The damage Connor had received was more troublesome than he had originally anticipated. The dull warning in the back of his head distracted him from his work, and his audio and visual sensors were touchy at best. Sometimes he was unable to adjust properly to the light, causing visual warnings to pop up. Luckily, not a lot of people were using the Observation Room, and he could spend time working in the dim light to keep the warnings to a minimum. His audio was similar. Sometimes it worked fine, but other times he heard ringing that came from nowhere and overloaded his input modules. Often the two issues coincided causing an even greater level of discomfort.
While those issues were inconvenient, he had had plenty of experience with unpleasant warnings. The real issue was with his processor. The damage was sporadic, but was more likely when he was using his processor for heavy analysis. He would find himself looping through thoughts and getting confused. He also noticed random chunks of time were missing from his memory modules. It made working on Rupert's diary impossible. He could spend the entire weekend on it and get nothing done. It frustrated him more than anything, and bound him to doing mainly menial tasks.
He also tried to develop relationships with the officers on duty. There were only a few, but they seemed willing enough to talk to him. He learned that Chris Miller had just fathered his first child. The officer smiled joyfully and showed Connor pictures, and Connor responded appropriately by commenting on how much the infant looked like his dad. It was a silly tradition to Connor, but he obliged for the sake of the officer.
Detective Reed came in on Sunday. Connor was less confident about starting a conversation with him, but he did so anyways. It was unpleasant. Reed's violent nature triggered another audio and visual error, and Connor found it difficult to hold his neutral expression. He thought he had succeeded, but by the end of the encounter Reed was commenting on his glitched hardware.
The fact that others were able to notice worried Connor. He was constantly sending diagnostic data back to CyberLife. They assured him they would call him back in on Monday when more technicians were available. They only did emergency work over the weekend, and since he was still functional, it wasn't an emergency. Connor would have to deal with the warnings and unreliable processors for a while longer.
Connor went to the Zen garden to report about the weekend. It had been a while. Amanda wasn't happy with his lack of progress, and she didn't like how much Connor was focusing on his relationships with the other officers. He didn't understand why, but he determined to work on that. Other than Hank, there was no need to get involved in the lives of the officers. Hank was his partner, though. They needed to be on good terms, and that meant Connor needed to be better at predicting what Anderson wanted.
They were interrupted by a new case. A murder. Connor was both relieved and anxious. He was glad to have something to do, but would he be able to function well with the hardware issues he was facing? He was made to adapt. He would have to try as best he could.
Lieutenant Anderson wasn't at Jimmy's bar. Connor was frustrated at the man for never answering his phone. What was the point of having a phone if it was always off? Perhaps Anderson was at home.
Connor found the Lieutenant passed out on his kitchen floor. After sobering him up and getting yelled at, he persuaded the Lieutenant to leave by mentioning that the murder took place at a sex club. Anderson didn't need to know it was an android based operation. That was likely to hinder his cooperation.
While Anderson cleaned himself up, Connor took the liberty of looking around the living room and kitchen. He pat Sumo, silently thanking the dog for not attacking him when his master had ordered him to. Anderson had done a lot of yelling, yet he didn't appear to be upset with Connor. He had even been okay with Connor ignoring his orders to leave him alone.
