November 14th, 2038 11:40 AM
Life was different after the demonstration. Androids were able to walk the streets without fear: the fear of daily harassment at every corner, the fear of coming in contact with the wrong human only to be left broken and lifeless in the nearest junkyard… Of course, emotions weren't a typical experience for androids before the demonstration. Connor couldn't quite wrap his head around it all, though standing in front of Markus in Jericho - fear was the first raw emotion that overcame him.
The fear of being enslaved and the fear of a total genocide of his people quickly shifted to another kind of deep-rooted anxiety since the demonstration ended. Connor had felt the pangs of existential crises hitting him. 'Where will I go now?' 'What do I do now?' It wasn't ever in an androids coding to make their own decisions. Autonomy was a concept he was slowly grasping.
Luckily, he had Hank. Now, this wasn't exactly something to brag about, but in any case, Hank was the only person Connor had. Markus was a busy man from that point forward, and while Connor was grateful to have some sort of political leader, Markus simply didn't have the time to craft a life map with him.
Hank was hospitable enough to give Connor a place to stay. He wasn't sure if it was entirely due to the fact that they were friends, or if Hank would have felt guilty letting him roam around with no idea of where to go. Still, Connor was happy to be there. He grew a liking for Hank after spending so much quality time alongside him. Hank never vocalized whether or not he felt the same way, but Connor rarely pushed it. He knew by now that that's how their relationship was and would be indefinitely, or at least for a while.
So, that's where Connor found himself now, sitting on an uncomfortable twin bed in Hank's guest room. Hank referred to it as the 'guest room', but Connor used his skills of analysis to determine quite quickly that he was placed in Cole's bedroom. The furniture was rearranged, Cole's items removed, but you couldn't hide the traces of life from an android. Connor knew better than to bring up the various fingerprints laid upon the wooden desk or the scuffs in the wall. He was able to reconstruct a few of Cole's activities, and the feeling was… sad? Happy? What do humans call that - bittersweet?
"So, uh. I guess we should head to the station." Connor heard a gruff voice suggest from outside the door to his room. There Hank stood, hands in the pockets of his dark gray jacket. Connor stood quickly.
"Sure. Lieutenant -"
"Hank. For fucks sake, you're living with me now. Just call me Hank."
"Hank," Connor begun again with a slight irritation in his voice. Hank never let anything slide. "I don't know what to wear. I have my, well, one outfit. It's not exactly workplace attire."
"You're not wrong. Well, I guess I could let you borrow one of my blazers. Just this once." He pushed his own bedroom door open for the android, letting him enter and neatly comb through his closet. After some appropriate clothing decisions were made, they said goodbye to Sumo and got into Hank's car. Time to go back to work.
On the morning of November 12th, Anna walked into the front doors of the Detroit City Police Department. An ST300 looked up from her desk, a bright smile upon her face. "Hi, there! How may I help you today, miss?"
"Hello, I'm Anna. Pleasure to meet you, though I'm afraid I need a point in the right direction. I am here for a scheduled interview with your police chief." Anna didn't return the smile, though managed to speak patiently and with a purpose. Smiles were input in her coding to be infrequent to better fit her function, and though this has worn off with her newfound freedom, she hasn't gotten used to it.
"Sure, right this way." The ST300 abandoned her post, smoothing out her skirt as she led Anna through the security gates and into the back of the station. It was quite a bit to take in, luckily many of the hard at work officers hardly bat an eye at her presence.
"His office is just up the stairs here." Anna took it in. His office was truly on display, very transparent and smack in the middle of the of the PD. She gave a thankful nod to the ST300, who extended an open palm towards the entrance of the captain's office before spinning on her heels and walking back towards her desk. Anna wondered if this receptionist was free as she and the majority of Androids in Detroit were. Perhaps she was and she just really enjoyed her job, either way Anna understood. The rigidity of both of their mannerisms hadn't quite worn off.
She straightened her spine, held her chin up and took a deep breath. He won't mind that you're an android, Anna. Go in there and get this job. She repeated to herself, masking her self-doubt. She knew the reality of her situation was that this job opportunity was all she had, and she was tired of sleeping in the back of her car every night. Time to blend in with regular life. She'd go from there.
Anna knocked on the police chief's door, entering swiftly with the biggest smile she could muster.
November 14th, 2038 12:10 PM
It definitely felt strange entering the station for the first time in a few days, but Hank made the executive decision that Connor take them off to recover from the life-altering events of the past week. "I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee. Take a look at your desk, we've got a shit ton of leftover missing persons and homicide cases from the deviant files." He crossed Connor's path, entering the break room.
Connor made his way to his bare desk opposite Hank's, which was messier than ever but incredibly personalized. Is that the human thing to do? Connor decided it was time to get a plant, try to fit in. He sighed a great oof as he sat on his chair, flipping on the monitor of his computer.
He scrolled to the bottom of the list sorted chronologically. First was a missing BL100 by the name of Theresa. 'Dispute with domestic partner, human Darron Edgerton. BL100 took off on foot after the heated argument. Mr. Edgerton reports being confused at the sudden emotional outburst and is concerned his partner is a deviant.' Connor furrowed his brow, examining the date of the report - November 10th, 2038. He closed his eyes, making a mental note to give Mr. Edgerton a call at his earliest convenience.
He looked up, instinctually checking on Hank, he seemed to be okay. Though, he was speaking to a woman Connor had not seen before. He squinted, focusing his eyes on the scene in order to scan the environment. "Interesting." Connor murmured quietly. The woman was quite tall, about Connor's height, and lean. She had red hair down to the small of her back, which was in a loose braid behind her neck. He scanned for a name, but found a model number instead. PK800. PK800? That can't be right. He scanned again as he was under the impression he may have received the wrong information, but instead found it confirmed.
Hank must have said his goodbyes, as he parted from her and walked out the break room door. A cup of coffee and a toasted bagel in hand. Connor was trying to make sense of the situation as Hank sat down. He had no idea what a PK800 was, but if he was assuming correctly, it must have been the female-modified version of an RK800, his model.
"Hank, who were you talking to?" He questioned urgently, scooting his chair in so that he could make sure he heard correctly.
"Woah, there, Connor." Hank obviously wasn't a fan of Connor's tone, scowling
as he took a drink of his coffee. "I don't know, she said her name is Anna. She's new." Hank looked over at the red-head, working away at her desk fiercely. "What's it to ya?"
"I have reason to believe that we may be the same model. Quite odd considering she is a female, there hasn't been a female version of my model released. I was a prototype. I suppose it isn't crucial to the task at hand, but I find it to be very intriguing and confusing." Connor pulled the coin from his pocket, fidgeting with it in his hand. Hank peered down out of the corner of his eye at the coin, shaking his head.
"I don't know. I assume you'll probably want to figure that out, just try to have that done in the next 10 minutes so we can make a house call to this Darron Edgerton." Hank took a bite out of his bagel.
"I fully intend to, Lieutenant." Connor rose from his desk, approaching this Anna with a befuddled look on his face. As he reached her desk, she looked up at him, a sudden look of bewilderment in her eyes as well.
"Hello, Connor."
~ Hello! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter here. I apologize in advance if this is not completely accurate to the world of Detroit: Become Human, but this is my take on life after Connor became a deviant. From this point forward you'll see a lot of relationship development between him and the mysterious Anna. Where did she come from? What will his life become with a woman involved? Leave a review if you have any suggestions. :)