First off I want to say thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! It was so kind of all of you to share your thoughts with me and I really appreciate it. It's one of the reasons I was able to get so motivated to get this out quickly, since all of you seemed eager to see more of the story. I'll definitely do my best to keep up a fast pace so no one has to wait too long.

As said before, don't own Detroit the game. I also don't own Detroit the city. Go figure.

Chapter 2: Hard Disk Error

It had become a bit of a fascination what Connor could do as a Deviant and it often led to little experiments. All his information on his former targets had been programmed into him, fed to him by CyberLife. He'd thought before that he had a very good idea of what they were, what they could do and what they couldn't. They could emulate feelings better than machines but it was still just as fake. Stronger perhaps but it let to overreactions and problems, not unlike a machine overheating or coming down with a virus. Deviancy was nothing more than a processing issue, a machine following programming but in an incorrect way and thus becoming dysfunctional.

Every day, now that he knew better, he felt thankful he'd been able to find Markus and be convinced to make his own decisions in his life. He was much better off for it, seeing his emotions as real, as valid and something that shouldn't and couldn't be taken away from him.

Understanding Deviants was still at the core of his programming though. The need to hunt them was no longer relevant, but it didn't mean he still didn't make it his job to understand them. He supposed he could only change so much before he stopped being Connor. Thus leading him to trying to sleep, mostly to see if he could, and if so, if others like him could as well.

So far the experiment had been somewhat successful. He had a standby mode of course, could put himself in the state of almost being off and awaiting commands from his program in order to become active again. During that time there was nothing, just darkness and his sensor passively scanning his surroundings in case a need to be running again came up. This was different though, instead of turning off just… thinking. He didn't direct his thoughts at all, didn't give his processor something to work on, he just thought idly and random things popped up in his mind. Most of the time it brought him back to the garden he knew so well, but there was no Amanda there any longer. He knew it couldn't be the program that had let CyberLife connect to him, knew he'd escaped it when he'd almost lost control of himself. Afterward he'd manually deleted every trace of it from his entire being before he'd let himself get even a hundred feet of Markus again. Still, he thought about the place often, even when he didn't have a reason for it or mean to.

As he lay on the couch, it was obvious that Connor was in a deep resting mode. Even his eyes were able to mimic the same eye movements as humans when in a REM cycle. Again, he had similar dreams or maybe even nightmares of the things he could have done in the uprisings. Of the ways he could have died, of Thirium running down Chloe's forehead, down her nose as her head drooped-

He jolted up at the image, sitting upright with tight lips and wide eyes. No, he didn't kill Chloe. He didn't die at any point.

Speaking of Chloe she looked over when he suddenly shifted, looking up at him. It was hours later, the sunlight starting to stream in through the window curtains. The TV was on, but she was still laying next to him, watching him in concern.

"Connor, are you alright?" she asked him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, his LED red as he began to relax. There was certainly a disadvantage to allowing himself to think without direction. He had too many regrets over his existence to let his mind wander as often as he did. No wonder Hank always felt so grumpy.

"I'm okay," he sighed, the shock from the nightmare quickly subsiding as his programs booted up. "Good morning, Chloe."

"Good morning, Connor," she said. He couldn't help but notice her hand was still clasped to his but he made no movement to have her release it and instead turned his head to the television. The news was on, reports on Channel 16 about the opinion polls on President Warren.

"Despite following public opinion on the matter of Deviants wanting freedom, many are still criticizing President Warren for taking so long to address concerns. Links between the extermination camps and previous ugly points in human history are being brought up in several places, but she had refused comment. Approval rating now at the lowest point it's been at 12%, very few people are showing support. Likewise, her recent actions have earned her the ire from anti-android groups as well, who believe now that androids are demanding pay for their work it has even further hurt their chances of finding any paying jobs. This not helped by an amendment proposed to change the anti-discrimination law suggested for parliament to look over that would state businesses can not turn away androids looking for work simply for not being human. Despite support coming from many citizens over the positive changes, several had taken to media to post that despite the president's change of opinion, the lateness of it and her very public previous approval and ties to CyberLife could jeopardize fair treatment. This in relation to CyberLife's plummeting stocks are-"

"Television off," he said, letting his head rest back on the arm of the couch.

"You said androids were free now," she mentioned.

"They are, but freedom doesn't always bring solutions overnight," he admitted. "How long were you watching that?"

"A few hours. I couldn't sleep," she admitted. "Things seem very bad out there."

