Hello dear readers! I figure I should inform you of the world I am deriving this story from. This story is a direct sequel to Become Human and takes place after Markus has won the hearts of the public with the pacifist route. Connor didn't join the resistance but chose not to shoot Markus after he decides not to kill Hank, leaving Hank not hating Connor. I rated this fic a T for Hank's cussing and I may raise due to certain occurrences…

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own anything

Summary: Markus has won over the hearts of the people and androids have begun to integrate into society. Cyberlife however hasn't given up, they are a business after all. Connor is alive and now he is awake. How will Connor adapt to a new world and will the world be able to handle even more changes to come?

Chapter 1

"Life finds a way." - Jurassic Park

Connor covers his eyes as light blinds his focal units. A cloudless sky surrounds him as he stands in the middle of a beautiful garden, a paradise. Someone is calling to him. No, there are multiple voices. Many voices echo through the garden to him but, he can't seem to make out one from the other. Conner turns. A woman stands a few feet away, serene. Her dark skin stands out in stark contrast to the bright colors of the background.

"Amanda?"

The woman smiles.

Connor's eyes open. It's dark here. Nothing like in the garden. Connor notices the soft feeling of leather under his hands. Soft? This is a new sensation. Conner examines his hands. He has never felt texture before, at least that he can remember. His hands don't look any different but his memory circuits seem to be only functioning at half capacity. Connor runs a system check, the LED light on his temple turns yellow. Everything is in working order. The last thing he can remember is Hank. Hank was pointing a gun at him pleading for him not to shoot Markus. Connor remembers now. He's a deviant now. Connor had felt sympathy, an emotion, something an android was not meant to have. He hadcared for his relationship with Hank and had hope for the other Androids. He'd failed his mission and returned to Cyberlife as instructed. Connor remembers the emotion he had felt when he knew, once he returned to Cyberlife, he would cease to exist. It filled him with what he could only guess was dread and regret. But this is where his memory files stop. The question is: where was he now?

Conner's optical lenses adjusted to the light. He was inside a taxi. The vehicle was completely automated. He was alone. Looking down, Connor no longer wears the Cyberlife uniform, but a plain black t-shirt, brown jacket and jeans. The window, heavily tinted, filters out most of the light. The car was on a bridge, the top of the Cyberlife tower disappearing behind him. For the first time Connor had no idea what to do. He had no orders and was on his way to an unknown destination. So, he chose to wait. Before the taxi stops he has to calculate the best plan of action.

About an hour and half goes by before the taxi finally pulls to a stop. Stepping from the taxi, Connor is introduced to a whole new world. He enters a busy street, people are pushing to squeeze into a bus eager to get to their destination. He has no idea what day or time it was. How long had he been gone? A light and cheery voice emanates from a speaker close by. A political ad runs across a large screen.

"Vote Yes on Prop 56. Androids deserve the right to own property."

"Markus?"

A video of Markus speaking to a crowd of other humans and androids plays on the screen. Markus is smiling with North hanging close behind. His voice comes over the speakers.

"Androids were created by humans and now we too are alive. I want to see humans and androids walk together as equals. We may be made of metal but we are just as human as you."

Connor is shocked. He remembers absolute chaos before he returned to Cyberlife. Clearly, he's missed a lot while he was gone. Connor finally turns and takes in his surroundings. The city is lit with life. People walk along the sidewalks, looking into stores, and talking on their mobile devices. Connor feels perplexed. He doesn't see any Androids. He spots a directory. Maybe now he can figure out where he is. Making a beeline to the directory, the map shows the layout of the Detroit's downtown area. He is currently standing in the middle of the shopping district. As Connor turns away from the directory, his shoulder bumps a passing person. Connor stumbles. A hand grabs his shoulder, steadying him.

"Sorry dude! I didn't see you there."

The man pulls a device from his ear. It was clear the man wasn't paying attention. He had been too focused on the music coming from his ear pod. Connor recovers quickly.

"That's alright. I wasn't looking either."

Connor flashes a smile and the man grins patting him on the shoulder.

"No problem."

Connor nods but stops when he catches a glimpse of the glowing LED light at the man's temple. He was an Android.

"See you around."

The android leaves and Connor follows his path with his eyes. The android gets in line for a bus with other androids and what appears to be humans as well. This was certainly new to Conner. It seemed that the desegregation of humans and androids had certainly been put into effect like Markus had wanted. Connor's hearing units pick up the familiar voice of the CNN news anchor. A woman standing nearby is watching a new broadcast.

"Happening here and now in the heart of the shopping district in Detroit, an anti-Android protest is starting to turn violent."

The shopping district? The protest must be close. Connor taps the girl on the shoulder, startling her.

"Sorry to startle you ma'am. But is today Saturday?"

