Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)

Chapter 11

Connor finally makes his way to the park, his crying settled. He sits down on a small park bench and sighs, feeling the cold snow biting at his nose. The trees stand still, the sun rises and orange. Kids and their protective guardians flood the playground with sleds and snowboards. The kids wear jackets and protective clothing against the cool weather as they slide down hills, slopes, and through small and large balls of snow at each other behind large mounds of the frozen water powder... Connor sighs and leans against the cool metal of the bench, his breath visible in the air as small clouds. He scratches his hair, feeling the build-up of fake sweat in his hair. Sometimes, he feels that he is more human than androids because of so many prototype updates made by Kamski such as fake sweat, Tempacure, tiredness, and more complex emotions. Even though Markus succeeded in the rebellion, most android still stays normal; non-deviant. All androids in the police force are not deviant besides him and Conan sadly. Laws are still on the androids such as not being able to vote, drive vehicles, and have children.

"Sir?"

Connor looks down and sees a small boy by his feet. The boy is blonde-haired and wearing a blue jacket.

"Umm...I know you're an android but," He twiddles his thumbs, "C-Can I talk to you?"

Connor managed to smile and nods, scooting over. The boy sits down and appears to be 10 maybe 11. His sky blue eyes are filled with tears as he wipes his nose on his coat sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Connor asks, setting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"My parents.. They just don't like me. They say I'm too young to have a girlfriend or boyfriend." The boy whimpers, leaning into Connor's shoulder. "They were angrier when they saw me hugging a boy."

Connor sighs and rubs the boy's shoulder, trying to make him feel better. "Did you like him?"

"As a friend? Somewhat. I really like-liked him if you know what that means..."

Connor lowered his eyes, knowing that the boy was a 10-11-year-old child who was gay. Yet, he can't talk to the child about his sexuality. He's way too young to understand. So Connor stays silent, not knowing what to say.

"My parents say I have to be friends with girls because they are hermopherbs."

"Homophobes," Connor states and sighs sadly, feeling the pain that the child feels. He deeply connected with the young child not physically, but mentally. Both of them struggle with their love interest, try to keep it a secret but failed, and know people who don't accept them.

Connor looks up to see a family walk over with crossed arms.

"Link! Get over here." The mother scoffs, trying to walk on the salted sidewalk and avoid the snow so she doesn't ruin her precious shoes. Connor stands up but knows he shouldn't fight back since the child wasn't his.

"Why didn't you tell me he was over here!?" The father yells, getting into his face as the little boy stays sitting.

"I-I didn't know who you were. Your son just wandered over here and sat down with me." Connor says, scared of the large man.

"That doesn't mean you can't just let him be here! You could've told him to leave you plastic piece of shit." Then the man slaps Connor, causing him to get a bloody nose. He falls to the ground, clutching his nose.

"Stop daddy!" The boy sobs and runs over to Connor, which shocks him. "Androids are people too!"

The man stares at the child in hatred and grabs him by the arm. He pulls the boy harshly over to him, dragging him.

"Sir, that's child abuse."

Connor turns around to see Conan in a stylish black jacket. His hair is covered in the show and he wears a long scarf. His ice-blue eyes stare into the fathers, who are silent.

"You've also assaulted a Detroit Police detective," Conan says again, walking closer to the man.

The mother's facial expression becomes shocked. "George! Stop!"

The father drops the boy and stops over to Conan, angry. He clenches his fists, preparing to punch Conan but then he sees Conan's LED, which is flashing red and blue, signifying that he has contacted the police.

"I recommend that you don't do that George. I know you have had alcohol recently, it is in your breath." Conan states, getting closer to him.

The father huffs in anger as he lets Conan put handcuffs on him. The small boy runs over to Connor, who is now sitting next to the bench, still clutching his nose. Conan looks over to Connor, which Connor looks away from him and comforts the small boy, who is sobbing into his shoulder. The mother comes over to Connor and apologizes while Conan holds the man, waiting for the police to arrive. Hank sits at the corner of the road in his car, witnessing the whole event.