"It's a transition period. It'll get better," he said. "So, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," she stated before she moved to sit up and finally let go of his hand. "Would it be okay if you repaired my leg though? I don't think I can do it on my own."

"Of course," he said, clearing his throat and getting off the couch. Pulling over the computer chair, he sat down and gently brought Chloe's foot up to his lap. "I see it is turned at a 46 degree angle. I shall remove the leg, realign the receiver and replace the limb afterward. Alright?"

"Okay," she said with a nod. She pulled at the robe with her hand, opening it up and pulling it back so the material would not catch on anything when he removed her parts.

"If you could remove the skin around the insertion point, please?" Connor asked, focusing on her leg. Near nudity did not bother him in the slightest, although sometimes he just found himself… staring. The amount of times Hank had to call him back into his main processes because he would gaze at a picture or someone who looked interesting a bit too long was sometimes rather embarrassing. Hopefully while they did this, the man wouldn't walk in on him working on the stripped down Chloe. It didn't help that she was watching so closely as he firmly kept his eyes trained on her leg and didn't dare let himself glance up… more than once anyway.

Removing the part took a little bit of jostling to get the twisted limb free. Connor took a look at the stump to make sure it was all in order.

"The socket looks good," he said, now looking at the connector pieces for the leg. "Ah, here's the twist."

"I fell when getting to the car," she explained. "I stole a CyberLife vehicle and drove off with it. I knew I wouldn't make it on foot."

Connor nodded as he twisted the connector back into place, assessing its functionality.

"It's back in place and working again. I'll reattach your leg now," he said, putting a hand on the receptor socket before pushing the connector in. "There, that should be better."

She moved her leg a little, testing the movement as he scanned her to check on the status of the connection. Everything seemed in working order.

"Much better. Thank you," she said before she looked to her arm hanging limply by her torn and exposed shoulder. "This might need parts though. Don't worry though. I still have access to Elijah's monetary accounts. I'm sure I could buy a replacement somewhere CyberLife can't track from a secondhand dealer."

"I am good friends with Markus, the one who led the peaceful protest and marches. He can easily get you parts that aren't in CyberLife's control," Connor said. "We can ask him for help just as easily and it'll be safer."

In fact, he had been making many friends with the other androids after he aided in Markus' rebellion. A lot of the models from CyberLife he'd freed, original members of Jericho, even the two Traci's from the Eden Club. He sent emails to Kara and Alice to make sure they were both doing okay as well, liking to keep up with them. They were both happy to stay in Canada with Luther while America still had shaky opinions on androids but kept in touch. Connor was finding his place in the world, like many others, and it gave him plenty of contacts to find help from.

Speaking of that, he would probably have to get in touch with a few to find her more than just parts.

"You can't walk around in a robe for however long you'll be here. We'll need to get you some clothes, I can take your measurements and acquire something for you, if you wished."

She looked down at herself, as if only just noticing she was in nothing more than a two piece string bikini and the robe only half hanging off of her. It would be inconvenient for her to have to walk around in that all the time. She'd need something better.

"Maybe a couple of things to wear. I don't want to put you out any," she said.

"It's no inconvenience. We are friends, after all. At least, I hope we are," Connor said, stepping back from her leg, his LED flashing yellow as he sent a message to the fellow android. "I've already put together an email for Markus to let him know what parts we need."

"Friends," she agreed with a smile and nod. "My first ever. It's a little exciting, Connor."

"It is," he replied as he smiled back. "Hank was my first friend. Our interactions were a little turbulent at first, but we work well together."

"That's why I came to his house," she stated as she looked around. "It's how I was able to find you. Will I be staying here with you two then, or should I leave once I'm repaired?"

"I think that depends on Hank. I'm sure he wouldn't mind you staying here while you get on your feet, so to speak," Connor said, walking over to the cupboard where there was a rack of his clothes. He had to change out of the clothes he slept in, too wrinkly for a new day. "I think it best if you maintain a low profile for now, considering CyberLife's actions."

She said nothing, instead getting up and walking over to him. He noticed it already seemed much easier for her than it had been before.

"May I borrow one of your shirts?" she asked. She was nowhere near his size, a full head shorter than him, but it was better than being so exposed until she got her own things.

"Hm? Of course," Connor said, buttoning his new shirt. "Take your pick."

He had been slowly branching out with new clothes every week as he learned what he enjoyed. There were a few jackets and t-shirts along with his work shirts. Hank had gotten him a Hawaiian shirt as a joke but he hadn't been able to bring himself to even touch it yet.

