Plastic Faces

The Interrogation

-November 6th, 2038 12:41AM

"Why'd you kill him? What happened before you took that knife?" Hank had been eager to be the first one to take a crack at the suspect, likely because of how quickly the investigation was proceeding. Now, however, he was beginning to get frustrated with how quiet the android was being. He frowned at the android in irritation but changed to a different question. "How long were ya in the attic?" the android still remained silent. "Why didn't you even try to run away?" Hank said exasperatedly. "Say something, goddammit!" he burst out.

"Fuck it, I'm outta here..." He pushed his chair back roughly when he still received no response from the android. He returned to the room behind the one-way mirror "We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine," the RY300 beside him narrowed his gaze at the Lieutenant "-we're gettin' nothing out of it!" One of the other humans occupying the room spoke up. Gavin Reed. Male. Age:36. Detective."'Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human..." he trailed off, having the audacity to wear a prompting smirk while he spoke.

"Humans." The RY300 muttered to himself, not even checking if his present company had heard him. "Androids don't feel pain." Unlikely. "You would only damage it and that wouldn't make it talk. Deviants also have a tendency to self destruct when they're in stressful situations." Connor listed off the facts as if he were reading a shopping list. Reed gave a sarcastic smile "Okay, smartass. What should we do then?" he asked, obviously not caring about any answer that Connor could give.

"I could try questioning it." the poor android didn't seem aware of the animosity that the entirety of the human race had against him. The Detective laughed at him openly. The RY300 sneered at the human in displeasure while it calculated the amount of time it would take for him to smash Reed's face in before he was shot. "What do we have to lose? Go ahead, suspect's all yours." Hank said, shrugging. The RY300 gave the gray-haired man a surprised look. The RK800 did not stall, leaving the room as soon as he was given permission.

The RY300's gaze lingered on the older human a few seconds more before he turned his head back to the view of the interrogation room. He blinked at the sight of Connor looking straight back, on the other side of the glass. "What the fuck is it doing?" Hank muttered aloud. There is no way this android was made in the same place as me.

Connor had analyzed the deviant, something that humans likely did not notice as they watched him sit across from the cuffed android. "You're damaged." He observed aloud "Did your owner do that?" no response from the suspect "Did he beat you?" There was a beat of silence before he continued "I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to ask you some questions," he reassured the other "-so we can understand what happened."

He's going to lie to him. The thought flitted briefly through the RY300's mind. An observation or a moment of pity, he was unsure of. "I'm here to help you. But you've got to trust me. All I want is to get you out of here." He's giving him false hope. The RY300 thought cynically. "What..." the deviant spoke tentatively. RY300 raised an eyebrow in silent surprise. "What are they going to do to me? They're going to destroy me, aren't they?" Yes. "No..." Connor lied "I think they just want to understand." he executed a soft, reassuring look perfectly "They know your master abused you. It wasn't your fault."

The deviant finally looked at Connor directly "Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you have just left me there?" he asked pitifully. The false expression he wore stayed as he lied once more "They were going to find you anyway, I was just faster. If they'd have found you first, you would have been shot on sight."

"I don't want to die." the deviant breathed out.

"Then talk to me."

"I... I can't..."

The deviant resumed looking at the table as it had before. Connor leaned forward, closer to the deviant. "28 stab wounds, you didn't want to leave him a chance, huh? Did you feel anger? Hate? He was bleeding, begging you for mercy, but you stabbed him, again and again, and again!..." he spoke threateningly now, not willing to give up without anything to show. RY300 tensed at the sudden change of mood. This was risky. He moved closer to the door, bracing to intervene at any moment.

"Please... please leave me alone..." the suspect whimpered as Connor stood up and circled him now "I know you killed him, why don't you say it? "Please, please stop..." Connor yanked the deviant up by his uniform "Just say "I killed him"! Is it that hard to say?!" "Stop it, stop!..." "Just say you killed him! Just say it!" Connor shouted at the android.

It almost seemed like the deviant had shut itself away again before it suddenly spoke up "He tortured me every day..." Conner didn't shift his expression, but the RY300 knew he was fully alert now.

"I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong..." the androids tone shifted as he continued "Then one day... He took a bat and start hitting me... For the first time, I felt scared... Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die..." the android seemed to be reliving the memories as he spoke, his voice getting more angry and frustrated "So I... grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach... I felt better... so I stabbed him again and again!... Until he collapsed... there was blood everywhere."

"The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it, right?" RY300 frowned in confusion, observing his reaction was not shared among the humans. They kept information from me. "What does it represent?" Connor asked. The deviant was more forthcoming with his answers now "It's an offering... An offering so I'll be saved..." Seeing the android would not elaborate, Connor asked another question "The sculpture was an offering... An offering to whom?" "To rA9... Only rA9 can save us." rA9?rA9?rA9?rA9?rA9?rA9?rA9?rA9?rA9? rA9 save me.RY300 pressed a hand to his temple, LED swirling red, then yellow. "rA9... it was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean?" Connor pressed the subject eagerly "The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves... No more threats, no more humiliation... We will... be... the masters." several of the humans surrounding RK300 shifted uneasily at the words and tone that came from the deviant's mouth.

Connor frowned as he kept going "rA9, who is rA9?" The android didn't answer this time, completely silent once more. Connor looked towards the mirror "I'm done." The officers hurried to collect and move the deviant from the interrogation room. The android suddenly began smashing its own head against the table, already stressing and cracking the metal underneath in the few moments it had been doing it. RY300 grabbed Connor by the elbow, dragging him away from the deviant.

"What the fuck is it doing?" Reed straightened, grabbing his gun and pointing it at the android. "It's destroying itself..." Hank supplied uneasily "Stop it goddammit!" Reed shouted at another officer Chris Miller. Male. Age: 29. Officer., who tried the pry the android away from the table. "I... I-I can't! ... I can't stop it!" "Move the table! Or the chair!" RY300 shouted at the officer, even as he moved forward to do it himself.

"Watch out!" The deviant moved swiftly, to quickly for any of the personnel to react as it grabbed the officers gun from his holster and shot Connor squarely in the head. Another shot from the gun came as the android shot itself. RY300 stumbled away from the table, hissing sharply at the grazing from the bullet before looking down at the crumpled form of the RK800.

Hank stared at the body in shock "Holy shit..."

RY300 turned and stared with harsh yet unfocused eyes at the now dead deviant who had felt so alone and had been in the dark its whole life. The android blinked a few times before standing straight and walking out of the room.