Plastic Faces

Waiting For Hank...

-November 6th, 2038 09:56AM

A Cyberlife disposal unit had been called to get rid of the deactivated detective unit, likely taken to the nearest scrapyard to be dumped instead of 'recycling' as had been stated. Though that might have been a joke.

Hank seemed to be in shock, though at the suddenness of the situation, not the body. He sat at his desk for a while before browsing through his computer mindlessly. RY300 stood behind him awkwardly for a bit, fidgeting with the increasingly uncomfortable android uniform he wore. He faked a cough into his hand to get the Lieutenants attention. The human looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, somehow still managing to look condescending at the same time. "Something you need?" he asked in a faux cheerful voice.

RY300 frowned "Are you alright?" Hank snorted "I'm not the one who got shot in the head if that's what you're asking." he turned halfway towards the android, clearly not intending to return to his endless browsing. "So what are you, a replacement?" he questioned, a sarcastic smile forming on his face "Plan B?" RY300 openly scowled at the man now, unintentionally prompting the Lieutenant to continue speaking.

"What exactly are you?" Hank asked, dropping his sarcastic tone and demeanor "I beg your pardon?" RY300 raised an eyebrow, looking a bit insulted. "You act more like a person than any other androids. Too human." He pointed at the uniform "I know Cyberlife is all about 'being the best in technology', but this seems like they've gone above and beyond." The human gestured vaguely at the android. "Plus, I've never seen another 'RY300' around." He recrossed his arms over his chest, leaning back into his cheap office chair. "So? New advanced model? Special edition?" he asked mockingly.

The android sneered at him "Something like that." Hank scoffed at the lack of useful information and turned back to his computer, ignoring the androids presence now.

Hank left the station soon after, no longer looking shaken and seemingly regained his bitter personality. The likelihood of him going home or to a bar was about 50 percent each. Humans.

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RY300 tapped his fingers against Hanks desk impatiently as he waited. Again. The android had foolishly assumed the late appearance of the Lieutenant at the crime scene was a one-time event. He'd been waiting for hours and the only eventful thing that took place was the twenty minutes that he and Reed had taken up glaring at each other from across the room.

He grabbed the attention of the nearest officer "Hey," the human turned around in surprise, catching sight of the android uniform almost immediately.They can't tell if I'm human or not without it. "Lieutenant Anderson," he gestured vaguely at the desk as he spoke "-what time does he normally arrive?" the officer seemed amused as she replied with a schooled smile "Whenever he feels like it, though this is kinda late for him." she glanced at the doorway briefly "He should be here soon."

RY300 grumbled to himself as he returned to the desk, sinking back into the chair with arms crossed. The officer gave him a strange look before going back to her duties.

The androids vision swept over the whole room, searching for anything to interrupt his boredom. Even a coffee spill would be enough. His gaze soon caught on an impossibly familiar android wandering towards the break room. "What the hell..." Curiosity peaked, RY300 moved from the desk to investigate.

There were two human officers in the break room already. Gavin Reed. Tina Chen. Female. Age:31. Officer.Connor seemed to be observing the contents of the room curiously. Gavin stopped his conversation and watched the android smugly. RY300 remembered having a very brief encounter with Detective Reed while walking into the station the day before. The whole interaction took a span of 3.5 seconds and consisted