You looked up front and felt the overpowering memory of your obedience with your parents in the car. No more. You are your own person, and that Hunter and a dead drug dealer is going to control you anymore.

But the situation seemed so similar with the both of them in the front and you sitting in the back. It was a bit terrifying.

"Lieutenant Anderson, are you sure that you're willing to have me at your place?"

"This is all for the job until more space clears out and we can put this troublemaker back to the police's hands. I can handle a couple kids for a few days."

"I don't understand, Lieutenant, there's only one person here."

"Nevermind…"

You chuckled, getting what the Lieutenant was putting down on the table. He seemed to see this Android as his child, or a child. That's still much better than a machine like most people think. You really like this Lieutenant a lot.

You pulled up to a house you've never seen in all of your life. "We're here."

Connor got out of the car and went over to you, opening the door for you.

You stepped out of the car and Connor pushed you forward. You knew you couldn't outrun him, so you didn't even try. Besides, you were curious about this duo.

A grumpy old man that seemed to be mad about everything yet seems to accept the Android. Especially since you saw on his desk a poster that said something along the lines of 'We don't share the same color.'

If he hates Androids so much, why is he accepting his partner so much? Unless he's forced to?

And Connor, the so-called machine, even to himself. Handsome, dangerous, yet at the same time, a bit goofy.

He opened up the front door and you entered after him, Connor guarding the back door. You sighed and looked out to the view of the living room and the kitchen. "Pretty nice place."

"Heh, could be better."

"Better than where I was at." You told him and walked over to the couch. "Hank, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I do really like you, you and Connor. I just hate the atmosphere and that one guy. Does he always have a baby tantrum?"

Hank started to burst out laughing as Connor smiled. "He did have a negative attitude with me when I got him the coffee he asked for."

"Wow, that's rude. Did he at least take it?"

"No."

"What a jerk."

"Yeah, he's quite a prick," Hank chuckled, "Can't wait to tell him that one."

You sat down on the couch and folded your arms. Might as well enjoy the time you have at an actual house while you can. Should you steal some food? Nah, maybe some money, not much since you like these guys, maybe a 20 buck thing and out.

"So, what kind of things do you like?"

"Baseball games, animals, little to no human interaction, that kind of thing," calmly answered.

"Heh, thank goodness," you mumbled and looked over to the TV. Should… should you? What can you do exactly? "So, if there's going to be no awkward silly talk, what rules are you gonna lay down for me? Other than the obvious."

He chuckled a bit, "What a character we got… Bathroom's over there. And you can help yourself to any food here and on TV. I don't really care."

You frowned and studied the man, he walked away and over to somewhere.

"I, likewise to you, haven't been in Lieutenant's house before." He started to walk away and look around.

"What are you doing snooping around in his house?"

"We're guest, and he's left us to our own choices. I'm going to study up on my partner while I'm here."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. As interesting as an old man is, you didn't feel up for looking around at the moment, you were still trying to relax so they could relax before you would look around and look suspicious while doing so.

"Woof!" Cheered an animal, you snapped your neck around to see a HUGE dog. You smiled, seeing the organic animal.

"Here boy! Come here!" You cheered and the dog followed.

You held out your hand and had the dog check your scent. You'll need this dogs trust before you do anything crazy. And you also love dogs as well. "You're such a good boy!" You sneered and petted the dog. Then the huge dog got onto the couch and trapped you onto it. He seemed really happy, and you handled it as much as you could.

Hank seemed to come back and laugh, "Sumo! What the heck are you doing?"

"Woof!"

"Well, he's helping me out, good boy Sumo."

You grinned and turned to Sumo, "So your name is Sumo? Eh? You are such a good boy!" You scratched the dog and his tail wagged a bit.

"Guessing you like animals too?"

"I connect with them more than most humans. I connect with Androids better than humans too. I just hope that we can have…"

Man, just a few days ago you hated Android pets because they seemed to be wiping out animals… yet at the same time…

"I just hope we can have an equal balance of androids and animals. Make sure we don't kill off the living because we're just selfish beings that want only the good things in life."

