Nines was a professional. He'd been working in the Emergency Room trauma unit for around six years. And those years had brought on a lot of change, a whole lot more than anyone ever anticipated. Given no one had really expected androids to take off as much as they did. Cyberlife Androids have actively changed the face of the medical industry forever. They created perfect machines to take away excess human error in the field. Some androids were programmed the do things as complicated as surgery, but most of them were made for much simpler tasks, like phlebotomy. Or the whole nurse package, but with an infallible bedside manner and state-of-the-art scanners.
Nines was a nurse, not a doctor, not an EMT so he almost exclusively dealt with the nurse androids. At first, he was skeptical. He didn't want to be replaced, he'd worked too hard to get where he was. Not to mention, he wasn't even sure they could work on his level. But the nurse androids were all very sweet, docile, and were a fantastic help. They really helped in taking care of the less than pleasant tasks, like changing bedpans. Patients were much more cooperative with things like changing and using the damn bedpans when it was an android helping them. Because patients don't get as embarrassed around something they don't consider human. Nines rarely, if ever, found himself complaining about the android help. He even found himself enjoying his work far more after they had been properly implemented.
Now in 2035, most of the android business had been settled out. There was a decent staff of both humans and androids and Nines found that sufficient. So, it was quite a shock when he heard about the rumors that the hospital was getting a police android to join their ranks. Well, not necessary a police android, more of an EMT with a Detroit Police Department uniform. The new android was supposed to be a semi-specialized, prototype model designed for working as a patrol officer to get injured parties to the ER as quickly as possible. Nines had dismissed the rumors. They sounded like complete bullshit and Connor would have told him if something like that was in the works. That being said Nines never expected to meet this new android he'd heard about.
Then all at once, that denial went straight out the window. Nines was walking down the corridor fiddling with some charts when he heard a loud ruckus. He looked up from his clipboard towards the entrance to the ER and his jaw fell open. There, slamming through the hallway, was an android in a Detroit Police Department uniform cradling a bloody body in his arms. The designation on his chest denoted his model, GV200.
The android glanced around and then spotted Nines and started to charge towards him.
"What the hell are you waiting for!?" The GV200 android screamed at Nines.
After a moment's hesitation, Nines slammed into action. Grabbing the gurney closest to him and gesturing for the android to place the patient down. Which he did gently.
What the fuck? Nines thought briefly then shook his head, no time for that. He refocused his attention at the bleeding man they were now wheeling down the hallway. Gunshot wounds, Nines noted. A brief exam had him finding the entrance but not the exit wounds. He needed to get the patient to surgery. He shouted out some commands and then the fun began. His team was on the gurney in a minute and they began his prep for emergency surgery.
The procedure was routine, as gunshot wounds were in Detroit. Though having a police android padding after them from a distance as they worked was unnerving. He didn't have time to worry about with a patient that had pieces of metal lodged inside them. Nines decided he'd mention for the android to wait outside for all further operations. He scoffed, wondering if this was to be a reoccurring issue or just a strange one-time thing. One could never tell in this line of work. When every day brought something else crazy through those automated doors.
Nines finally decided to wash his hands of the whole thing as he left the operating room now that the patient was stable and resting. A job well done, but the urge to confront the android was leaking into his mind.
One thing at a time, Anderson. He thought harshly as he was making his way towards the break room. Hoping to grab a coffee before the next bloody operation.
"Richard Anderson, correct?" Came a crass voice from somewhere behind him.
Nines paused, rolling his eyes, he wasn't necessarily in the mood for someone to prevent him from getting his coffee. But he forced a smile and turned around to greet whoever had spoken to him. Nines was only mildly surprised to notice the bright blue LED on the temple of the other. A once-over confirmed that it was the GV200 that had brought in the gunshot victim.
"How can I help you?" Nines asked politely, his tone flat.
"I've been assigned to help transport patients from crime scenes to the ER and I have been assigned to report directly to you. Since you are one of the head nurses in your area and your counterpart refused involvement," The GV200 rattled off, looking like he had practiced this conversation before.
Great, Nines thought as he realized he was going to have to continuously deal with this strange android. Counterpart denied involvement, huh? He was going to give Carol a piece of his mind for pushing this off on him.
"Fantastic," Nines muttered, "My contact information should be available to you through the hospital's network. Try to give me some warning before you barge in like that next time. Oh, and please stay out of the rooms while we are working," Nines gave his own list of instructions. He was trying to end this conversation quickly.
"Affirmative," GV200's LED flashed yellow for a brief moment, "I have downloaded your contact information. I look forward to working with you and your team for the foreseeable future." And with that, the GV200 gave a sloppy salute and turned on his heel and was heading down the hallway.
Nines had no idea what to think of any of this mess but decided he could worry about it later. He glanced down at his watch and wondered if he had time to still grab that coffee. He turned on his heel decided that he did. He let out a sigh, androids were just a thing that he had to deal with now, just as much as everyone else.