Story Synopsis: This fanfiction follows various "Good Path" playthroughs of Detroit: Become Human. It follows the lives of Connor, Hank, Hank's niece, the androids from Jericho, and others. Thanks for taking the time to read!

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Chapter 1: Connor

August 15th, 2038 - 8:23 PM

Connor stepped into an elevator for his first assignment from CyberLife. He'd been briefed on the situation. An aberrant android had malfunctioned, murdering a man and threatening a child. It was his job to neutralize the android at all costs.

That was why Connor had been created. To capture, study, and - if possible - to eradicate all sources of android deviance. To cure or to destroy all deviants, as they were called.

There were seventy floors in the building, and the deviant in question was at the very top. Time was of the essence, so Connor experienced the technological equivalent of impatience when a mother and her daughter hurried into the elevator just as it was beginning to close, pressing the button for the forty-seventh floor.

"Sorry, mister." The little girl apologized, but the mother shook her head.

"Sweetie, you don't have to apologize to androids. They don't have feelings."

The mother's statement wasn't entirely accurate, as androids had intricate programming designed to replicate and mimic human emotions when necessary, but Connor couldn't fault her logic. "She's right," he spoke to the girl. "Androids are programmed to accomplish various tasks and nothing more."

The mother smiled uncomfortably and shifted further into the corner, but the little girl seemed intrigued.

She stared at Connor for several seconds, then she pulled a coin from her pocket and held it out to the android. It was a quarter, minted in 1994 in Philadelphia.

"That's a very nice quarter," he smiled passively.

She dropped the quarter in his hand and smiled. A tooth was missing. Based on his calculations, he wondered if this had been a gift from the girl's parents, while posing as a so-called 'tooth fairy'.

He held it back out to her. "You should keep it. It belongs to you."

The girl crossed her arms stubbornly. "Mommy said I could do whatever I want with my money, and I want to give it to you."

Connor glanced up at the mother, who simply pursed her lips but said nothing. Then his eyes dropped back down to the little girl. "I'll take very good care of it."

The forty-seventh floor pinged, and the mother and her daughter shuffled off of the elevator. "Goodbye, mister android!" the little girl smiled, and Connor waved politely.

He glanced at the quarter. It felt sturdy and cool in his palm. The elevator began to rise again, and Connor flipped the coin into the air with perfect precision. He timed it to the point that every coin flip synced with the beep of the elevator as it rose.

Wondering what else he could do with the quarter, he balanced it on his fingers, shuffling it back and forth in a way no human would have been able to. Then he tossed the coin back and forth between his hands until the elevator began to slow. With one last throw, he caught the quarter between two fingers and slipped it into his right pocket. Then with an exhale, he straightened his tie, preparing for whatever came next.

The doors opened, and a SWAT officer immediately turned on his comms and walked away. "Negotiator on site."

Connor stepped out of the elevator and glanced around. Peering to his left of the entryway, he noticed a fish flopping helplessly on the floor. He'd never seen a fish before, though he had thirty-eight thousand, seven hundred and thirty-one species logged in his memory bank. This particular species was a Dwarf Gourami from the Ganges region of India - a labyrinth fish, capable of breathing out of water for short periods of time, although water was still essential for its survival.

It wasn't strictly in his program, but Connor was able to process the information with so little time wasted that only milliseconds had passed. Picking up the fish, he placed it in what remained of the family's fish tank.

He wasn't sure why he had saved the fish, but it seemed a waste to leave it there on the ground. Turning to his right, he analyzed a photo of the family and continued with his mission.

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