Blue. [DETRIOT: BECOME HUMAN- CONNOR ]

Twenty-one

Connors pov

"How did you get away?" Hank asked me as he helped me limp away from the abandoned warehouse door.

I'd been shot in the heel by a ricochet from 900's gun. Somehow, in a fit of blind rage I'd managed to jump 900 and shoot her with her own gun.

"900 is dead." I shouted to the police that surrounded the scene. "So is the woman he was controlling."

"That poor girl.." Mumbled Hank under his breath.

"Get a PR and check for life." Ordered the Police Captain, as the lieutenant and I pasted.

As the police hurried inside the building and sirens wailed all throughout the city, I felt a sudden peace, as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders-- It was over-- 900 was dead.

Holding tight to Hank's arm, I made my way to a blue, android-ambulance, which was parked in the back, behind the mess of cop cars and guns that had arrived in a rush over the past few minutes. A paramechanic ran out to me, and took me the rest of the way to the open back of the vehicle. He attached my chest to a harness of sorts that hung me from the ceiling. Hank stepped up into the car with me, and we exchanged a look as the mechanic began his work.

"Never do that again." He said firmly after a moment.

I smiled, coughing a dry chuckle, indigo blood leaking from my gums staining my plastic toungue.

Hank laughed quietly, placing his hand on my shoulder, then he looked me in the eye, studying my face.

"I'm glad you're okay." Was all he said, but I knew he had much more on his mind.

The mechanic wired me up to several sensors and machines silently, and he tapped a tube of blue blood in my neck, which began a drip of turquoise down my throat to replenish my drained coolant.

I stared at the ground, deep in thought. I heard the clank of the ambulance door shutting. It almost didn't feel real. It was over. I can go home; I can rest.

"Hank I.." I started to speak, though I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. "--I just.."

"It's alright, Connor." He interupted me quietly, "Don't try to put it into words."

I lifted my head to look at him. "No, I-its important." I stuttered, "I want you to know that I never would have made it this far.. I wouldn't be alive-.. if we hadn't met."

"I could say the same." He replied.

The paramechanic opened my torso, digging his hands into my guts. I stiffened a little as his hands gathered a batch of wires and began to flip through them.

Hank sighed. "I know you're not my son, Connor."

I kept my eyes on the metal floor, keeping my mind focused on his words.

"--but I've come to think of you that way." He continued, "and I feel it's my job to protect you, Even from yourself."

The mechanic removed his hands from my insides and shifted his attention to my leg, which he picked up, and removed my shoe to see the complete damage.

"I failed at that Connor." Hank finished his sentace, and I lifted my eyes to meet his.

"Hank. Don't talk like that. This isn't your fault. .. if it were anyone's fault it would be.." I paused mid sentace as the mechanic twisted off my foot entirely, the motion shifting my balance on the harness leaving me spining slowly, turning away from the lieutenant.

I sighed, reaching out my arm and pressing the wall gently with the nub of my wrist, and I spun back around to face him slowly. "If it's anyone's fault it would be--"

"Damn Cyberlife." Hank interupted me, "They made that damn killer."

I frowned. "They made me."

His face shifted, "I didn't mean it like--"

"I know."

"I just meant--"

"I know."

A silence fell between us. The mechanic, continuing his work stepped in front of me blocking my view of Hank. He held up my chin to look at the scrape marks across my face. Then he pressed firmly into my temple and dislodged my eye socket, sliding it out from my skull. He stepped back, turning to get a tool and I shifted my working eye to look at Hank. The detective kept his gaze on the floor.

"Sorry.." I mumbled quietly into the silent air.

"Don't apologise." Hank replied, keeping his eyes lowered.

The mechanic stood again, picking his tool through my head. The air was heavy and still for awhile.

"Hank. When I'm not working, what am I?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Hank answered.

"I don't know." I admitted. "Do you ever just feel like you're wasting your life?"

Hank's face shifted slightly as he thought through my words. "Well. Everyone feels like that sometimes, I th--."

Hank had more to say, but the paramechanic began to drill just behind my left eye, and the loud screeching was all I could hear. I grit my teeth. After a moment the technician lifted the tool away, and I could hear again. I opened my right eye again, looking at Hank's face.

"Let's not talk about this now, Connor." He stated.

"Alright." I agreed.

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