MODEL RK800

SERIAL#: 313 248 317-52

REGISTERED NAME: CONNOR ANDERSON

REBOOT…

LOADING OS…

SYSTEM INITIALIZATION…

CHECKING BIOCOMPONENTS…. OK

INITIALIZING BIOSENSORS…. OK

INITIALIZING AI ENGINE…. OK

MEMORY STATUS…

ALL SYSTEMS OK

READY

FRIDAY, AUGUST 10, 2012. 20:36

2012, that wasn't right. Connor quickly scanned his surroundings as he reoriented himself, standing on the sidewalk of some street he didn't recognize. He could feel his stress levels rising, he and Markus were just investigating some anti-android cult when everything was engulfed in a bright blue light. The RK800 forced himself to calm down, panicking would do nothing, when he couldn't see anyone around him he opted for a connection. But something was wrong, there were no Cyberlife signals in 2012 so he had to hack into the other primitive ones.

[ Markus? ]

[ Connor! Thank RA9 you're alright. Where are we? ]

[ We need to meet up, send your coordinates. ]

They weren't that far from each other, only a few blocks away thankfully. The androids ran right into each other, Markus was running faster so he fell on top of Connor. Neither of them cared right now, hugging like a lifeline, they were safe together even if they didn't know where they were. Connor sat up and looked over Markus, giving a soft chaste kiss when they knew they were unharmed.

"Markus, there's a lot of information about this place that I can't explain." Connor shed his human skin as an invitation to share, and the other accepted. Learning about New York, the history, invasion, superheroes, S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, and the Avengers. As well as accessing the frequencies and signals required to maximize their systems. "The first step is to make fake ID's and find a place to live, we need to blend in."

Markus sighed. "I don't like stealing and lying like this, but I know there's no easy way out."

Connor held his lover's hand. "You don't have to do anything, I can do it if you don't want to." Markus smiled, Connor has come a long way from when he first became deviant. Still awkward and ignorant at times, but his determination and eagerness to learn is what makes him so charming.

"No, I can do this, with the primitive systems of this time it will be easy. We'll just borrow from those who can afford it." He had pretty much accepted that they can't get back, being in the past of another world in general, as an artist, he was going to make the most of it.

But Connor was different, he was determined to find a way to at least contact their world again. He wasn't going to leave Hank alone again, wasn't going to abandon his little brother as Cyberlife had, and he knew he could succeed with time. He knew Stark industries was the best place to look, Markus was okay with this but made his boyfriend promise not to overdo himself. In 1 hour and 56 minutes they had their backstories planned out:

Connor Anderson, 18, born to Amanda and Elijah Kamski in Detroit, 1994, was adopted by Hank Anderson when he was 16. Went to some no-name school with perfect A's before moving to New York where he met his boyfriend Markus. Connor excels in science, chemistry, programming, engineering, and some experience in catching criminals.

Markus Manfred, 18, born in Detroit, 1994 and adopted by Carl Manfred when he was 14. Went to some no-name school with perfect A's before moving to Detroit after his adopted father's death where he met his boyfriend Connor. Markus excels in science, chemistry, programming, engineering, and art.

Markus handled the housing while Connor handled the accounts, by the 2-hour mark they were walking towards a fancy dealership to get some cars for them when Connor suddenly stopped. "What's wrong babe?" Markus asked, Connor said nothing as he flipped his coat inside out to hide the android labelled jacket. Then grabbed a pocket knife Hank had given him, something about being able to defend himself if he lost his gun that he still has. Markus looked completely human, clothes, expressions, and he took out his LED, but Connor kept his because it was part of his identity. The darker android soon realized this when Connor froze with the knife just centimetres away from his LED, Connor was treating this like a mission. So Markus helped, letting Connor pocket the LED and knife, they made it to the dealership. Connor wanted a motorcycle but Markus denied him, saying that he could get one later, and bought a silver Mercedes-Benz E-Class and black Volkswagen Jetta. They drove to their new house in Midtown Manhattan and parked in the garage they agreed to go through the front door.

"This is what took me so long to find a house." Markus mentioned.

"What do you mean?" Connor asked as he fixed his jacket and put it on the rack.

"This is what Carl's house looked like, it's an exact match, and I wanted to share it with you since you never got to move into the other house." If androids could blush, Connor would be flushed. If you hadn't guessed it the android hunter and saviour have been dating for a few months and wanted to move in together. "The house was completely empty of course so I had some furniture moved in. Carl liked things simple but never kept up to date with styles, but I like modern styles, what do you think?" The house was indeed stylish but still kept that home feel to it with warm colours and wooden floors, which reminded Connor or they needed to go shopping tomorrow. For now, the two lovers simply walked up to the master bedroom, shed their clothes, and snuggled in the king size bed.