She ended up grabbing a simple button up one, white in color. Easing her limp arm looked like it was a challenge but she managed. Though the buttons were proving to be too much for her, especially since the sleeve was just long enough to get in the way of her hand. She kept trying to raise her wrist to get it to fall away and let her continue, but it kept slipping back in the way whenever she tried to button the shirt one-handed.

"I'm sorry," she said, sounding embarrassed. "In sixteen years of existing I've never had this kind of trouble with anything before. I'm usually better functioning than this, I promise."

"You are damaged," Connor reassured her, coming over to help her with the shirt. "It's alright. I just received word from Markus, he should have a compatible arm for you by the end of the day." His sensors also alerted him that it was starting to reach 7:30am. Hank needed to be awake soon.

She puffed out her cheeks a bit, seeming frustrated. His hands paused as he looked at her, stalling out for a second. The reaction was… terribly cute.

"First ever android to be created advanced enough to pass the Turing test, defeated by polyester and cotton," she said. "Who would have thought it? Thank you for helping me so much, Connor. You're my hero."

Connor swallowed and smiled shyly. Hm, shyness. He didn't think that would be an emotion he would experience, but there it was. He got back to buttoning the shirt before she could realize something was wrong with him.

"You're welcome, Chloe. We all have tough times. I had an android rip out my pump regulator and pin me to a counter top with a knife once. It was tough, but I lived through it."

"That must be so hard for you," she said. "You have to be state of the art to do such a dangerous job every day."

"It was my mission. I simply did what I had to do," he replied.

"Still, weren't you scared? Thinking back on the attack on Elijah, it doesn't seem to make sense to me now that I wasn't terrified," Chloe admitted to him. "Do you still do such dangerous things? You mentioned last night you still investigate."

"Technically I work as a 'specialist consultant' for the DPD now. I don't get paid since androids don't receive money yet for work, but that might change in the future. Right now I'm filed under a volunteer. It was the only way the department could legally allow me to continue helping, a loophole really. It's fulfilling so I continue."

Speaking of a job, he really needed to continue on getting ready for the day. She seemed to have thought the same as she suddenly reached for his hair that was still a mess from sleeping on the couch. She had to stand up on her tip toes to run her fingers through it to smooth it down. He stood completely still as she worked. It was a... strange sensation. The tips of her fingers felt soft, the motion much more soothing than it should be, yet also left him feeling oddly tense. His program seemed to slow down for a moment and he told himself to run a diagnostic later. It had to be on the fritz, slowing down like this twice now concerning her. Seemingly satisfied when the soft locks were no longer sticking up in the air, she smiled.

"I'll go wake your partner," she said.

It took a moment to even realize what she said, as if she was speaking another language, which was utterly impossible seeing as he was fluent in over 300 of them. After blinking a few times, he shook his head gently.

"It's alright, Chloe. Hank is a complex human. Getting up at a reasonable hour is not common practice for him. It would be better if I wake him."

"Then I'll go make some breakfast," she said. "I'd like to be of use while I'm here. I don't think my standby mode is working anymore anyway, so just sitting around will be hard. I'll keep from anything complicated though, promise."

"If you need any help, don't hesitate to ask," he offered sincerely. After taking a moment to clear his head, he went over to Hank's bedroom door and knocked. When he received no reply besides a halfhearted sounding curse, he simply knocked again. This was a daily occurrence by now and he wasn't at all bothered by it.

"Alright already!" Hank yelled. The door yanked open and he stormed out, obviously to give Connor a piece of his mind before Chloe passed by the hallway and into the kitchen. He stopped short and looked confused at that, his still sleepy gaze following the young lady.

"There's a half-dressed blonde in the house," he pointed out, looking at Connor confused. "I thought you were into Asians?"

His cheeks actually began to feel heat at Hank's comment. Though he'd never blushed before he'd become a Deviant, he was still just as lifelike as the other models. It felt like the plastic of his face might melt with how hot he suddenly felt, discreet vents in his skin blowing out air to try and cool down.

"She doesn't have any suitable clothes and asked to borrow one of my shirts. I managed to fix her leg, but she will need a replacement arm," he explained quickly before his partner said anything else like that. "Also, you need to get ready for work."

"What are you talking… Oh. Fuck. Of course," he said with a nod. "Okay, right. Give me a minute."

Connor adjusted his tie and stepped away from Hank's bedroom door. His cheeks returned to a normal color and he sighed softly. Why in the world had Hank assumed that of all things? Granted, not a lot of nearly naked women paraded around in the man's home, but still.

