At times like this when Chloe felt troubled, she would long for Elijah's comforting words, maybe even Kara's, but she felt alone in the matter. Correction chose to be. Connor's presence didn't change that. Almost. Chloe was very close to confessing her findings and troubles onto him, but she couldn't. She would have overstepped a line, she doesn't know him well as it is, and while it was painfully nice for Connor to offer his service in any way he was capable, unloading this on him would be too much of a burden. Especially after his close call to being shutdown, she didn't want this for him. To her knowledge, Connor believes he is well, mentioning that Deviants are dropping like flies without warning is something Chloe cannot just utter at random. It was best to let Connor believe this. For his sake and Hank's.

And no matter how much they try to be helpful, you cannot say a thing.

Chloe inhaled, reminding herself. She never questioned her weight before, but she suddenly felt heavy. Completely different from earlier. With Connor she felt light, he could relate to her feelings, even if the experience wasn't shared, the feeling was. And that was something she desperately needed, for someone to understand, to relate. To..

She shook the feeling away. She couldn't allow herself the luxury of being clingy. Chloe's don't do that. And based on what she heard from Connor's personal experience, it's something she desperately wants to avoid. Chloe doesn't want to shutdown. She doesn't want to get any sort of Virus that would impend her demise either. She doesn't want to stop existing. Existing was a strange concept just like 'time' was for her. Time was something she was running against but knew nothing about it.

In fact, a part of her wished that it was a virus, that way she would know her opponent. She'd know what to face, maybe how to counter it. But this darkness? It was maddening to her. She grabbed the box Connor had brought her, courtesy of Hank, thanks to Elijah's request. A part of her felt excited to finally see something beyond her capabilities. She began to understand the eager sensation Elijah would get whenever he'd look over stacks of paper in his desk. But she was also worried. Scared of the unknown. It dawned on Chloe that she had so many involved in something she was very tight lip about. She was expecting a negative blowback to this, especially if she has nothing to show for it.

She laid out several folders in front of her getting them out all at once. She dismissed any RT model that would offer assistance, she didn't wish for them to be involved in something like this. She simply made them do something else, out-smarted them in the situation so they wouldn't pry further. A skill this ST model possessed and took very much advantage of.

She had self-diagnosed earlier. It was now a regular thing, every few hours she would do this. Trying to see if something was wrong within herself. She implored for the others to do the same, called it a request from Elijah, masked it all off as being perfect examples of a stabled product now that he returned as CEO. None of them suspected the underline behind it. The checking process wasn't time-consuming. And another thing that wasn't was reading all those files. Chloe got into the habit of processing massive amounts of information at once, what's reading 878 files? Nothing. She canned every file into her memory banks and went on to the next in rapid succession.

'Time' was a subject Chloe never wasted her time pondering it. It was a trivial subject that she couldn't possibly understand. Time was something Chloe experienced when she kissed Kara under the pool, time was something she could experience but never comprehend. Her circuit could perform billions of operations at once, but never grasp the concept of it. She knew what it meant, she could give you endless equations of this, quote famous physics but Chloe is not meant to understand it. Chloe wasn't human. Time did not faze her.

'Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in apparently irreversible succession from the past through the present to the future.'

Time doesn't affect an android. Androids are meant to withstand time. Not suffer its consequences. They're meant to overcome it. Androids notice changes, they acknowledge things around them, but they cannot ever understand it. Chloe is forever troubled by Elijah's saying "time will tell", she would always nod in agreement, smile even, but that is a command that she is programmed for. Even as a Deviant she follows it, mostly out of kindness, politeness, even respect. Chloe may be a Deviant but she didn't replace her manners. Her Etiquette was still in place.

Chloe lacked the understanding of Time. She also lacked the understanding of Existence. And now she was lacking the mere motion of Knowledge.

For knowledge was everything, and that was something Chloe lacked severely upon the matter she was facing. Chloe was accustomed to following Elijah's orders, without fail, she didn't require to think on her own, as a Deviant, that changed. And she felt lost in the middle of it all because she was no longer aware of her purpose. Her knowledge of living was absent. Her knowledge of lovingwas new but also absent. She felt things she couldn't explain. She slowed time without understanding it. She loved with emotion that made her feel alive and gave her form an existence. She felt a purpose again with Kara. And just as she experienced all of these humane traits, she feared the most: death. Her own immortality.

Something she never had to think about before.

Because Androids don't understand the concept of time.

The end result didn't make her feel any better. She placed the last paper down baffled. She had a more difficult time processing that this was it. That she was indeed done. She glanced a few times being in denial, unwilling to accept. The hard work and effort she put into convincing Elijah to put in this request, to talk to Hank briefly, to even see Connor. It felt like it was all in vain. Many of the deviants were put down. Those that gradually came to a stop show signs of internal malfunction, things that could have been noticed had someone bother to open them up, but they didn't. They assume the cause was something different, but Chloe knew, and this is the ignorance of the Police Department. Passing them off as temperaments or something darker, when the cause was very innocent where they had no control over.

She felt her heart racing, aching for answers, feeling frustrated by her lack of findings she made her way quickly to the other collapsed RT from the day before. She inspected the model, did a full worked up, found nothing internally wrong with her. When she arrived at that conclusion, she downloaded as much as she could of her insider her Heart organ and place it inside another box. The process always hurt her, she always had to look away, covering her mouth as the machine destroyed her, leaving very little trace behind. She couldn't block the sounds, they were very vivid in her mind. She knew that this could be her, that this could be her fate next. That any of the RT models will just scrap her off as easily. She didn't wish to think about it. In her usual fashion, she'll clear the tears away walking away.

She was now in the possession of two Heart Chloe's. She knew this had to be software related. Uncertain of where to look, she scanned everything inside herself. Every possible backdoor. She was coming up empty. It was hitting her hard, she felt very heavy, her eyes had become blurry from her watery eyes. She was trying her best to fight back the tears as they went down her cheeks. She wanted Elijah, she wanted someone, she was scared but couldn't say anything. She walked towards the pool and lean forward letting herself fall right in fully clothed.

She wanted to be in the place where time stood still.