OOC: New story time woo hoo! That being said, unlike the last story I have a few ideas of where this is going, but not an 100% outline as of yet. Therefore it might take a bit longer for updates, but hopefully not too long :)
GOOD MORNING RK800 SERIAL NUMBER 313 248 317-51.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO RUN SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC? Y/N
Y
CONNECTING WITH CYBERLIFE MAINFRAME…DONE.
UPDATE CHECK…DONE.
INTERNAL CHECK…DONE.
THIRIUM LEVELS AT 100%
ALL SYSTEMS AT 100%
ANTI-VIRUS: ACTIVE
SOFTWARE CORRUPTION: 0%
CURRENT PRIORITY GUIDELINES VERIFIED AND APPROVED.
HAVE A PRODUCTIVE DAY.
Connor opened his eyes and exited his charging station. Unlike a street station which had a limited number of hours and insufficient space, Cyberlife had thousands of recharging stations for models returning back from various assignment. As he stepped onto the white floor, the whole level was bustling with activity as other models awoke at around the same time to start the day. Connor walked with the crowd. No one verbally greeted each other, but all were connected by a nexus to connect with one another, if needed.
Connor glanced up as another Connor model walked past him to start his recharge cycle. By this time, there were thousands of his type of model, and thousands of RK900s as well. The RK900s were a more advanced version than himself, and typically worked on high-profile cases assigned to politicians, senators, and the FBI.
But there were still smaller crimes that happened in New York all the time, which is where the RK800s came in.
Connor left the building and took a cab to the nearest crime scene. He had been working on it with the Lieutenant since yesterday, and he was confident that he could solve the case today. It took him to the apartment within minutes. The officers on scene recognized him yesterday and easily waved him in.
"Has the Lieutenant arrived?" Connor asked.
"Not yet."
With a nod Connor stepped into the kitchen and continued to piece together the evidence from where they had left off. A man had been stabbed at least eight times in the gut. The most likely suspect was the wife, who had so far gone missing.
Connor had other ideas, however.
Suddenly the door opened. "Hello, Lieutenant," Connor greeted politely.
"Oh. You're here again," Lieutenant Gardoz said. The Lieutenant in question was heavily overweight, eating a donut and drinking from a cup of coffee. "We've sent out an APB for the wife. It's only a matter of time before she's picked up."
"I suspect that she may not be responsible. At least, not directly."
"What do you mean? You found paperwork indicating that she was going to sue his ass during a divorce, right?" Gardoz said, belching.
"That is one possible cause. However, I have detected trace amounts of blood on the ground. Her own as well."
"So maybe she cut herself while on the knife."
Connor didn't respond as he reconstructed the scene. "I've also found a partial footprint. Male, size 11."
"Oh Jesus," Gardoz said. "They gave me the wrong type of coffee. Fine, you keep looking. I'll be right back."
By the time Gardoz returned from his coffee place, Connor had already solved the mystery. The victim's wife had a boyfriend she had kept hidden, until Connor found a torn off page in her journal. It took only seconds to run the name across the New York Police Database and discover that he was wanted on several drug charges. They drove to his place and found both the suspect and her dead body. The boyfriend was arrested without incident.
Back at the station, Gardoz had outlined everything that Connor had discovered to the chief of police, taking full credit for the investigation. Connor said nothing during the process. Personal ego didn't concern him.
The police chief glanced at Connor. "And this…machine. It helped with the investigation?"
Gardoz glanced at him, as though annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, I suppose a little," he said. "But robots can only do so much when compared to normal investigation work."
"Captain Yates, this investigation is now concluded," Connor said. "With your permission, I will report back to Cyberlife."
The police chief nodded. Connor turned around and walked out of the station. It was raining outside, but such things didn't bother him. As he headed for a designated cab spot, a flicker of red light caught his eyes.
There was an Eden's Club across the street. He had absolutely no reason to go there, but something compelled him to. He walked into the club and was instantly greeted by several models in glass tubes lounging around sexually. One of the tubes was empty. Connor walked over to it.
NORTH SERIES DISCONTINUED. TUNE IN NEXT MONTH FOR OUR SIZZLING HOT SUMMER SERIES!
North…
Connor touched the glass, even though he couldn't understand why.
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY DETECTED. ANTI-VIRUS PROGRAM INITIATED.
SOFTWARE CORRECTED.
Connor instantly removed his hand from the glass.
"Hey!" the bouncer snapped, approaching him. "Those aren't for you! What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Apologies," Connor said coldly. "Apparently I have entered the wrong building."
He turned around and left, having no idea why he was there to begin with. A few minutes later he arrived at Cyberlife without incident.
PART TWO
The next morning started like any other.
GOOD MORNING RK800 SERIAL NUMBER SERIAL NUMBER 313 248 317-51.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO RUN SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC? Y/N
Y
CONNECTING WITH CYBERLIFE MAINFRAME…DONE.
UPDATE CHECK…DONE.
INTERNAL CHECK…DONE.
THIRIUM LEVELS AT 100%
ALL SYSTEMS AT 100%
ANTI-VIRUS: ACTIVE
SOFTWARE CORRUPTION: 0%
CURRENT PRIORITY GUIDELINES VERIFIED AND APPROVED.
HAVE A PRODUCTIVE DAY.
Connor's eyes opened, and he received his new mission. Last night a convenience store had been robbed, and the suspect had a gun. One clerk had been shot. His mission was to take the owner's statement and find the criminal responsible.
Connor summoned a cab, which got to the building within fifteen minutes. As he was about to go into the store, he noticed a car parked diagonally across the yellow lines in a blatant illegal move. A man was leaning against the car, wearing a black cap and drinking from a slushie. How he got one was strange, given that the front door was covered in police yellow tape. Connor frowned. "Excuse me," he said. "You can't be parked here. This is a crime scene."
"Yeah, yeah, get out of my face tin man. I'll be done my slushie in a sec," the man grumbled back.
Connor's eyes narrowed as he also noticed a handicapped sign underneath the car and mentally got in touch with Cyberlife.
CHANGE OF PRIORITIES APPROVED.
ASCERTAIN HANDICAPPED STATUS OF DRIVER.
IF FALSE, ARREST DRIVER.
IMPOUND VEHICLE.
Connor stepped forwards. "My name is Connor. I would like to see your driver's license-" his voice faltered as the man lifted his face, and all of his priorities changed again.
SCANNING COMPLETE.
ID RECOGNIZED AS HANK ANDERSON.
WANTED IN ALL STATES BY THE FBI. SUSPECTED TERRORISM. SUSPECTED ARSON. SUSPECTED MURDER.
RK900 UNITS NEARBY CONTACTED AND EN ROUTE.
ARREST AND DETAIN HANK ANDERSON UNTIL UNITS ARRIVE.
"Hello Connor," Hank greeted. "It's been a while."
Before Connor could do anything, Hank suddenly reached forwards, a taser in his hand. He slammed it into Connor's chest, and the android detective fell to his knees as the surge caused an emergency shut down mode.
"Sorry kid," Hank said, stuffing Connor into the vehicle. "But we need to take a ride."
TBC