"What I'd really like to know," Fowler says slowly, disapproving gaze fixed on Connor while Hank wheezes and tries to smother his laughter, "is why Detective Reed has submitted a formal complaint against you saying you threatened him." "No threats were made, Captain," Connor says evenly, calm despite the scowl Reed is levelling at him from the other side of the office. "I know better than to antagonise someone so deeply mired in anti-android stigma." "Then please explain to me why I'm dealing with, and I quote, "that fake plastic detective aggressively T-Posing at me in the bathroom"." Hank loses his battle against professionalism, laughing so hard he nearly falls out of his chair. "I was asserting my dominance," Connor says simply. Connor is adjusting. Hank helps, in his own way.

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"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|

"He's an Android. No feelings, no emotion, not ALIVE." . . . . What if they're wrong? What if he has FEELINGS? EMOTIONS? What if he IS ALIVE? Do I even have feelings for a robot? No.....I can't.. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ : This story does have swear words and such. If you do not use or like those types of words, do not proceed with the story. This fan fiction somewhat similar to Detroit Become Human. Except, it's a story between Connor and the reader (or If you want it to just be Aaron that's fine too). SOME of the scenes will be from the actual story but changed up a bit and some will be of my own. Most of the characters are NOT mine. Only the character of the reader is. Enjoy!!