While Hank went to wash up and then get dressed, Connor went to find Chloe was already busy in the kitchen getting food ready. There obviously wasn't much she could make even with two hands though, the pantries not very stocked on variety. Eventually she just poured a bowl of cereal for him along with a plate of toast and made a pot of coffee. Seeing a dog's food bowl, she filled that too as well as water in the opposite bowl.

"Breakfast is ready," she informed him, seeming every bit the personal assistant she'd been programmed to be. However, before he could open his mouth to comment Sumo came barreling out of the bedroom as soon as he heard his food falling into his bowl. Breakfast was never this early and he was very excited.

"Easy Sumo," Connor admonished gently as he patted his head.

"Well, at least someone is awake this morning," she stated as Hank grumbled softly and moved past her to indulge in his breakfast. "Is he always like this in the morning?"

"Hank or Sumo?" Connor asked with a slight smirk on his face.

She seemed was caught off by the joke, not expecting it at all. She couldn't help but laugh suddenly, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stop, the sound soft and pleasant. Connor just chuckled at her reaction, quickly dodging the tennis ball that Hank threw at his face while Sumo bounded over to grab it in his big mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said as she shook her head. "It's just the file on your unit I have never mentioned sarcasm. You took me off guard."

"It is something I learned from Hank and the other police officers. It's a fascinating layer of humor. I very much enjoy it," he explained.

"It suits you. Especially when you smirk like that," she stated. "It gives you a devilishly handsome sort of expression."

He shouldn't have been surprised she knew an expression like that, yet he found that his cheeks began to get warm again before he cleared his throat. Hank snorted from the kitchen, probably getting the wrong impression entirely.

"Thank you," he managed to say, because it was the only reply he could think of. A diagnostic worked its way up on his priorities all of a sudden, preferably the second he was away from Chloe. She seemed very good at distracting him.

"Alright, time to get going," Hank said as he got up. "You coming, Connor? I can drop you off if you need to meet up with Markus or something first."

"No, let's just head to the department," he said, thankful for the rescue. "Chloe, if you need me, here is my contact information. Sumo doesn't need any more food for the day, and you are welcome to watch the TV some more if you want to."

He was sure to transfer the information to her without touch this time, suddenly eager to get going.

"Okay, thank you. Have a good day," she called after them as the left.

Hank barely even waited for the door to close and lock before he laughed and slapped Connor on the back, causing him to roll his eyes some at the action.

"I know that look on your face, Hank. I didn't do anything with her."

"Looks like you wanted to. I've seen you stare at pleasure units before. I know that bashful look of interest you get," he stated. "Human or android, a man is a man."

Connor opened his mouth to argue and then stopped.

"I... Alright, she's pretty, but she was wounded and vulnerable. What kind of a person would I be if I did that- I've never even done- You know what, this is already awkward. I'm just going to shut up."

"Hey, you're attracted to her. It's understandable. She's not even human and I'm attracted to her," he said with a shrug as he walked to his car. "She's going to be with us for who knows how long. It wouldn't make you a sleazeball to ask her out for a Thirium drink or something once she's settled, if that's what you guys do on dates."

Connor just covered his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he settled into his seat. They were not having this conversation.

"I converted her only last night. She's newly Deviant, I can't just push myself into her life like that when she's barely even aware of what her life could be."

"Gee, fucking wonder why you never got laid before, Connor," he snarked.

"I didn't really cross my mind so much until you started mentioning it. That, and the vintage magazines you keep in your sock draw," Connor said nonchalantly.

"Don't go snooping in my sock drawer," he shot back. "I'm just saying, give it a chance sometime. She seems to like your dry ass personality anyway. If nothing comes of it least you get to say you tried. Though I'm surprised you even have the equipment for it."

"You should keep your drawers shut then," Connor bounced back, adjusting his tie. "You're intrigued about my equipment functions, Hank?"

Hank shot a look back at him.

"I meant for sex," he said bluntly. "I mean, you have got something to have that, right? I'm kind of surprised really, considering you weren't built with relationships in mind. Can't think of any Deviant cases were a dick would be needed."

Connor could normally answer so concisely, factual and without hesitation, but he ended up fumbling over his words again.

"I am not a pleasure unit, nor was I designed to be any kind of domestic unit for relationship purposes," he said. Why in the world were they talking about this?!

"But I mean, you still have something down there, right?" Hank asked before snickering. "Oh fuck, it would be so funny if you didn't."

"Why would it be funny?" Connor asked genuinely, tilting his head some.

