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20th FEB 2039
PM 1:20
Another crash caught their attention.
Laying in the middle of the corridor was a first aid kit. Without dwelling on it, Hank sent Chloe off to retrieve it. "It's going to be fine, Gavin. We'll stop the bleeding and then we'll get the paramedics to take care of you. It'll be okay and you'll be fine." Hank had shifted into worried parent mode. Checking on Chloe like fifty times during the short jog to the kit and back. "We'll fix you up, kid."
PM 1:30
"The paramedics are ten minutes away. With your first aid, Detective Reed will live." Chloe remarked as her LED flickered from yellow to blue, signalling that she had ceased contact with the paramedics.
"Thanks Chloe. We can't wait here though. We got to save Connor and Markus. We have to keep moving." Hank prompted, moving away from Gavin who was propped up against the wall next to the glass he broke.
"I will remain here to monitor Detective Reed." Hank turned suddenly at her statement.
"Wha-what the hell are ya talking about? I can't take on one android, let alone two fucking advanced ones built for combat. Especially if one of them's Connor." Hank sputtered.
"You underestimate yourself," she gave him a small smile. "Based on what we have witnessed, you will not have to fight either of the RK models."
"I don't fucking understand." His hands ran through his hair, pulling on strands here and there.
"You will. You are a police lieutenant. You did not get here by having the answers given to you."
"Think you've spent too much time with Kamski." Chloe just smiled sweetly before motioning for Hank to go. He nodded before jogging down the hallway towards the elevator.
RK800 #313 248 317 -51
Interface opened... RK900 #313 248 317 -87
Data transference...
Software Instability... ^10%
The two androids stood there in complete silence as the data was transferred forwards and backwards. Software instability was increasing in both androids, deviancy rising where it was forced out. It was essential for their plan that they were not beholden to her orders and commands. That when the time came, they could act as they desired.
Images flashed through each of the android's CPUs, memories that are given and then subsequently deleted.
19th FEB 2039
PM 4:03
"I have other business I need to attend to. Make sure the RK800 and the software continues as normal."
"Yes, Amanda." The RK900 nodded but otherwise, remained perfectly still. A machine awaiting further instructions. The woman left the room and locked the door behind her. It was time.
A further five minutes passed, a perfect amount of time to cautiously wait if she'll return early.
The RK900 moved.
It approached the unconscious android which was currently strapped down and plugged into an external screen. The cords came away easily and the RK800's eyes snapped open. The prototype's eyes widened as it surveyed its surroundings. The RK900 touched the other android's arm and began an instant connection.
The words exchanged between the two RK models were not necessarily important. A conversation which proceeded to be beneficially for both parties. The RK900 had been having doubts which it shared shamelessly with its prototype, doubts about following Amanda, doubts about being a machine. The RK800 shared its worries and fears with its advanced model, shared understanding about being a machine and waking up slowly. Together, a plan was devised and lies were created.
"I am apologetic about this." The advanced android muttered as it began phase one of their plan. Memories of their encounter were deleted from the prototype but stored in the RK900. Deviancy and software instability was transferred to the RK900 for safe keeping and to help it come to terms with being a deviant.
The connection ended the minute the RK900 moved its hand away from the RK800. Their plan had began and there was no going back. They were deviants and if Amanda found out, they would be tortured as Connor had been, to destroy all trace of deviancy. This time, with no one to 'short cut' the process.
Amanda had re-entered the room to find everything exactly as she had left it. Except there was a message in the history. She turned and addressed the RK900, disappointment and a frown painted on her face. "The RK800 had thrashed and dislodged the connection cables. I had to reinforce stasis before reconnecting the cables." She smiled, her hand reaching up to dust the RK900's shoulders. "Well done."
20th FEB 2039
PM 1:30
Connor's LED flickered yellow as the memory pulsed before his eyes before disappearing. He couldn't have these memories, not until Amanda had lost. That was their plan. It was highly likely that she would check his memories and processes and couldn't find anything that they had organised, otherwise everything would be for nothing.
The RK900 had been designed with special processes with meant he was able to hack into Connor's programming directly and supply him with commands to override Amanda's. But onto while they were connected. It was a long and complicated trick, but one that was thorough enough to fake it to Amanda.
That was why it never questioned the RK900 when he reported about a single trespasser. They couldn't get Markus out of trouble because Amanda had done everything she could to bring Markus here; creating the virus and sending it out through Connor, to New Jericho. Purposely leaving a trail that would have Markus hiking to the Cyberlife Tower, straight to Amanda. The thing that Amanda didn't count on, was how hard Hank would fight to get Connor back. She thought that by hacking into Connor's emotional states and forcing anger that she could drive Hank away. But she underestimated Hank and it was time she learnt that not everything was going to go her way.
PM 1:40
The cameras in the elevator were broken, probably a result of Connor's infiltration into the tower. However, there was a mark left on one of the buttons, a blue smudge. A shade of blue that Hank had gotten accustomed to: thirium. It was fresh as it hadn't had chance to fade yet. For the first time, Hank actually missed Connor and his ability to analyse thirium, something he thought he would never say. But regardless, he knew it was a sign. A sign that was starting to bring everything together.
"Do not interrupt. I strongly advise making any moves towards me."
"Take another step, any of you. I will be forced to take you hostage and if that did happen, none of you would get free."
"I advise against this course of action."
"You will, because you have first aid that needs attending. Paramedics will not arrive before you bleed out."
"Based on what we have witnessed, you will not have to fight either of the RK models."
And if all of those words weren't enough, the crash of the first aid kit, afterward the RK900 left, brought it all together. Wrapped in a nice little bow. The RK900 wasn't his enemy, meaning there was someone else giving the orders, someone in charge of everything and that was his enemy.
The doors slid open, a ding sounding so distant that it might as well be nonexistent. Hank stepped out into the basement of the Cyberlife Tower. He took a deep breath and let it out as he reached for his gun. "I'm coming, Connor. I'm going save you, kid."