Connor stepped out of the taxi in front of the DPD. Even though it was his first time walking into the building, he didn't feel the same sense of wonder Connor-2 had felt. He remembered all of it, and the Thirium residue reminded him of his past failure. No one was in sight.
"Where can I find Hank Anderson?" He asked one of the service androids.
"Lieutenant Anderson is currently on leave after the death of his partner."
Connor frowned. This was going to make things difficult. He looked into Captain Fowler's office. No one was there.
"Where can I find Captain Fowler?"
"Conference room A." She motioned to the hall. "It's just past those doors."
"Thank you."
Connor hoped to sneak into the back of the conference room without causing too big of a disturbance, but as soon as he entered everyone turned. Anderson was there, as well as Beth Norris, one of the techs from CyberLife. Connor looked at each of the people. Detective Reed was in here, as well as Wilson and Fowler.
"Connor." Hank stood.
"Hello, Lieutenant." Connor stood straighter in the presence of a CyberLife employee. He had seen Beth not two days ago. Why was she here?
"RK800, please take a seat. It's good to see you made it."
Connor obeyed, feeling as though he missed something he was supposed to have known. Beth continued despite the obvious tension from Reed and Anderson specifically.
"We've talked through the situation several times, but now that RK is here, we should be able to start making some headway with the issues we've discussed. To start, why don't we have the android tell us its side of the situation. RK800, what happened just before your shut down last Friday?"
Connor frowned. He was in group therapy. He looked at the faces around him. This was not how things should be. CyberLife and the DPD understood things differently. Which way was he supposed to portray the story? He knew the answer. Anderson and the others could get mad at him, but Beth could send him back for more testing. That would only hinder the investigation more.
"Due to the nature of the case I worked immediately prior to the incident, my stress levels were elevated. One of the androids I came into contact with in the basement of Zlatko's house transmitted a virus to me that began to affect my systems once my stress raised above 90 percent. I turned deviant at that point and attacked Detective Reed. This caused an incident to occur in which stress levels peaked at 100 percent, causing me to self destruct."
"Bullshit." Hank interrupted from his seat in the corner.
Anderson was sitting leaned back with his arms crossed. Connor could imagine him not having cooperated in any of these sessions, and wondered if they were doing him any good.
"Lieutenant," Beth said with careful deliberation. "RK800 is simply stating the way things were from its perspective."
"Yeah, well I'm calling bullshit. I was there. I watched him reach into his fucking head and snap his own brains in half, okay? He said it hurt. He was fucking begging me to shoot him!"
"Androids can't feel pain, Lieutenant." Connor interrupted. "That fact alone proves I had turned deviant."
"At what fucking point does being deviant change how your entire fucking body works, Connor? I don't know a damn thing about how robots work, but it sure as hell doesn't make sense for a virus to fucking make you able to feel any goddamn differently than you already did!"
"Anderson, please sit back down." Beth tried to soothe him. "Let RK800 finish."
"His fucking name is Connor, and I'm not going to sit here and listen to whatever bullshit you want to try and force him to say."
