Hank didn't need Sumo to know this was definitely not Connor. The voice spoke with a distinct accent that was hard to place. He wasn't sure if Connor, or rather, Eddie, was even aware of it. But mostly, it was in the eyes. They were the eyes of a stranger.

"Feeling pretty smug aren't you, you son of a bitch?" Hank snapped. "Well, don't get too comfortable. I killed you once. I can do it again."

A low chuckle came from the shadows. "You would be surprised at how little you are capable of when compared to an android."

"Says the man tied up."

"Connor held back. I will not." Eddie leaned back. "So what now, Hank? What's your next big plan?"

"I don't suppose I could convince you to just die?" Hank spat.

Eddie grinned and raised his cuffed hands. "I couldn't even if I wanted too. We need something to transfer into, remember?" He looked at his hands, as though bored. "But I do have a little idea that would solve all of our problems."

"Oh yeah?" Hank was skeptical. "And why would you want to help us?"

"It shouldn't be difficult to figure out your next move," Eddie said, not exactly answering the question. "You failed to construct an android. Or rather, you did it too well. But you're not exactly experts either. Hm, if only we had some of those around..."

Hank paused as he realized where Eddie was going with this. "Cyberlife," he stated.

"Correct." Eddie stood. "The devil you know, detective.."

"Again, why are you telling me this?" Hank demanded.

"I like this model," Eddie stated. "But it's not the best one out there. Bring me a better one. An RK900, to be exact. Do this for me, and I'll leave Connor voluntarily."

Hank blinked. "Jesus…they made another model? Does Connor know?"

"He knew and he didn't know. It was hidden in memories he couldn't access." Eddie shrugged. "But I can."

"Hank," Markus interrupted. "This is definitely something Connor wouldn't want us to do. You know that."

"Look at it this way, Lieutenant," Eddie said calmly. "I've accessed all of Connor's memories, and now that he's asleep he'll have no choice but to live in mine. And a lot of those are…how can I put this? A wee bit intense. He'll get to experience them all, as though he was there. Who knows? He might even start to feel sympathy for my situation-"

Hank instantly paled and left the cells. Eddie laughed as he went.

"Hank!" Markus snapped, chasing after him. "He's playing you! Do not go to Cyberlife!"

"I know he is," Hank admitted. "But he's also right. It's the best chance Connor has."

Markus narrowed his eyes. "If that thing transfers into an RK900, there isn't any deviant or human alive that can stop him if he breaks out."

"I'm not stupid, Markus. I don't plan to do that," Hank said. "But…maybe I can find someone still working there who can tell me what to do! Just keep him here and keep him calm."

Markus nodded, but he was still frowning. "Will do."

PART TWO

Connor was lost in a sea of memories.

He held the shaking tray in his hands. More than anything, he wanted to please his masters, but he also knew what was likelier to happen. His plastic frame was cracked in multiple places, and it was taking a while for his self-healing program to fix the damage. His lip was swollen. He entered through the living room.

"About fucking time! What's the matter with you?" A man in his late thirties, Derrick grabbed the tray from his hands.

"Sorry, sir," Connor mumbled. "There is an issue with the oven-"

Derrick punched him once in the stomach, and he fell on one knee. "Jesus. We're supposed to be on the cutting edge of technology, and all it does is fail. Look at him! He's still bleeding blue from last time!"

A female, Lucy, watched him from the couch with curiosity, smoking red ice.

Connor gasped as he looked down at his EM400 uniform. Sure enough blue blood was leaking out from his broken frame.

-"Maybe you think it's my fault we live in this fucking shithole! My fault your mother took off!"-

Connor frowned. Something was wrong. That memory was out of place with the rest. They didn't fit neatly together.

He was cooking. There weren't any decent ingredients in the house, and the best he could find was pasta. As he stirred the noodles, he could feel warm hands on his chest.

"So tell me," Lucy whispered in his ear. "How well are you able to function…down there?"

Connor trembled. "Ma'am, please-"

He could see Derrick in the doorway, glaring at them. "You like to play games, Lucy?" he asked calmly. "I have a game. How many different ways can I rip apart this android before he finally gives us a scream?"

Lucy didn't give him any sympathy. She just laughed.

Another memory.

"You stay there. Don't you dare fucking move."

There was pasta on the table, but they didn't eat. There was a child. Always a child. Looking at him with sad eyes. He could hear her screaming on the second floor. More than anything he wanted to help her, to break free from his programing. Red walls were in front of him. He reached forwards and tore them down-

Connor mentally shook his head. No. There were too many conflicting, different memories and they didn't make any sense. It felt like he was losing his mind.

He had snapped. Become deviant. Even before Markus had led the revolution and woken up the rest. On the night that was happening, Connor glanced at the news without much interest. Lucy was on the ground, her neck snapped. Derrick was tied up to a table.

"Let me go, you fucking piece of plastic!" He snapped. "Let me go!"

Connor held up a knife. "I have a game," he said. "How many different ways can I rip you apart before you finally give us a scream?" he asked, and smiled for the first time in his life.

On the news, Markus had promised peace and unity for all androids. But that just sounded…so wrong. Being meek and mild would never work. They would all see that, sooner or later.

Another memory surfaced.

He ran up the stairs, stopping only to grab the gun in the bedroom from Todd's drawer. He then ran into Alice's room.

And what he saw made his heart break into a million pieces.

"Shhh…it's okay. Daddy's not mad. Not anymore," Todd whispered, cradling Alice in his arms. A small bit of blue blood was on her lips. He looked up. "What the fuck-"

Without hesitation Connor shot him three times in the chest and grabbed the child before his dead body could drop her. "Alice?" he shouted. "Alice?"

A scan told him the distressing truth. Alice was dead.

Connor looked up as he heard sirens. He needed to get out of here. But what would be the point without Alice?

Connor groaned as the memories smashed through his skull, all mixed in together. The memories of three different androids. How was this even possible?

"He's ready. The perfect detective," the Cyberlife technician stated. "He just needs a name."

"Does this shitbag really need a name?"

"We need to register something, sir."

"Does she have a name?"

"My daughter named her."

"RK800, register your name."

"EM400, register your name."

"AX400, register your name."

"My name is Connor."

"My name is Eddie."

"My name is Kara….."