"Running diagnostics. . .Systems all up and ready to go. No misplacements or reconstruction needed. Model RK800, serial #313 248 317 at your service." His voice came exactly as you wanted, calm and soothing. Perfect for a negotiator. You were suspended in disbelief. "It, it worked. . . hi." "Scanning. . . Dr.(Y/N), creator assisted by a sliver of blueprints that were left by Dr. Kamski in your care at the time of his retirement. Hello, what do you need Model RK800 prototype #1 to do for you?" Perhaps a little cold and detached too, but what did you expect? You smiled gently, fiddling with the coin in your hand. "That's not necessary. . .and that model number doesn't really roll off the tongue. I shall name you." "Very well, although I would like to remind you that I am a prototype and that I am not a living being that is needed to be called by something. Ready to accept name." "Reminder accepted. . . Connor." "Hello, Dr. (Y/N). My name is Connor." You took his hand for a shake, him quickly reciprocating it once he realized it was a socially accepted action used by humans for greetings. Your eyes twinkled, making sure he took the coin even though he was about to question it. "Hi Connor. It's nice to finally meet you." |ConnorxProgrammar!Reader| Creator!Reader| Android & Human|Fem!Reader|

WARNING: This book contains HUGE Detroit: Become Human spoilers. Don't read it if you don't want them. Updates every other Saturday. Connor wasn't the only prototype sent to keep an eye on deviants. [Y/N], model TZ100, serial #313 248 821. It was created by CyberLife in August of 2038 when CyberLife decided that someone needed to keep an eye on Connor. Regular exposure to deviants wouldn't be enough to make it deviate, itself. Someone else had to assist it. [Y/N] was equipped with almost all of Connor's crime-solving programming, as well as better human-mimicking capabilities. [Y/N] was programmed to seem like a deviating android. Then their deviancy was no longer synthesized.

In this story, Connor is Hank's son. You are the android that accompanies them. Will you finally crawl out of your programmed shell, or will you just be another piece of robotic plastic with no feeling what so ever?

*Female pronouns* ✧ In which you have an extreme fear of androids. Started: June 29, 2018 Ended: - this book does contain swearing and violence! - and angst but i put something weird after it like i'm on crack, so i'm sorry - also slow updates )):

"[Y/N], what is your biggest fear?" "Existing. I'm so terrified of living a life where I don't inspire anyone, where the only people who remember me when I die is my family, and after two generations have passed where I haven't been around, they'll forget me too. I want to live, Connor. I want to make a difference." He stares at me, eyes boring into mine. "What's your greatest fear, Connor?" "Having to live a day without you in it."