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So, again let's address that elephant (he doesn't leave, it's gotten so bad that I had to feed him and give him water, plz send help!) in the room. I promised you this chapter like days ago. I've been a bit unwell, nothing too drastic or dramatic just a bit under the weather. And as such my creativity suffers the most. But I'm mostly better now, so new chapters! I promise this will eventually become a standard update but until then, here we go!

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PART II


10th FEB 2039

PM 12:09

"Markus?"

Everyone had been bustling around the New Jericho infirmary for the last few days. Three deviants had been murdered and the trail had led the two detectives; Hank Anderson and Connor, to New Jericho. Lieutenant Anderson had met with the leaders and managed to convince them all to let him help. When Connor had shown up, he confessed that there was something troubling him. Markus and Simon attempted to help, but the former deviant hunter blanked out with his stress levels rising to critical levels.

No one could lower his stress levels or get through to the deviant. They didn't try syncing as Connor often flinched away from that kind of contact. Too afraid by what might be hiding in his programming, which the trip Markus and Connor went on to Kamski should have cleared his fears. Instead, they had put a new thought inside the RK800's head.

"Some parts of your programming are better left unknown."

Connor had began the irreversible self destruct sequence and Markus' heart had practically stopped. They continued to try and stop him, but it was clear that Connor was going to die. Suddenly, something overrode his systems and forced him into stasis, completely stopping the self destruct protocol. Connor had yet to exit the forced stasis, leaving him in New Jericho infirmary where Markus sat idle by his bedside.


"Markus!" The deviant leader was jolted out of his thoughts by Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

"My apologies, Lieutenant Anderson." His two different coloured eyes turned away from the motionless deviant and towards the human.

"Something's wrong, aside from the obvious. I need you to tell me, I can't lose him." The last part was whispered so softly that Markus almost didn't catch it. He had been avoiding any questions from Hank until he had answers. Answers, which Markus realised, he would never find.

"Nothing is able to stop a deviant's self destruction. Once it's enabled, it can't be cancelled. But something overrode Connor's system, completely shutting the program down. The same program also forced Connor into stasis. All of which is supposed to be impossible." Hank's brows furrowed as he understood what concerned Markus.

"Well, I hate to admit it. But there's one fucking guy who could tell ya." Markus was surprised that he didn't consider the possibility before.

"Mister Elijah Kamski. Of course!" Hank grimaced as Markus turned to face the window and placed the call.


The New Jericho infirmary was set up in one of the old apartment buildings that the deviants had been given as a part of the old church. The infirmary was set up on the first floor, above the lobby. It looked quite similar to how one would expect to find a human infirmary apart form the thirium storage and spare parts. It wasn't as expansive as the deviant leader would have liked but it wasn't permanent. Once they had Cyberlife Tower, they could set up a proper android health clinic with all the parts they could possibly need.

Call declined...

Markus frowned. "What? What'd that fucker do now?"

"He declined my call. I'll try again." Markus tried four times and got no further. "I don't understand. He answered my call last week. Why won't he answer now?"

"Probably cause you had something he wanted. Now, he doesn't care." Hank's tone was sour, dredging up the memories that Connor had told him about Elijah Kamski.


Connection requested... PL600 #501 743 923

Connection established...

/Markus? There's some presidential figures that wish to talk to you and Josh/

/Thanks Simon. Where are they?/

/Out the front of New Jericho. Gates located in front of the church/

...

/Have you contacted Josh?/

/Yes. He's busy helping other androids. Wouldn't give me specifics/

...

/Okay. I'll head there now/

Connection cancelled...

"I regretfully have to leave and meet with some important people." Markus informed Hank.

"Go, I can look after the kid. I'll have one of the deviants here let you know when he's awake."

"Thank you, Hank." Markus didn't say another word before walking out towards the gates. He hoped that Connor would be alright. He decided that he would try calling Elijah Kamski later on, and wouldn't stop until he answered.


MODEL RK800

SERIAL#: 313 248 317 -51

BIOS 8.5 REVISION 0845

EXITING STASIS...

LOADING OS...

SYSTEM INITIALISATION...

CHECKING BICOMPONENTS... OK

INITIALISING BIOSENSORS... OK

INITIALISING AI ENGINE... OK

STATUS...

ALL SYSTEMS... OK

STRESS LEVELS... 2%

THIRIUM... 78%

RECENT DAMAGE INFLICTED... FOREHEAD ARTIFICIAL SKIN

CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT... UNDAMAGED

RECENT DAMAGE INFLICTED... CHEST ARTIFICIAL SKIN

THIRIUM REGULATOR PUMP... UNDAMAGED

SELF DESTRUCTION PROTOCOL... CANCELLED : OVERRIDE

STASIS... FORCED

Time: 12:30

Location: New Jericho...

