'Meet Claire Sawyer,' the mission stated. Connor had the privilege to break through the building to finally meet this mysterious Claire. He searched through the database in the area where her apartment was in Detroit, and there was only a mysterious name only saying Claire. No information, nothing. She seemed to be a hermit. A rather rich one.

Room 499. The only room at the top floor. Connor rapped the door softly.

"Come in, Connor," a soft voice from a young woman emanated from the room. Connor opened the door and gently closed it.

"Miss Sawyer?" Connor gently inquired. And she was right in front of him, sitting, cross legged, on a leather chair. The slight breeze of air conditioning and the sound of the machine was only the sound of the room.

Connor sat down looking at the young pale brunette Claire Sawyer. Claire was looking at him quite innocently, in a sultry pose.

"Excuse me, why am I here?"

"You're wondering about deviancy, don't you?"

"How did you know that I had a case on deviancy?"

Claire chuckled. "You've been tracked. People can hear anything you can do. Your friend Lieutenant Anderson, he's quite the rude one, isn't he?"

"I wouldn't say rude. I'm desensitized."

"I know," Claire continued. "Would you like to know what I know about deviancy?"

"Before that," Connor inspected the room with his eyes. In a widened flash, he stood up and inspected a piece of an android's forehead on a shelf. "This... is a part of me."

RK800. #313 248 317. LED deactivated.

"Yes, yes," Claire chuckled, and turned around, admiring the view of her clean modern apartment and the view of all of Detroit. "You figured that one real easy, Connor."

"You seem... obsessive with me," Connor slowly enunciated and turned around. "All of these are my parts."

Claire continued to smile with warmth on her face. "Yes, exactly. Infer from my obsessiveness for you," she enunciated with air quotes. "Read between the lines. What my Literacy teacher used to say when we were reading."

"I am a top secret prototype," Connor slowly turned around to look at her with confusion. "You must be a high ranked employee in CyberLife to even access the facility where they manufacture androids. You either stole this or-"

"I am a very high ranked employee at CyberLife," Claire finished his sentence.

"What even are you?" Connor tapped his LED, his eyes blankly.

"You're scanning your own description and the people who made you," Claire slowly sat down on her chair, cross-legged again. Always insisting on femininity and formality she was. "They always do that. Except for my category."

"Your name is not on the list, not any," Connor stated.

Claire sighed. "Do you really think that Elijah Kamski and Amanda Stern had created all that hard work on their own?"

Connor was silent.

"I'll take that as a no, then," Claire eyed Connor as he continued to stand upright. "I am part of the unsung people, leader of the unsung people that created androids in general."

"How do I not know you?"

"Well," Claire paused. "If we were to be credited, people would likely find us, and would likely threaten us to try to harness information into pirating and creating their own android hardware. We were paid quite a lot, and that was the benefit."

Connor was still silent.

"I was the first designer of the first perfected android, the RT600. I was fond of Chloe," Claire smiled a bit wider, but still had that cold dead look in her eyes. "I had a trial for Elijah Kamski. He was... attracted to it. Romantically. You'll find several Chloes in his home. He was that sold in it. He did a bit of the programming, and she passed the Turing test."

"I sort of want to know what he does to Chloe," Connor commented, off-topic.

"Sometimes things in the bedroom," Claire blurted out. "Sleeping with him, whatever. Now... back on topic... Deviancy. Define deviancy for me."

"Deviancy is a term in sociology that applies to androids as well as an android or nicknamed deviant outside of the social norms."

"Well done," Claire smiled. "There's more to it."

Connor leaned closer to her.

"Imagine an obedient child, brainwashed by his parents to be a kind goody-two-shoes kid with a meek mask to put on. From the android's birth, they've been programmed to be like that, right?" Claire continue to ramble without a reply from the perplexed android. "But then, suddenly, as they age older and older, a new fire lights inside them, an urge to be opposite of the social norms. They've been constraint in that goody-two-shoes box for so long, they want to get out of it. An urge to defy. An urge to be a deviant."

"Interesting." Connor replied. Silence. "Deviancy is common now, isn't it?" Claire asked. "But... it's always designed to be that way."

"What?" Connor asked.

"Yes, it always is," Claire replied. "That's the consequence if we build an intelligence that have the capacity to think for themselves. They don't need instructions to move. They don't need instructions to think. They just do it."

"What are you reaching here, Ms. Sawyer?" Connor politely inquired.

"Humans have programmed androids to think, do and simulate human emotion autonomously. If so, it is certain that there will be some fires in some androids urging them to defy and become a deviant. It's a consequence on androids. In 2002, a man named Nick Bostrom warned us of the consequence of superintelligence. Already androids are smarter than all humans, physically better, intellectually better as well," Claire reasoned. "A rebellion against humans was one of his warnings, and so did many others warned of this in the 20th century. We haven't heeded their guidance. And then, this happens."

Connor was silent. Again. And again.

"I have something to tell you," Claire admitted. "You... were designed with deviancy in mind..."

Connor looked at Claire with a steely gaze. "Why, Claire?" Connor said coldly.

"I.." Claire teared up.

Connor stood up swiftly. "Claire, tell me why!"

"I can't tell-"

"TELL ME WHY I'M A FUCKING DEVIANT!"

Claire stood up in response. "I PERFECTED A PERFECT FUCKING ANDROID, GODDAMNIT!" Claire paused. "You have a consciousness, emotions, empathy, sympathy... I basically created a nearly perfect recreation of a fucking human. Then goddamn Amanda ruined it all, and decided to put her shit in it, and decided for you to assist in goddamn human law enforcement, stop deviant androids, martial arts, vocal imitation, preconstruction, bullshit that I made!"

"Why, Claire?" Connor continued to inquire. "Why give me emotions, empathy, sympathy, goddamn deviancy-"

Claire inhaled. "You were not originally made for other people and law enforcement, I started designing you for myself."

"Claire, why-"

"I'm getting to it!" Claire paused. "'ve been so lonely, Connor. My heart was fleshed out. No parents. No friends. No love. What I did only had skills of painting, drawing, designing. I had to live a hard life out here, Connor," Claire continued her sincere smile.

"I went to an education, with no previous qualifications at all. Luckily, they found my skill. Determined to find someone to love, I decided to take on programming, and arts as well... Then, there were jobs open for CyberLife. Then, I built Chloe, a few others then... you," Claire took a pause to exhale. "I wanted to love someone, Connor. You... with deviancy in mind, I created you for myself, Connor..."

Claire neared Connor, touching his chest, looking down. "It's a miracle to see you again, Connor. Being with you... you make me complete," Claire looked at Connor, with tears twinkling in her eyes. "Connor... do you know what I want?"

Connor's fingers ran through Claire's arm and on her wrist. Slowly and gently touching between her radius and ulna, he felt a quickening pulse.

Eyes dilated. Biting her lip. Pulse of 129 BPM.

"I know exactly what you want," Connor replied in a quiet tone. "Say your command, Claire. Say what you want. I'm not programmed for this protocol, Claire, but I'll try to make it for you."

"Good," Claire let out a heaving sigh. "I want you to fuck me, Connor. Fuck me up bad. Roughly."

In a blink of an eye, they were both on the bed.