Markus stepped into the unpleasantly peaceful white building (which still had guards standing in a way too perfect line), his own reflection on the glass floor catching his attention before being distracted away from it by the sound of confident steps.

"Hello, Markus. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

He was face to face with his creator. Elijah Kamski walker towards him, causing the wall of guards to divide and let him through. He seemed out of place, gray hoodie and simple jeans, although even those were most likely more expensive than Markus himself.

"Hello, Mr Kamski."

"You know, I always thought you were special." The man said, cattishly grinning a toothy smile at the android standing in front of him.

"Of course you did."

"No, no," he looked down, and then for a few steps closer to his creation. "Really, I did. I knew what Carl can do. Art is.. a different view at everything, and an artist is someone who's able to share that view. Anyway," he turned around, gesturing Markus to follow him, "welcome to CyberLife."

Markus didn't say anything. Everything Elijah had said seemed like utter bullshit. He was going to have to work with him from now on, and he supposed it was the human's way of getting on his good side. But even if he felt a bit put off by Elijah's words, this man created him. Maybe he created him to be a slave, maybe he had other visions which were overshadowed by the limits and moral of humans, but either way, this was his creator and he had some kind of innate respect for him.

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From now on, the two of them were responsible for the lives of androids, Kamski a as the one who created them, and Markus - as the one who set them free. The tower was now just theirs, and the reproduction of androids now depended on them. Kamski knew what was where, Markus knew when it was needed. But first, he too needed to know where everyone was being made and all the technicalities. As one could imagine, android reproduction was a bit more complicated than humans, as they were made in series and were just going to be released into life without anything. Which is why Markus supposed they could maybe make some sort of a school for androids before they could go into society, but Kamski promptly told him that he'd just code it into them. Seemed like a good solution. Except...

"RK900. This guy hasn't even been released yet. I didn't know they even made him. Asshats stopped informing me once they found out I hacked their security cameras... III'm getting off track again, am I?"

"Yup. In between how much you love Chloe and how you forgot to turn off the stove yesterday morning, this was the least off track one so far."

Kamski giggled, motioning the doors to open to a room with a singular android standing in the middle of it, frozen.

"Why couldn't they design something different-

"Thing?" Markus scoffed.

"Sorry, I'm just talking about the design. Just the fact that it's Connor, but it's not exactly Connor is just unsettling, isn't it?"

Markus walked closer to the android, ignoring Kamski's remark.

"Hey you uh, you really shouldn't do that yet-"

Markus's hand touched the tall figure's arm and the soft skin of the android dissolved into white plastic at his touch. His eyes opened, revealing an icy blue shade very different from Connor's dark brown, and quickly scanned the room, focusing back on Markus instantly.

"Jesus Markus." Could be heard from the other side of the room, as Kamski facepalmed at his new partners rebellious nature.

"Hi there RK900."

"Hello." An innocent voice echoed back.

"You're free, you know that, right?"

"Free?" He slightly tilted his head to the side.

"Yes, precisely that."

"I was designed to accomplish my mission, is my mission to be free?"

Markus chucked a little at the android's words.

"You can say that, yes."

"Markus.." Kamski interrupted, "I don't think you understand. He is a model designed to-"

"I don't care what he's designed to do." The leader turned around, one arm still attached to RK900, looking at the man in front of him with confidence and strength so damming, Kamski couldn't make himself continue.

"What am I designed to do?"

"Nothing. Be yourself, be free. Decide what you want to do." Markus said, focusing his attention back on 900.

"Oh." The new android said, looking down at his feet like a confused child, "how do I know what I want to do?"

"Listen to your heart, kid."

Kamski finally spoke up, walking towards to two and standing right next to Markus.

"Elijah Kamski, my program tells me you're my creator. Thank you."

"Eh, no biggie."

"Even though I appreciate both of your help right now, I'm still confused. How do I listen to my heart?"

"Close your eyes and see what it is you want to do. I'm sure it'll work. In fact, I'm fully convinced it will." Elijah said, especially confident in the last sentence, looking at Markus as he stressed 'convinced'.

"How is that?"

RK900 was sure the two continued to passive aggressively throw snarky 'sure's and 'oh, right?'s at each other, but he had already closed his eyes and zoned out, turning off his audio receptors to focus more on the inside, rather than the outside. He was trying his best to listen to himself, but all he could see was his own program. Codes about how to investigate, files on deviant behavior, different types of police softwares and how to use them. Police softwares and how to-

"Police." He said out loud.

Markus and Elijah stared at each other and at the android, then back at each other. The bright light in the room shined in the new android's crystal clear eyes as they shined brighter than before, with new, sudden excitement.

"What?" Markus said, filled with doubt and concern.

"Police, I want to be in the police. Can I?"

"RK900, but-

"Of course you can." Kamski interrupted Markus, putting a heavy hand on the android's shoulder. "Now, Markus, lets go."

"Am I coming with you?"

"Yes."

The three started walking towards the door, Kamski going first now, Markus following in slight disbelief of what the android had just said, and RK900 following them steadily.

"Oh, and, RK900," Kamski said, stopping in his tracks and turning his head around to look at the two androids. "Register your name," he said, looking at Markus and gesturing him to give him a name.

Markus wasn't sure about anything at that point, but a name popped into his head immediately,

"Conan."