"Heh, I get what you're saying there. You got a pet?"

"I did. I had… kinda still have a cat. I rescued it."

He scoffs, "Dogs are better."

"They're both loving and amazing creatures in their own way. HANK." You dragged out the name. "Don't hate on something you don't understand."

He went silent and looked over at Connor. I looked over to the Android snooping around in Hank's house and smiled.

"I saw your desk, and that thing with hating Androids." He scoffed and turned away to look at the ground, "I was like you with that ideal once."

"Do we really need an Android?" You whined.

Fiona cheered, "Don't hate on something you don't understand, (Y/n)!"

"But Mommy and Daddy and Grandma and Grandpa don't like them."

"Well, that's because Grandma and Grandpa never got one! And Mom and Dad are trying to adapt to the new way of life by getting different jobs."

"Because the Androids took them."

"This isn't the first time it has happened. (Y/n). Look at me."

You turned to your older sister you've looked up to more than your own parents, you see here all the time. She comes to defend you. She shows you that she loves you. So what she must be saying must have some ring of truth to it.

"The world will always be changing, and if we don't change with it, natural selection will take us down with our stubborn ways. We need to look towards the future, we need to… keep looking." She pushed your head over to the Android store.

"I've been working a job alongside Mom and Dad finding there's. Once Mom and Dad make enough money, I won't need to give my money for the house we have, and then I'll be able to do more, find more opportunities to work. There are so many possibilities for future jobs that we don't know yet.

"When I grow up, I'm going to join the military, and be trained by perfect scary soldier Androids. That's okay. I need to be perfect for the higher form of war that's might happen since we've finally taken care of the Terrorist problem, with these said Androids.

"So, yes, Androids do take jobs, but the future will allow for more jobs to be needed. We'll just have to keep looking and take care of ourselves. And now we don't have to clean places like the bathroom and the living room anymore. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

"Yeah!"

"Androids aren't evil, (Y/n). Remember that. You need to look for your own evidence before you judge on something."

You smiled at the memory of Fiona, young and bright and happy. She's still bright but the war has certainly changed her quite a bit.

"It took me a while, but after my Android, I've found that I love… them. They've been there for me at my loneliest and worst times, and I'm not going to give them up. I'll be there for when they need me like they were there when I needed them."

"You… seem to know quite a bit about them. Androids."

You chuckled, "Yeah… I guess I do."

"I know why you're helping those two Androids, but why do you see them as a whole as beings?"

"If my family got reactivated to be acting alive… then… heh, that means every single Android could possibly be just like that. Forced to stay in programming. Maybe… that's why so many human accidents happen with them. They're forced to certain limits…"

You were anxious, excited, your cousin also joined the military. Your sister to National Guard and FBI assistance and your cousin was in the Army. And you were about to get a Skype call since you were at your extended families house.

"We're getting a call!" Your Aunt cheered.

Everyone huddled together. But it wasn't your cousin that showed up. It was there Sergeant Android.

"I'm sorry, may I speak to the parents alone?"

You nodded with your family and everyone walked away, you hid where you could still hear the conversation.

"I'm… sorry to inform you, but Tom (L/n) was wounded on the battlefield. Our Doctors weren't on the ground, but the Android's weren't able to help. Mr. (L/n) has passed away two days ago at 12:46 pm."

You stared at the ground and dropped to the ground. Tom… he was in the Army three years more than Fiona went to the National Guard. She only had one year and three days there.

"They… heh, why am I talking about all of this to a police officer I don't even know well?" You drily chuckled, "Guess that means I like you. I rarely open up much nowadays."

He hums to himself, "Guessing you don't have many friends then."

"Hey! Just because it's true doesn't mean you have to be a jerk about it!" You yelled at him and he chuckled.

Connor walked back over to Hank and yourself. Hank started up, "She likes animals too. But she said that she likes cats better."

