November 5th, 2038 at 10:00 pm sharp a series of knocks rapped on the office door. The woman sitting at her desk got up from her chair to open her office door. She knew exactly who the knocker was, she had been expecting him for some time. Opening the door she was greeted with just the one she was expecting. The latest Android model RK800 stood in front of her standing perfectly straight with a diplomatic smile on its face.
"Good evening, Dr. Margaret. I received report on a new case that happened not too long ago. I was assigned to a Lieutenant Anderson at the Detroit Police Station, but I believe you are also accompanying me on this investigation."
She nodded in confirmation, " Yes, as one of the primary observers in CyberLife I'll be watching how you handle situations, if your systems are functioning properly, and how you interact with the others at the police station." She smiles with a glimmer in her eye, " I'm very excited to see how you perform, Connor."
He smiles back in return. "Of course, Doctor I look forward to working together and I promise we will accomplish our mission."
Human Diplomacy functional, she'll record that in her records later.
The two walked out together into the raining night towards the destination of the police department to find Lieutenant Anderson, a recognized detective from what she had researched from and hopefully, a good help for this investigation. But, their hopes of finding the Lieutenant were cut short when the android receptionist informed the pair that the Lieutenant had left his post about 2 hours ago and that he had left to go to get a "fucking drink" as the Android tried replicating in his words. So now instead of investigating the crime scene, it was a duo search party to find the detective in any of the bars nearby.
Bar after bar they searched became sleazier than the last, and at this point her patience was running thin, however kept Connor kept insisting to keep looking.
"This is absurd, Connor. We've been looking for this man for almost an hour! We could have been on the crime scene long time by the now."
"I understand Dr. Margaret, but Lieutenant Anderson is essential to my mission. I need to find him as ordered. If we don't find him in this last bar, then I am uncertain of what else to do," he responded.
They got out of the taxi to find themselves in front of a bar named simply 'Jimmy's Bar" and entered ignoring the sign saying 'No Androids'. She scoffed at the sign and it's meaning. What would an Android even be doing at the bar? It's a pastime of humans, not Androids. Androids don't have free time.
As they entered the rather small bar the patrons in it turned to face the bizarre pair that just entered, and their eyes were drawn to the Android with the LED and a human next to him with a white, pristine uniform and the loud letters spelling out CYBERLIFE. But neither cared what the patrons there thought, they simply cared about where Lieutenant Anderson was.
Connor observed all the people at the bar, scanning their faces to figure out who was Anderson and if he was even here. After finishing his scanning Connor walked over to a man sitting by himself, hunched over on a barstool almost as he was hiding away in plain sight and introduced himself to the Lieutenant.
"Lieutenant Anderson, my name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife. I tried looking for you at the station but nobody seemed to know where you were. They said you might be having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar."
Introduction protocol working perfectly she quickly typed on her tablet.
Connor continued explaining to the Lieutenant why he was looking for him, but the Lieutenant seemed in no rush to leave, and even less to get to know Connor. "Well, I don't need any assistance. Specially not from a plastic asshole like you," he said bluntly and he glanced over his shoulder to Margaret. "And who the fuck are you?"
Margaret cleared her throat and responded, "I work at CyberLife as one of their researchers. I've been assigned to observe Connor as he tries to complete his own assignment. I won't disturb either of you while you're investigating. I'm simply watching."
Once again his lack of caring perturbs her as he keeps off putting Connor's insistence to come along with us. He just simply responds with his crude words and keeps drinking. And then Connor does something rather unexpected that leaves her a bit surprised. Connor buys Anderson another drink for the road. Perhaps a little too kind considering what they had gone through this evening, but now the Lieutenant seemed less tense and finally faces Connor.
"Did you say homicide?"
And with a sigh of relief they finally left the bar that had left her with a bad taste in her mouth with its unattractive patrons and suboptimal conditions, but her relief came too soon when they got inside of Anderson's car. It was a fairly old car considering it wasn't self driving and it was in poor conditions. Loud metal music blasted inside of the car, possibly from the last time he was in the car, and the car's sanitary conditions were probably violating a health law at this point with all the wrappers and papers strewn around, and the occasional stain from god knows where. Throughout the trip all three of them were silent, save for of course the music. Normally, she'd warn him of the speed he was going, but she wanted to leave the car sooner rather than later. Eventually, in a few minutes they arrived at the scene where people were gathered around outside the home. This was their destination. "
You wait here. I won't be long," Hank pointed his finger at Connor.