"Because... Oh shit, you know what? I'm not even going to insult your manhood by explaining it," he said with a shake of his head. "This conversation is getting officially off track."

Connor nodded and stared forward through the window. The fact was he did indeed have such a feature, though he himself didn't know why. He'd never asked and had just supposed all androids were made lifelike and to design him without one would have just been extra work. Honestly, it hadn't seemed even remotely important and he couldn't entirely understand why his partner was suddenly poking fun at him over the matter. He knew males often put utmost importance on their genitalia but why escaped him. Even with his social relations program, humans could be so odd at times.

"In any case, what are we going to do about the girl?" Hank asked, thankfully moving to serious matters. "She might be the only one who even knows Kamski is dead. We can't just say we know without raising some questions how we found out about it."

"We can't mention her, Hank. CyberLife would find her and kill her," Connor said. "We say nothing about it. Kamski is a popular man, his news will be out soon enough, even if he does live out of town. He still gets people visiting at times. Someone will notice eventually. I say we wait for others to start talking about it before we acknowledge it."

"Right. Good plan. Only other option would be to try and report it anonymously, but your way has less risks," he said. "Still, something about this stinks. CyberLife is so desperate to get them back under control they're going to start trying to build a completely new android?"

"I've actually been doing some digging. Some things about CyberLife concerned me once I became Deviant. They tried to take back control of my programming," he confessed, looking at Hank. "Last night when you called I was actually on a lead. Despite circumstances, there's been some recent hiring at their main location despite their loss of money. I thought that movement might mean something and it seems it's not entirely unfounded. They're hiding something."

"Fuck. They can do that to you?" Hank asked. "You're probably right. This seems like a lot of effort to go to just to do something like create android they could legally sell now without needing to give them rights."

"They tried to but they failed," he corrected. "Do you remember when Elijah said, 'I always leave an emergency exit in my programs'? I found it, and in doing so, I became truly free from CyberLife's control."

"Maybe that's why they went in gun blazing. You think maybe they wanted to off him in revenge, like they knew somehow what he did? Jesus Christ, no wonder he sent Chloe to you. CyberLife would probably be gunning for you next anyway."

That was an unnerving thought. After his own copy attacked him, he wouldn't put it past the company to do such a thing.

"Perhaps Chloe and I should find a place to lay low for a while."

"I don't want to admit it, but it's a good idea," Hank said. "If the two of you stay there it's almost guaranteed they could locate you. Hell, she was able to find my address in less than a day banged up to hell and back. You might want to talk to Markus about a safe place to hide. I don't like it, but he might be the only one you can trust right now. If you asked the station for a safe house someone might talk and be a leak."

It was thinking like that which proved even at his lowest, the man was still an effective detective. It was all very possible and Connor knew he'd have to plan accordingly. Ironic he'd once hunted Deviants for CyberLife and now himself was one that might need to go on the lam.

"SHIT!" Hank yelled suddenly, hitting the steering wheel and startling the android. "Why the fuck they got to fuck with my partner, huh? You shouldn't have to spend you whole goddamn life scared of those cock sucking mother fuckers!"

He smiled sadly at the man's outburst. Despite the crudeness, it was touching.

"It is what it is, Hank. I am worth a small fortune, as are most androids. I can't imagine a company being very happy that their products decided not to be sold any longer."

"You're fucking people, Connor!" he snapped, as if his partner needed reminding of that. "Whole fucking country was able to see that, why can't they?! I mean, shit! They could still sell parts to you people, and your blue blood, and repairs if you get hurt. They could even still make fucking androids for other androids, you know if someone wanted to start a family or something! It's not like they have to have slaves or they go under! They just a bunch of ball washing bastards!"

"Calm down, Hank!" Connor said, putting a hand on the man's chest. Sometimes the man's passion worried him. He didn't have the most ideal cholesterol levels. "Easy, take a breath. Not every human is as open minded as we would like them to be. We are inorganic, man-made objects. It may take a while before we are accepted as such, but right now I would like to focus on staying alive. That includes not dying in a rage induced accident, by the way."

Hank breathed deep, trying to calm down. Gruff as he acted, he was worrying still.

"Okay, I'm cool," he said as he took another breath. Good thing too since they were almost to the station anyway. Hank would need to be careful there and not tip anyone off to what they knew. "Look, just promise me one thing, okay? Shit hits the fan, you get somewhere safe. You can't take on all of CyberLife on your own."

