Tags worth noting:

Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Possessive Behaviour, Mild Violence, Future Smut, Stockholm Syndrome.

After all this time the word rattled in his mind.

Replaced.

He had fought against all odds to destroy and eliminate the deviants. He had done all that was asked of him. he took down deviants without any judgements. He was just a machine completing a mission. Yet, he still failed. Markus was deemed destroyed after much of his body – or what was left of it – was scattered across Detroit. Jericho was in shambles with the head of the snake decapitated. The rest of the deviants would be easy to locate.

Amanda was still disappointed.

He did not understand why. He completed his mission. Markus was dead and Jericho, eradicated. He still displeased the woman. Her voice was harsh, and her words clipped. Disquiet radiated off her in waves.

It's as if his very presence was a personal insult.

He thought over his actions. There were mistakes made throughout this case. The failure to capture the AX400 and the child unit running with her – not due to a lack of trying. He had disabled the Traci units by accidently terminating them. Despite his occasional failures, he had been quite successful in hunting down deviants

There must be something that he has missed that has affronted Cyberlife.

Perhaps he had failed some mysterious mission that had been withheld from him, studying his abilities as their new and advanced prototype. It would make sense but why would he be treated with such hostility? Even if he was a failed prototype in Cyberlife's eyes, he still achieved amazing feats.

His entire existence – and the deaths that he'd suffered – had all been part of Cyberlife's testing of his capabilities and ability to keep stable, despite the situations that he had been created to be part of and exposed to repeatedly. Connor was well aware that he'd been a prototype, that Cyberlife would replace him with a complete version of a deviant hunter and police investigator they planned for him to be.

His processor's quit thinking once his audio sensors picked up Amanda's voice.

"Connor." Amanda stated, spraying her viciously red roses with water. "I'm so glad to see you."

Behind her back, he squinted in confusion. Her worlds drenched with false exaggeration. There was something she was avoiding.

Picking at her beloved roses, she clipped a singular rose, pulled its velvety soft petals to her face, sniffing the delicate flower. Then placed it softly on the geometrically stylised table. "The deviant issue has finally been resolved," she claimed. "Now with these unfortunate events behind us, Cyberlife can return to business as usual."

Connor doubted that. It would take massive efforts to comfort those who were impacted by the deviant rebellion. America as a whole relied heavily on androids, these businesses would suffer, and people will be displaced. Clearly cyberlife was far too arrogant to see the larger picture. Although, he had heard that Kamski returned. "Of course, we will have to rebuild our customers' trust, but it's only a matter of time." She equivocated with a deceitful sneer as she twisted to face him. "I have a surprise for you," as she said this, her sneer turns malevolent as she uttered the following blow. "This is the new RK900."

He stared at this mirror image at the larger, broader frame that this new android possessed. Larger than any other previous android cyberlife had ever made. It stared at him, never taking his peering eyes from Connor's. The android held no animosity, no emotion. As if he didn't know what to express.

He's only recently been activated.

He had probably just been assembled and brought here. It made it worse. Amanda or Cyberlife wanted to bring the crushing blow. That he's been replaced. That he is now utterly worthless to them. He held nothing of importance anymore.

Connor didn't feel hostile towards this new android. Even if his mere existence marks his death sentence.

Amanda stood, placing a hand over the android's broad shoulder, gripping the RK900 tight enough to dent his pristine uniform. She blinked slowly at this new android, before turning to face him.

"Faster, stronger, more resilient, and equipped with the latest technologies," she stressed. A single finger brushed down his mirrors face before flicking off invisible dust. "The state department just ordered 200,000 units."

Narrowing his eyes Connor turned inward. His mind processing all this information. He questions every angle, every approach. He needed to be mindful of Amanda's presence. She is analysing his every movement. Leeching slowly into his metaphorical mind.

Relaxing his posture, and smothering any possible thoughts from his mind, he attempted to respond without emotion. "What is going to happen to me?"

"You've become obsolete," she stated with a crude sneer. Seemingly enjoying the thought of Connors annihilation. It was so uneasy. He wasn't sure what scared him more, the mere existence of his death certificate or Amanda's behaviour. She had always been authoritatively regal. An untouchable queen. But this? This is not the same woman. This was a destructive and bloodthirsty goddess. Her face was contorted into ugly expressions. It looked alien. It appears even more obvious the closer she stalks to him. "You'll be deactivated. You can go now."