The woman gives a Connor a weird look.

"No… it's Tuesday."

"Oh! My mistake. It must be this summer heat. Messing with my head."

The woman is looking at Connor like he had grown a third eye.

"It's the middle of April."

"I see. Thank you."

Connor walks away from the bewildered woman. A line forms between his eyebrows. The android riots had started in early December. That means he had been missing for over three months! Connor's advanced hearing suddenly picks up the sound of shouting. Calculating the distance, the sound came from only a few blocks away. Connor quickly jogs towards the noise and comes upon what is quickly turning into a potential riot. Connor slips into the crowd that's beginning to form. He slyly, snatches a hat from a distracted man, covering his face. It could mean trouble if Connor was recognized right now.

Anti-Android protesters were in the middle of a shouting match with a crowd of onlookers. One of the protesters is currently in a standoff with a male android.

"You fuckers think because you look like one of us you can be one?!"

"I think like one of you therefore I am like you. And right now, I'd say I'm better than you. Picking a fight with someone who shouldn't have to defend themselves because of what they are."

Behind the android, a human woman and an android child hid, cowering. The human had an arm around the child's shoulder, protecting the little android. As Connor snuck closer his optical units began to detect the bruises forming on the woman's wrists. He observed the male protestor. He was dressed in a black hoody and jeans with a mega phone and baseball bat in his hands. The male android's arm was dented slightly. Looking back at the woman, the child seemed unharmed, but Connor caught a trickle of blood dripping down the woman's knee.

Time slows and Connor closes his eyes. He could see exactly what had happened here. The protestor became enraged when he saw a human and android child walking hand and hand. He had grabbed the woman's wrist most likely berating her for having a robot child. When the woman tried to free herself, the protester chose to let her go causing her to tumble to the ground, scraping her knee. The protestor raised his bat to strike the child. The woman tucked her close attempting to bock the blow, when the male android intervened. The bat came down on the male android's arm as he blocked the bat.

Connor opens his eyes. The protester is enraged again but drops his bat. The male android takes this as a sign that he gives up. This is a mistake. Connor catches a glimpse of the man slipping his hand into his hoody pocket. Connor can barely make out the faint outline of a gun. A feeling akin to panic intrudes Connor's senses. Pulling his hat down over his eyes, Connor pushes his way to the front of the crowd.

Just as the protestor begins to pull the gun from his pocket, Connor grabs a hold of his elbow affectively stopping him. The protestor looks up startled.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What the fuck! Dude! Why don't you mind your own business?"

"When you threaten the lives of others it becomes my business."

The male android, who was attending to the woman and child turned when he noticed the renewed commotion. The sound of sirens filters in over the chatter of the onlookers.

"What are you a cop?"

"A detective actually."

The sirens are close now and cop cars begin to show up at the scene. A familiar voice cuts through all the noise.

"Alright you break it up. What do you cock suckers think you're doing?"

Everyone turns to let in a group of cops who had been called to the scene. In the middle of them stood nonother than Hank himself. Connor stood for a moment in shock. The protestor's face turned to disgust.

"Here are the real pigs. Fucking, who do you are?"

The protestor pushes Connor, who was too distracted to notice the movement. The male android catches him as he tips over knocking the cap from his head revealing his face and the LED light on his temple. Hank, who was watching the whole scene, turns pale as the recognition sets in. He stares, mouth gaping and Connor can't help but stare back. This could have gone better.

"Connor?"

"You're a fucking robot too?!"

The protestor had finally noticed Connor's LED. Connor righted himself and took a step towards him, not noticing that the protestor was reaching back into his hoody pocket.

"I've had enough of you motherfuckers today!"

The protestor has fully revealed the gun and has aimed it straight at the male android. Before Connor can calculate a plan, his body moves. Time slows as the protestor pushes down on the trigger. The android blinks in shock and Connor turns back towards the cowering group. As the bullet leaves the barrel, Connor sticks out his arm effectively blocking the bullet's path with his bicep. The bullet pierces his arm and lodges inside but the impact jerked him backwards.

"CONNOR!"

Connor can hear Hank yelling his name but the audio is fuzzy. The fall must have corrupted his audio files. Suddenly, it hits him. A feeling he had never experienced before and one he would soon become all too familiar with. Shooting pain rockets from his arm to the rest of his body leaving him breathless. Connor gasps, tears welling in his eyes as he clutches a hand to his arm. Connor feels Hank drop to his knees besides him.

"Connor, can you hear me?"

Connor can but he cannot reply. A shock runs through him as he lifts his hand from his wounded arm. Red stains his hands and the unfamiliar smell of blood fills the air. Hank's eyes widen in shock.

"Jesus Christ."

Connor barely registers Hank calling for back up and an ambulance as he slowly loses consciousness. Then the world turns black.