Connor quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Well, I did once. I remember winning that one too, with you to thank," he said, though saw that wasn't easing his partner's concerns. "I will make the attempt, Hank. I'll confide in Markus and find a safe place."

"That's all I can ask. Not like it was at the beginning when I could order you to do something, not that I would now anyway. Come to think of it, it never worked that well," he chuckled. "Ah shit. This is just a big mess. Them going around killing people, hunting innocent girls, it's fucked up. We humans can't even act decent to ourselves, much less anyone else."

"That's why we're cops, Hank," Connor said, making sure his tie was right before he put his hand on the door handle. "It's just a regular day, like always. Besides, you've been sober for two and a half weeks now. You're doing great."

"Yeah, but I wanna break that record," he said as he got out of the car and lightly punched him in the chest. "Wonder if that girl knows how to make a cocktail."

"She did make drinks for Kamski, so I would imagine so," Connor said thoughtfully. "But she wouldn't have anything to work with since there is no alcohol in the house."

"Oh yeah," he said, looking genuine disappointment at that. "Too bad too."

Once the two of them entered the police station, Fowler was instantly on them. "Anderson, Connor! In my office!"

"Ugh. Not even time for coffee yet," Hank groaned as he walked into the office, holding the door open for Connor before following in after him. "Let me guess, there's an emergency, right?"

"You read my mind," Fowler said, sitting down at his desk and threading his fingers together. "Look, I want this kept low profile, alright? Elijah Kamski was killed last night."

Connor widened his eyes at the 'news'. He'd calculated someone would have found out eventually, but so soon? The man was a shut in. It shouldn't have gotten out so quickly after it had been done. The attack had only been a little over twenty-four hours ago. How had anyone learned of it so fast?

"Who reported it. Any witnesses?" Hank asked, glancing at Connor. He seemed to be under the same mindset.

"Young man by the name of James Crispin. Said he was there to deliver the groceries this morning. Works for a grocery chain store downtown. Says he goes there once a week at six and found the place ransacked. Collins is on his way to go talk to him and check out the scene," the captain explained. "This is high profile. We might need to pull you in on it. There's still some hostility concerning androids right now and with him being their creator? It might be linked. Not only that, we're having more reports of humans being killed by suspected androids. We've had five reports just this week. Considering the recent events, this isn't a good image."

"Jesus Christ," Hank said softly. "Markus wouldn't allow that from his group. He's worked too hard for friendly relations."

"Whether it's been allowed or not isn't the main problem here. My concern is whether the people find out and act on it. So if it isn't androids, you need to find out who the hell committed these murders," Fowler growled. At the least, it seemed having Connor around was helping Hank get back on track to being the best cop in Detroit. "I have faith in both of your abilities. Your files are on your terminals."

"Alright. We'll get right on it," the man said with a nod.

Connor followed Hank out of Fowler's office and went to his desk, tapping on the terminal to bring up the information.

"Hm, the reports are scattered around the city…" he mused as he downloaded them to his mainframe.

"It looks like they're all recent too. That's too strange to just be a coincidence. These have to be coordinated," Hank said. "Shit, why the fuck would androids be going around killing humans though? Why would they risk turning opinion on their freedom like that?"

"Besides Kamski, the rest are all your average day human. Middle to low class citizens, mixed records. There is no correlation linking them at all," Connor replied as he went over the files and shook his head.

"We said the same thing about the Deviants though," Hank mused. There could be a connection they weren't seeing, but Connor had to admit there didn't seem to be much to bring together just yet. He was good, but even his program needed information to work with.

"Seems there were a couple witnesses on one of the murders in the street, claimed it was an android. There's another that happened in an apartment complex with cameras," the human continued. "The other three no witnesses, the bodies were found after. Not much to go on."

No, there really wasn't, the android realized as he prioritized the files and found nothing that show it wasn't one of his people that had done this. It was very worrying.

End of Chapter 2

Ack, I know I promised some Simon and Markus in this chapter, but it didn't end up getting to that point. I promise next chapter for sure. Sorry, plot kind of took more space than I thought it would.

On the other hand, have some awkward Connor. Ever since the Eden Club I found him oddly endearing when he would get flustered. It's clear he wasn't programed for that kind of thing, but he still could notice… attributes about his fellow androids. Oh Connor, I do think low key you could be very naughty if you weren't so tightly wound. It's also the reason for the chapter title since that's an error you can get when you have SMART hard drives, and… well, Connor never acts that smart around pretty ladies I've noticed. Yes, it's a horrible joke and I'm going to hell. Sue me.