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Connor was now the owner of two pairs of jeans and four different shirts. It's like he had options or something. It was true that day-to-day life hadn't felt much different to Conner from before and after. He went to work, cooked for Hank and worked on case files. The biggest difference was that he no longer had to report to Amanda. He didn't miss it that was for sure, she always unsettled him a bit. Probably due in part to the fact that she knew he was going to be destroyed whether or not he succeeded in his mission. And the fact that they had basicly designed him to become a deviant.
Hank could tell that Connor was in deep thought, his LED shifted between blues and yellows, his eyes straight forward. It was starting to get cool out as the sun was setting on the horizon. Hank shifted the bag from the convenience store to his other hand.
The motion broke Connor from this train of thought, "Should I carry that for you?"
"I can get it," Hank gruffs.
Connor knew he shouldn't have even offered, he knew it offended Hank a little bit to ask if he wants any kind of help, especially carrying something as trivial as a bag of drinks. He looks up to the sky that was slowly starting to darken. It was a beautiful sunset today, the sky was streaked with oranges and purples. "Do most, 'days-off' go by this quickly?"
"Most times," Hank starts, "today was totally wasted too." He glances at the android who looked uneasy and his eyes looked about at everything. Did it really dishevel him so much to not have done anything for just one day? It's not like he's got a timer on his life or anything. Hell, as long as Cyberlife still makes parts Connor could run perpetually. Hank certainly couldn't dream of living such a long life. "Don't feel bad about it," he reassures, "every now and then, the best thing to do is nothing. It's can even be better for the mind to walk away from things, refresh your thoughts and start again the next day."
"I don't really think androids work that way Hank," Connor starts weakly. It was true he was nagged by this little thing all day. Like he was suppose to be somewhere else doing something. Doing anything. He had done so much nothing today. He just sat there for that movie, and he just walked around the mall with Hank, even though they had purchased everything they had come for.
"It's not about being a fucking android, Connor, it about being human. Your fancy plastic head may only be full of wires and hardware but there's something in there that made irrationalizations. The most happy creatures on the planet are the ones who have irrational behaviors, who play instead of work, who are lazy every now and then and enjoy the things that they have earned. What's the point of working for the world, if you don't even know what the world looks like?" Hank huffs and then lets out a little sigh as he unlocks the front door. He'd even hit himself hard with silly life philosophies, looking around his little house, his eyes finally saw the things that Connor had brought into his life. Had he repainted the living room? There were also little throw pillows on the couch, when had those shown up? It was so clean, but welcoming, Cole's mother created this feeling in the house. It been a few days since Cole's name crossed his mind. His eyes fell on the tall brunet in his living room, Connor RK.
The only one of his kind.
His.
Connor's LED was spinning wildly. Human antics again clouding up this thoughts and making his processors go into overdrive to sort all this out. It was more productive to do nothing? Irrationalizations make your human? Could they be close enough to be called humans? Though he understood the last part. What good is it to work for something that you never get to enjoy? There would be no point in working for it in the first place. Did he enjoy the day?
Well, he loved the dog park, it was the most 'fun' he's had since the 'war' last year. He loved combat and thinking quick on his feet. The mall was fun too, Hank had called over a younger associate to help him pick out some clothes. Connor was grateful for this, he definitely couldn't see himself in shaggy pants and Hank's stripy shirt. He'd even discovered that he liked showing off a little bit; it was very flattering to have to come out of the dressing room after each outfit and have the attendant tisk over him, or complement his curves. He was a very good looking attendant after all, a late twenty's human who was tall and slender, and wore the brightest personality Connor has meet so far. And Chad like his hips; Connor liked Chad's hair, it smelt wonderful.
Fine, he'd enjoyed the day, and yes, it was what Hank referred to as 'refreshing,' but not in the sense that his software had been refreshed, but in the way that his mind felt a little more at ease. Had he even thought about any of his case files today?
Hank watched Connor for a longer moment than usual. He knew the android wouldn't catch him staring because during these intense thoughts because Connor zoned out. Hank tested it. He was so still and lost in whatever he was trying to comprehend that it didn't seem his optics sent any non threatening data through the brain storm. Hank cracked open his beer and took a long drink. The cold felt good.
Connor's face changed instantly, and a big smile spread across his face. He looked over at Hank. It felt like a brick hit Hank in the face, as Connor's prefect brown eyes fell on his. It happened in slow motion too, the smile and the look. Hank felt his hand tighten on his can a little bit, he'd never felt like this towards Connor after only one drink of beer.
"Thank you," he chimes in his perfect voice.
Hank blinks a bit, "uh, sure?"
"It was nice to step back for the day. I also really enjoyed spending time together all day."
Christ, Hank sighed, could he get any more perfect? He shook his silver hair out. What was he thinking? Connor would never look at him the way he did that gay boy at the mall today. He was old and burnt out and emotionally damaged. Even if the secret gym visits were helping his body, he wasn't anything special to look at. It was just his mind being over dramatic about how much Connor means to him. It was only human to feel such attachment to someone who has helped you in life so much.