Connor glanced into the RK900's eyes, the piercing ice blue stared back at him with intensity. Seeing the cold expression and icy blue eyes of his doppelgänger - of the true Deviant hunter – sent shards of ice running through him. Markus had been right – the humans had just been using him. Even though he'd stayed more or less loyal to Cyberlife throughout the rise of his own kind, his existence was now forfeit. He turns down to glance at the floor before he nodded to Amanda, withholding his thoughts and feelings that demanded to be brought to attention. He left without making a noise.

He ached to join with Jericho. With Markus presumed to be dead or deactivated, it was insanely unlikely that the surviving members would be forgiving; since he was the one who located Jericho. He wasn't going to rush into the waiting guns and fists of what remained of the Jericho rebels – violent and bad tempered as they would be, Connor knew that he would be ripped apart and stripped for every single biocomponent that they might be able to use from him. He does not blame them. He was presented the chance to join them, to avoid the situation he now found himself in.

He has made his bed and now he must lie in it. His deactivation was sure, he would rather hold his head high and be off-lined swiftly by Cyberlife.

As he entered his final resting place, he sent a regretful message to Hank. They did not part on good terms. He remembered the harsh glare Hank gave him as they argued over his decision to eliminate Markus. The fight that ensued and Connor's near decision to drop Hank from the building. But he could not. He could not take another life. He suspects that's when everything went wrong. Perhaps he was a deviant, but he just didn't know. That his decision to avoid killing the man who had helped him regardless of his thoughts on androids – even if it was initially forced – despite Hanks decision to stop him was the beginning. Cyberlife seeing his reluctance to eliminate all imposing factors was a flaw. He had broken many android specific laws, such as holding weapons and removal of his android-identifying uniform.

Sighing, he sent the message with woeful reluctancy.

Dear Hank, despite our differences I would like to inform that working with you was a privilege. I respect you and your decisions. Even if they did not match with my own. I respect that you saw something that needed to be fought for and stayed by your decision to do so. I hope that you survived the fallout of the failed revolution. You're a talented lieutenant, and your intuition and sense of right and wrong is admirable. After the events I regret my actions. However, I cannot undo time and the actions I partook in.

You may see me in the future, however, it will not be myself as you know me. I have been replaced by a newer android model, known as the RK900 Series. As far as I am aware, they will be involved with police. I hope they treat you as good as you treated me. I hope he will be a better partner than I.

-Connor.

The New RK900 analysed his predecessor. Minute features that separated them in terms of visual appearance became the focal point of his analysis. The dark richness of his cocoa brown eyes, formed by long, thick lashes. His skin a darker shade than that of his own, rosy pink in the warmth of the Zen Garden. The dimples that blossomed when he smiled, even if it was an obviously forced façade of respectful understanding that his Connor's internal fear. His shapely eyebrows furrowed in confusion once the words sunk in about his own successor. Connor was smaller and lithe compared to himself. Their intended uses made a stark difference with RK900's military grade form. He was capable of mass destruction and the usage of violence. He was'nt meant for understanding the psychology of other androids. He was nothing more than an intelligent weapon.

Once Connor left the Zen Garden he was left alone with Amanda.

He did not understand Amanda's eagerness. She had been all over him since he had finally uploaded to the Cyberlife cloud upon his installation. He had not been given a name yet, he was unsure if he'd even get one like Connor. But he was nothing, but a machine built for a task. He did not care if he was or wasn't named. Names were a human construct. He had no need for one.

"You are to ensure that Connor is disposed," Amanda commanded, her hand wrapped around a thorny rose. "That is an order. Do you understand?"

Unblinkingly, he nodded. "Confirmative, Amanda." he declares to Amanda, he stands tall and straight, his eyes never leaving Amanda's chestnut brown. "The RK800 unit android 313 248 317–53 known as Connor will be disposed of immediately."

"Good." She snarled, "You are dismissed."

Nodding, he turned and left the Zen Garden. He awakens to the vicious institutional white that coated the Cyberlife Tower. His eye twitched and he blinked as a message informed him of his mission.

Locate the RK800 android known as Connor.