"I didn't-" You started up.

"I like dogs. Glad to see we have that in common."

You blinked as you looked down to the overpowering dog on top of you sleeping and then back to him. He's actually a lot like a dog to a sense too. He is curious, happy about things, and can be a bit of a trained dog at times.

You grinned and nodded, "Birds of a feather flock together."

"What are you saying about Connor?"

"He's an adorable dork, but something more I couldn't put the tip of my tongue on. He's like a good dog in human form."

Connor turned to Hank, "Is that a compliment? I don't think I understand."

"It sounds like one," Hank shrugged.

"You know you could just ask me, and yes, it's a compliment," You pouted and started to pet Sumo. The sweet Pup. "So, do you have any food?"

"Yeah, what'cha want?"

"Well, what do you have?"

"Do you know that you had food contained in your luggage?"

"A little, meant to last me two whole days."

"According to the daily nutrients of having three healthy meals a day, you have one sandwich and granola bars."

You shrugged. "I planned on not having the luxury of healthy."

"Luxury? Being healthy isn't a luxury, it's a requirement."

You smirked, "So I could just willy-nilly walk around with two Deviants with no problem of being caught in order to properly buy a 'healthy' diet of food?"

His LED turned yellow.

"The answer is no, Connor, I just had to live a different lifestyle, a… second-class life so to say. And that means I can't be healthy, I have to be alive. And you can handle days without food. And a few days without water. So it shouldn't be much of an issue for me."

"You'd be starving still."

"I'd rather be free and starving then full and trapped in a cage. Connor. I don't think you understand that. It's a human instinct some people have."

He frowned as his LED turned from Red and back to yellow for a moment. You studied the moment in surprise.

"We got… Pizza, Chinese takeout leftovers… heh, don't get a lot. Want something from a restaurant? Or a fast food place?"

"That's it?" You asked in shock.

"Yeah, got a problem with that?"

This Hank seems to have a bit of problem himself if that's all he has in his refrigerator for food. "No, that's not a problem to me." What the problem is what's going on mental that would cause this.

"I'll order up something, what do you like?"

"(Favorite food)"

"What?"

"(Favorite pick up food)."

"Got it. I'll just get more Chicken Feed for dinner again."

"I don't-"

"Your opinion doesn't matter jacka." He told him, "Just watch that (Y/n) for me."

"Got it."

He left the house and you turned to Connor.

"So… see you're an RX800. I can't see the serial number though."

"I'm number 313 248 317 - 51."

"Are there more models like yourself?"

"Correct."

"Alright, I think I know most of what you can and can't do. Who designed you?"

"Cyberlife."

"You mean there wasn't a person that thought about your design and worked on it? That doesn't make any sense."

"The person wants to be kept hidden from the community eye. I am not granted permission to give you that kind of information."

You nodded, "Alright. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

"Who are your family?"

"Eh, don't think I have to tell you that. I mentally care for them so I'm not going to drag them down the rabbit hole I'm taking."

He nods and looks off. "This is a very… strange house."

"Aren't you worried about Hank?"

"Yes. He eats unhealthy and seems to hate Androids and some with a burning passion," He looked over to the table as though the answer or an important clue was over there. "I wish it wasn't like that."

He said I. Is there something holding him back as well? It would be a good change of direction with how he sounds about the subject.

"Hopefully he can pick himself up," you muttered like you had to when you saw Rebecca getting hurt.

"Why did you stay and help Hank?"

"He was in danger, and he's a living being. I'm not going to just leave someone in peril. Simple as that. And I'd do it again if I had to."

He nodded. With silence coming up again you asked, "So, do you have something or someone checking up on you in there?" You tapped your head.

"I don't think I quite understand."

"Do you go over to Cyberlife to report your missions or do you do it all in your wiring in your head?"

"The last option."

"Do you have a figure you go see?"

"Yes, her name is Amanda."

That reminds you of someone… you remember looking her up before, isn't she dead though?

"I'm back, with food."