Wasn't it?
Confusion spread across Connor's face, wiping out his perfect smile, "did I say something wrong lieutenant?"
"No!" Hank startles, "no, and don't call me that when we arnt at work." Busted. He shook his head again and took another long drink of his beer, almost emptying the can.
"I'm sorry Hank," Connor sounded so defeated.
"I enjoyed the day too. Want a 'bubbly?'" Hank asks with a silly little accent trying to shift the mood around quickly.
"Isn't it early?"
"It's called pre-gaming, and it makes the night a lot cheaper on the wallet." Hank adds with a little thought, "and I don't really know if they sell yours in the bars yet, we might have to keep a couple cans in the car for the night."
Connor looks down at the table for a moment, "would you mind taking my bike?"
Hank swallowed a little hard. Connor, earlier this year, had purchased a motorcycle. It was sleek and black with electric blue details and it was gas powered. Hank didn't even know you could still buy gas powered vehicles any more. "You want me to sit bitch on your bike all the way downtown?"
"Sit bitch?" Connor asks, "downtown?"
"Sitting behind someone on a motorcycle. And yes, I didn't think you would want to go to Jimmy's for your first night of drinking. Besides nothing fun happens there on New Years," Hank shrugs.
Connor's face lights up a little, he has been wanting to go downtown again. There were so many people and so much to look at and do. "Are we going to be able to find parking for your car this late?"
"Maybe we should just take the bus?"
"Do they run after midnight?"
"Maybe tonight," Hank argues weakly.
"Plenty of parking for bikes, and it's free," Connor adds pointedly.
Hank sighs again and polishes off his first beer, "fine," he says softly.
"Really?" Connor chirps.
"But," Hank cuts in, "after I have another beer and maybe a shot."
Connor put his hands together excitedly, "excellent, you will love it," he starts, heading to the fridge to grab Hank another beer and one of his own drinks.
His very first drink.
Hank sits at the table, cracks open the second beer and watches Connor sit across from him, staring down his blue beer can. "You can't intimidate it to tell you things this time, I'm afraid."
Connor looks up at Hank. It was true he was scanning the can, cautious about opening it. "Oh, very funny Hank." He cracks pop-top, it crisps open with the whisper of bubbles against can. He takes a sample. Which he realizes is silly, he can't taste, so he takes a much bigger drink, nearly half the can.
"What does it taste like?" Hank asks.
Connor shrugs, "I don't know, I didn't get that upgrade. Smells like rotten blue berries though," Connor offers the can over. "I don't think a sip will kill you, it's mostly organic components, with a compound similar to red ice."
Hank draws back his reached out hand, "I don't know. Red ice? You've seen how that fucks humans up."
"You wouldn't be inhaling it, so the body would process it differently. It also seems that the aggression factor has been taken out," a big smile cracks on his face, "because I feel like I just got a new upgrade."
The warmth of the drink spread across his body like someone had cracked a big egg over his head. He could feel his components running a little faster and smoother. His temperature had risen noticeably, but his processors aloud the over clocking and suggested that he take the recommendation to change clothes so he could stay cooler.
"I have to go and change, if I stay this covered, I may over heat," Connor stands suddenly from the table and heads to the back room. He stands in his room for a moment, almost looking for his new clothes. Did he leave them behind? He turns back. Sure enough it was sitting next to the couch.
Hank stared at the can as Connor went to the back room. The effect was instant from the look of it. The android had instantly seem to loosen up, and his face even looked flushed. Speaking of, the android had come back into view.
Connor snatched up the bad and headed back to his room. Did it bug him that he'd just forgotten something? The first something he'd forgotten. He shrugged to himself and set to changing his clothes.
Hank looked back to the can with scrunched eyebrows. Connor forgot to take his bag. What was this shit made of? His snatched the can from the table and took a taste of it-and spit it back out immediately. "Shit! That's disgusting!"
Connor heard Hank choke from the living room and gave a little chuckle. He slid the black belt through it looks, latched it together, and turned in front of his mirror. Dark blue jeans with a cool teal tee-shirt with white digital graphics that just barely snugged to his frame. He tied on the high top sneakers, and stood in front of the mirror again.
Hair. His hair looked too clean and didn't match the scene of his new look. Quickly he browsed for hair styles and used his hand to gruff up his always perfect hair. This time, he closed his eyes, signed away any thoughts and look himself over in the mirror.
Human. He looked human this time. He shoved his fingers into one of his pockets and slouched a little to the side. He gave a head nod, and a serious look.
"Hey, I'm Connor," he pretends out loud. It cracked a big smile across his face again. How silly, he wasn't really human.
"Ready to go yet?" Hank calls from the kitchen.
Connor steps out into the hall, Hank is at the end looking towards him, "what do you think?"
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