katya waking up with Sumo when he bounds up to receive his breakfast.
As the car pulled to a stop at an extravagant and stylistic home, Connor's social programming urged him to comment on its grand structure. Even if he had no personal appreciation for the piece. He somehow had learned to find things fascinating, like he found this house a rather visually satisfying structure. If it were not for Hank's rising stress levels he would have commented on it, sparking a debate or discussion with Katya about some obscure topic. Their frequent debates and discussions that often ran throughout the day, new arguments being introduced every now and then with Connor approaching Hank saying 'would this be an appropriate argument-' before Hank cuts him off, shooing him away, not wanting to be part of their philosophies that only made his head hurt.
