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 didn't take too long for Kamski to finish. Even then Hank was being nervous, asking a passing Chloe to allow them to see her, she had simply told them that she received strict instructions from Elijah to not let them in. Whilst Hank was nervously pacing, Connor stared at his hands. Dumbstruck at how he hesitated for even a moment. He actually considered shooting. It took more of him to not shoot her and that made something in his abdomen twist as if a set of wires were beginning to enmesh themselves. When Katya finally did come out, her eyes were glassy and her expression seemed impenetrable. Hank had hugged her thanking God she was okay and she began to cry slightly. Connor couldn't bring himself to look at her. He thought about her seeing his face at the end of the gun, looking down at her and her knowing she could die at his hands. Kamski didn't come to see his guests out and Hank was thankful for that.
The car ride was silent. Not a single word being said in mutual recognition that then wasn't the time to ask questions. And when they got through the door of Hank's house Katya slumped over the kitchen table, rubbing her temples, her LED spinning yellow consistently. Hank looked at her, offered her coffe, being unsure whether she can drink it or even taste it. She nods gratefully. Connor places him in the chair next to her, looking at her. Observing the minute twitches of her eyebrow downwards. His own LED spun yellow, trying to figure her out, even more so than before. Know the burning questions pushed through and he knew he had to get an answer now.
"A few months ago." She begins and Hank brings her the coffee setting it down and Connor sits straighter.
"When they first woke me up, they said I was made for a mission, they had saved my life. I was in an accident. A car crash, and CyberLife had a project and they knew I would die so they used me. I think they initially built us as ideal soldiers, capable of so much more than a human or an android alone." Connor and Hank are completely silent, listening to her. "The precision, skills, and total obediance of an android but the unpredictability, ability to think and adaptability of a human."
"They planted a miniature thirium pump within my heart to pump thirium to my installations, added processors in my brain, programmed a mission, followed android protocol. And created a human android." She says sighing, examining her shirt that was half open revealing a black tank top that was still wet with blood. Hank seethed. Kamski most certainly knew about this, by his smug look and complete nonchalance he most likely even designed this, making her a subject of his little experiments. Hank was torn between being happy that her life was saved and feeling intense anger at the fact that this is what they made her, they made her half a machine, her body working with mechanical components and her programming. She had to fight it.
"At first my organs rejected the installations and they were about to give up but somehow I pulled through. Sometimes I wish I hadnt." Connor noticed how her lips turned downward, replicating feelings of guilt, disgust or sadness. But now he knew that all of her expressions were real, they weren't imitations of human feelings, she actually felt them. And suddenly the weight of her expressionism settled. It must be a heavy burden to carry. To be a machine when in fact, your humanity still clung onto your soul.
