One Shots ➝ Detroit: Become Human (hiatus)

Curiosity ➝ Connor

ok idk what this is i randomly thought of this idea
interrupting your regularly scheduled fluff with sadness in space ™
connor is basically android curiosity rover
hank and connor ambiguous relationship

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Connor supposed he was lonely. He had never appreciated what he had while he still had it. He didn't appreciate what he had, back in those days. He didn't even know he could appreciate anything.

The small human crew who took him and the other two exploration androids (dubbed "Kara" and "Markus") to the surface didn't stay for long enough, in Connor's opinion. Connor remembered being treated like one of the humans when Hank was around. Their small research station felt somehow homely, without him even having felt a home before. But, of course, they left. They wouldn't have had enough supplies to stay any longer. He only knew this because Hank told him this with watering eyes just before he left.

He wasn't alone, so to speak. Not until, after years, a particularly nasty storm took out Markus. Kara, who he previously suspected was a deviant but stayed quiet about it, shut herself down out of grief. Nothing like witnessing the death of the only other people on the planet to make you start feeling emotions. Learning emotions was hard on your own. He thought he was doing okay, in that aspect.

For a years, he continued the reports as normal. It was dull, quiet and tiring. He didn't even know he could feel tired. The harsh conditions became monotonous, damage became normal.

He was built to be sturdy because he was made for this. But, when he gave it more than a split second of thought, he realised he was made to die out here. His skin couldn't form anymore, not properly. The few patches of pale skin tone were barely visible under the layers of grime and dust.

Again, again, again.

Another sample. Recording the iron levels. Recording the nitrogen levels. Recording the-

His joints locked up. He knew this would come, some day. It was already becoming hard to move most parts of his body. Space dust in the creases of your exoskeleton mixed with low thirium levels was not good for his body. Random patches of his chassis were tacky with evaporated thirium, causing more of the ground to stick to him once he fell.

He wondered if Hank was still alive. He hoped so. His desperate attempts to send a final message to him were futile.

As the last of his energy expended, his unmoving jaw emitted a garbled song.

"Happy birthday to me."