Connor-4 found himself lying on an examination table when he powered on. The room was empty and he wasn't restrained. He stayed put. CyberLife knew what they were doing. He just had to wait for his interactions here.
Just as he expected, two lab techs came in a few minutes later, chatting. He watched them put their tools in order. Probably just some fine tuning to be done before he could start his next mission. He listened to the scientists talk.
"I don't know. Everyone's pissed at us about it, but Kamski made the damn thing. The media should be knocking on his door with the news of this whole android revolution thing. Our androids work."
The man sounded annoyed, but it was still casual. Like they were discussing some sort of politics. Connor scanned the internet and found what they were talking about. A deviant had declared himself to be alive on national TV. Interesting.
"Please, if our androids worked like they should than why was RK here put into field testing three months early? It doesn't matter if it was Kamski's or not. We're responsible according to the news."
Connor watched as the man took off the main panel on his chest. He put it beside the table and pulled over his tray of tools. Connor knew what most of them did without even having to look them up. He had made it a past time to figure them out based solely on the warnings they triggered.
"I just... Face forward, RK." Connor obeyed. "I think it's dumb. All products come with bugs, so cut us some slack, ya know? At least we're trying to fix it."
Connor felt the panel behind his ear come off. Left side audio input went down as well. Something was plugged in, and the previous Connor's memories started to download. Connor watched flashes of the life he had inherited as the conversation around him faded. It was only a few minutes before the transfer was complete.
"Yeah, it's finished, Greg."
Greg pulled the cord out from behind Connor's ear and replaced the panel. Hearing was immediately put back online.
"Run memory cleanup and diagnostic."
Connor obeyed. There were 73 different memories the previous iteration had marked for analysis, and a long list of tasks and inquiries with different priority levels. He ran through the memories deleting irrelevant markers and marking new ones that better fit the purpose. He also noted the patches where time was lost or the data stream had been corrupted.
"There are 7.25 hours of missing data between the 4th and 7th of November, 2038. Corrupted memories add another 2.5 hours for a total of 9.75 hours of total memory loss."
"Considering it had a cracked motherboard and shit, I'd say that's pretty good."
"Henry was pissed when he found out they had let it run around all weekend like that. Thought the guy was gonna break something. Some tech said he wanted the diagnostic data. He'll be lucky if he has a job after all this."
"Freaking dumbass. If the public finds out about this, you know they're gonna blame us for those deaths in Stratford tower."
Connor reviewed the new memories he had for the events of Stratford tower. He had been assaulted by a deviant who then went on to kill several law enforcement officers. Connor had died protecting his owner, Hank Anderson.
Connor immediately followed the train of thought, looking at memories of Anderson to try and determine his personality. He frowned at the inconsistent data. It was troublesome at best.
"RK, stand up."
Connor noticed they had finished working on him. He obeyed, quietly standing before the two lab assistants. They ran a few calibration sequences and ordered him to run diagnostics. It was the usual routine.
