His LED Is Red, His Blood Is Blue, Could He Be A Deviant, Too?

Connor's Fear

Connor's P.O.V

I boot up from my rest and sit up. I'm greeted by Sumo, Lieutenant Anderson's "attack" dog. He paws at my bio-compartment and licks my hand.
"You need to use the bathroom it seems. Come on, let's go to the backyard."
I get out of the bed and make it up, changing the sheets and fluffing the pillows. I open my door.
"It is currently 6:27 A.M."
I scan the hallway and Ann's bedroom door. She is still asleep. Sumo and I quietly amd quickly go downstairs as not to wake her. Lieutenant Anderson is no longer home, a note at the end of the stairs reads,

Connor,
I had to go on a field case with Captain Fowler. Take care of the house and Ann for me. If anything happens, I'll shove my foot up your ass.
Hank

I chuckle to myself. I set the nite on the table and head to the backyard. I open the door and Sumo runs into the grass. He does his business, then comes over to me, a frisbee in his mouth.
"Ah, you want to play?"
I take it amd throw it, Sumo barking for what I believe is called "joy", while he runs to retrieve it. He brings it back and we continue to play.
"I thought I heard the back door open. Sumo needed to potty?" I hear.
I turn around to see Ann. I scan her quickly. She has just woken up and has not eaten since our cafeteria trip. She is dressed in a silk purple nightgown that reaches her knees. I see a notification pop up for an error in the corner of my left side view, but I simply ignore it for now. I can do a program check later.
"Good morning, Ann. Yes, he wanted to be outside for his business and then we started playing. Are you hungry? I could make you some breakfast," I say.
She smiles and nods. Opening the door, I notion to Sumo to come inside, which he does. He paces over to his bed and rests. Ann sits on the couch and turns the TV on, flipping through channels until she reaches a desired one.
"What would you like?" I ask while opening the refrigerator and scanning it's contents.
"Why don't we make pancakes? Sumo likes pancakes, don't you, bubba?" She chimes.
Sumo perks up and heads over to the couch.
"My scans indicate we have the necessary ingredients to do so," I explain, pulling out what is needed.
I hear Ann come up behind me. Her body temperature was exactly 97°, I could feel and measure her warmth from behind me.
"I'll help," she offers.
"No need, I am capable of making any food, perfectly if needed."
She sighs.
"That's not the point," she says grabbing the eggs from my arms. Another error pops up as I watch her pace to the cupboard, retrieving a bowl.
Her blond hair is obviously dyed over her dirty blond hair, her roots show her natural color. It's cut shoulder length, and I detect a hint of pink dye still lingering in it.
"Would you like me to pick up a box of blond hair dye for you later on?" I ask.
She looks at me, I don't know how to process her reaction.
"Oh, uh.. If you want to, Dad nor ally helps me dye it, but since he isn't home and if he doesn't come home in time, could you help me, Connor?" she asks, not making eye contact with me.
"Of course. I can perfectly cover every individual stand of hair if you'd like me to, to assure full coverage," I explain.
She giggles and looks at me, blush covering her face. I feel myself heat up, and another error pops up.
We start making pancakes, Sumo looming below us. Ann makes tiny ones for him a throws them in his direction, to which he catches in his mouth flawlessly. I finish making a full batch, twenty exactly, and place the on a plate on the counter. Ann grabs one and tastes it. Her eyes seem to light up
"Connor, this is amazing! It's so soft and sweet!"
She takes a few more and gives half of one to Sumo, then one full one, she hands out to me.
I take it and taste. Just how I calculated.
"Yes, my calculations were spot on. I told you-"
She cuts me off.
"Yeah, but take in the taste!"
I bite into it again and focus on the taste. I taste every ingredient.
"Yes, I taste everything used."
She groans.
"Focus on the flavors together," she says, handing me another one.
I accept and take a bite. The sweetness of the sugar, the spice of the cinnamon, the fluff of the eggs and flour. It all comes together to make a sweet breakfast.
"It is rather good," I say as I yet again see an error.
Ann seems concerned and see steps closer to me, placing her thumb on my LED.
"I've noticed your LED turning yellow, almost red lately. Are you okay, Connor? Am I saying the wrong things?" she asks.
"No, there must be a bug in my systems. I'll do a diagnostics check." I explain.
I run the software and after exactly 2 minutes and 15 seconds, my analysis comes back. Nothing.
"I don't detect anything wrong in my programming."
She looks directly into my eyes. Again, error.
Why is it only with her I receive these errors. I fell a jolt, and I heat up. It feels like my heart is racing.
"Could.. could I be-" I start.
"Connor.." she says softly.
"Deviant," I finish.
She hugs me, something I did not expect.
"Connor, you're not bad if you're deviant, okay? Don't worry. If you go deviant, I'll help you. My life is dedicated to that. You won't suffer."
I process.
The error takes over my view.