But before Margaret could object to his order, Connor quickly responded in return, "I'm sorry LT, but that goes directly against my instructions."
Seemingly annoyed by Connor, Hank brushed him off with, "Listen, I don't give a fuck about your instructions, now shut the fuck up and you two wait here," slamming the car door.
Margaret leaned over to speak to Connor from the backseat, "Connor, you know we can't stay here. This is directly violating your orders."
Connor opened the passenger door, "I know Dr.," and stepped out. She quickly followed him with an umbrella to protect her from the rain and scooted past all the curious people gathered outside. Finally, as she reached the porch of the home she managed to get a small whiff of the smell wafting from inside. It was absolutely putrid and she instinctively gagged from the offending odor.
"Are you alright, Dr?" Connor asks of her well-being. "Y-yes, Connor," she manages to croak out, "The smell simply caught me off guard, nothing more," she reassures.
Although, when she sees the decaying body a little aways from her, she had to gulp down the sudden bile in her throat and glance away as she steadied herself. Connor leaves her to go off to do what he was programmed and walks around the house with ease and purpose, quickly piecing together all the evidence to find out what happened. Each evidence he investigates with one of many of his forensics she takes note of. He's as accurate as he was programmed to be and much quicker than some of the forensics on site were. He was one of their most advanced prototypes and he truly showed it.
But now, a crucial question of where did the deviant go came into mind. Anderson suspected maybe he had gone out through the backyard, but no footprints indicated any other person had left. "Androids went left without instruction are usually lost and confused on what to do. Quite typically, most just stay in place waiting for the next set of instructions." Margaret chimed in.
The two looked at her in understanding and went back into the house to try and find the trail of invisible blue blood from the deviant. Connors eyes wandered around the home following the trial until he stood under an attic.
"Is that where the trial ends, Connor?" Margaret questions.
"Yes, it seems you were right. I think our deviant might still be here."
Grabbing a kitchen chair, Connor climbed his way up towards the attic as both Dr. Margaret and Lieutenant Anderson looked up waiting for any reaction coming from upstairs. The two stayed silent waiting to hear something, but all that could be heard was the raining pouring down and the ever so slow footsteps from above. Suddenly, they heard Connor shout from above, " It's here, Lieutenant!"
Anderson is caught off guard, "Oh shit!" and calls some of the officers nearby to come and get the deviant.
Connor climbs down with a neutral expression on his face. No shock, no fear, no smile of accomplishment. Just Connor running on autopilot and doing his job. And as the the two officers come down with the deviant handcuffed did Margaret smile at Connor for his good work. The deviant looked to be in shock, shaking and his eyes looking around everywhere as the officers pushed him outside. She quickly glanced at it and saw the state of it at the state of it. One of his arms looked to be hit with a bat as the hull had collapsed revealing the Androids inner workings. And several indents across his face and other arm were scattered about although she didn't know of what. Clearly, his owner had been hitting the android and the android simply responded, confused by the "emotions" it was feeling and feared for its destruction. It was a normal early sign of deviancy to see Androids act up against their owners, but a quick reset of their memory and programming easily resolved it all.
"Well, now that we found the android all we need to do is try and interrogate it to try and find anything from it," Hank said. "Christ, wish we could do this another day but looks like Captain Fowler wants us to interrogate it as soon as possible. Come on you two let's get this over with."
Hank walked away towards his car as Connor and Margaret stood there in the rain. She looked over at Connor who was standing in the rain rather emotionless and uncaring from the relentless rain. Of course, it must have turned off many of his sensors during the investigation, including his heat sensors, but regardless he was still getting drenched from the rain. Margaret stepped next to him to protect him from the rain and the sudden protection caused him to turn his attention towards her.
"I understand the rain doesn't bother you, Connor, but if you stay under the rain too long you'll be soaking and we wouldn't want to upset the Lieutenant by getting his car all wet." She said without looking at him.
And the two walked together under the rain till they got inside Anderson's car. The music continued blasting but at this point she didn't care, the threatening throbbing coming from her head was what preoccupied her most. Never did she think this investigation would get so difficult. That the people she was working with would be so…difficult. But she tried to shrug it all off and closed her eyes as they drove back to the station with the soothing sounds of loud guitars and yelling to keep her awake.