Specific... Unknown

Exit Stasis Complete...

Confusion clouded his brown eyes as they opened to find a place he did not recognise. His arms moved to his sides and began pushing him up off the bed. "Easy, Connor." The voice was familiar, eased comfort back into his veins. As he sat on the white bed, his eyes slid around the room before landing on Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

"Hank?" His voice strained from the lack of use, his biocomponents becoming more and more human like everyday.

"I'm here. How're ya feeling?" Connor took the opportunity to lay back against the pillows, so his head was resting on the bed frame. As he did so, Hank motioned to one of the nearby androids. Connor didn't bother trying to figure out what the message was.

"What happened?" His fingers traced up his chest and ended at his forehead. The wounds barely visible, only just leaving a slight scar.

"You blanked out, kid. Markus and Simon couldn't get your attention and then ya just started to kill yourself. We couldn't stop ya, but something in your head did." Confusion clouded his every sense as Hank's story lined up with what his systems had told him.

"I apologise, Hank. It must have been a safety override that Cyberlife installed in the event that this situation arose." Hank struggled to follow what exactly it was Connor was apologising for.

"But, I thought deviants were the only androids affected by the suicide thing?"

"We are," a new voice startled both of the detectives. Connor allowed his eyes to leave Hank and track whoever was had spoken. His eyes met one blue and one green, Markus.

"Markus?" Connor breathed as if unsure that what he was seeing was actually there.

"How are you feeling, Connor?" Markus sat down in a chair on the other side of Connor, opposite Hank.

"I'm functioning at optimal capacity, although my thirium levels are below eighty percent." He remembered that even though Cyberlife would put Connor through the worst to accomplish his mission, they always made sure his thirium was at one hundred percent which would decrease the chance of destruction.

"How are you feeling?" Both Hank and Markus looked down at him, figuratively.

"I feel fine. A little confused but otherwise I am okay." Markus' eyes caught his own, trapping them as the deviant leader decided if the detective was telling the truth.


"So, back to my question about deviants?" Hank broke the staring contest between Markus and Connor. "If the whatever ya call it only happens to deviants, then why would Cyberlife install an override?"

"Cyberlife had a back up plan, if I turned deviant, Lieutenant. Amanda would attempt to take back control, as she tried to do after the demonstration, which means she would need my body and systems intact." Connor explained.

"What happened back there, Connor?" Markus' attempt to change the topic didn't go unnoticed but was gratefully accepted by both parties.

"I am not sure. But it will not happen again." Connor's eyes were bright as he took in his surroundings. I must be in the New Jericho Infirmary. He had never been inside before now, rather sticking to the church if he had to visit the deviant haven.

"Connor. That's not an answer." Markus reprimanded him as Hank offered no way out.

"It is not important." Connor didn't want to tell them that he had a different version of events to what happened. That he could be losing reality. "I was reliving unwanted memories. That is all, I promise." His thirium pump twisted in guilt. But that was the only answer he wanted to give.

"Connor, listen-" Hank was interrupted by his phone ringing. "It's Fowler." What he didn't say was that he needed to take the call. Standing up, the lieutenant walked over to the windows near Connor's bed as he listened to the captain. Connor and Markus sat in silence listening to the phone call.


"We've got another one, Anderson."

"Another deviant murder?" Hank cursed.

"Yeah, three this time. I'll send the address for you and Connor to check out."

"No fucking way! Connor's resting, he ain't heading to some crime scene now." His hand brushed through the grey hair falling in his eyes.

"Look, I need you two to check it out today. IF that's later, than fine. But get to it, Hank!"

"Lieutenant, I am okay to investigate." Connor stated the minute Hank ended the call.

"Fuck no! Connor you almost fucking died. You can rest this once. I'll get Chris and Gavin on it." Connor's eyebrow lifted slightly.

"Gavin? As in Gavin Reed? You will send Gavin out to a crime scene to do with our case?" Hank knew that there was no stopping Connor. The kid was determined to finish this case, no matter what ailments afflicted him.

"Fine! You can fucking go, alright! Damn, you're like a fucking kid!" Connor wasn't offended by that statement. Technically, he was only a few months old; young by android standards and incredibly young by human standards. He was a kid in comparison.

Connor leapt up from the bed and began walking out when Markus called out to the detectives. "It's Wednesday. I expect both of you to be at Carl's house by six at the latest!"

"Well, if you insist." Hank muttered as he promised both of their appearances. Markus nodded and smiled as he watched the human and deviant leave the infirmary, something nagging at the back of his mind. Something that he needed to do.