Hello there, welcome to the first chapter of Do Circuits Sing. I hope you enjoy the story about our favourite deviant hunter and watch his new life unfold as a deviant. Any and all comments are welcome, enjoy the story.
Two months...
Two months since the androids of Detroit had won their freedoms from their masters... the humans. It took hurt, loss and civil war for the revolution to finally come to a peaceful conclusion: Androids were alive, they showed the same emotions humans do and they were not going anywhere.
Markus, the leading android of the revolution had two options, give the humans the peaceful choice to allow androids the same rights as them or the violent way, forcing all humans out of Detroit and taking the city for themselves, banning all that weren't their own. He went for the peaceful option, giving humans the chance to see for real what they felt, he kissed the end of civil war to a grinding halt with his partner North.
Laws were now coming into place, Markus was an ambassador for his people, getting them the same rights as humans and making deals that would help both species work in harmony together.
But, there were still those who didn't believe, they didn't believe androids should have the same rights and should return to being their slaves. That is where this story takes off, the story of how a young detective Brooke Quinn starts her life that is drastically changed with the introduction of androids, one of those androids becomes something more to her, but will it prevail?
Brooke moved to Detroit from Texas, working for a small police firm out in Armadillo, but it was that phone call she got from Captain Jeffrey Fowler that changed her life. The commendations she got from her then-employer made her stand out in her combat skills and diplomatic ones.
The job offered her to move to the beautiful, but chilly city of Detroit, she accepted without a second thought, not having much to leave behind in Armadillo except some close friends. She was offered the role of a detective, working closely with the androids who were still stuck under the thumb of humans.
Brooke moved to Detroit within a few weeks of the offer, not wanting to waste a chance to get started. Her first day had rolled around, nerves did sit at the pit of her stomach, but nothing that couldn't be swallowed back with a big cup of strong coffee.
She continued getting ready for her first day, digging her uniform out of its packaging, the order for her uniform came the day before. Brooke had the basic uniform for a detective, the DPD logo shirt and some tight office trousers which accommodated her tight curves a bit too much for her liking.
With her uniform on and ready, she headed to the bathroom, looking at what to do with her hair. The black thick mess she called her hair was the bane of her life, she had a love-hate relationship with it, being down to her waist it would constantly get in her face and become heavy when wet, but the thought of having it cut made her feel sick, she didn't hate her hair that much to get it cut.
Brooke applied minimal makeup, not wanting to overdo it on her first day, she was too blend in, not stand out. Applying a small amount of foundation and powder, with some mascara for her already thick long lashes that sat above her emerald green eyes.
It was now 8:30 am, time to leave for her first day. "Alright, Brooke, you got this," she encouraged herself through the mirror. Brooke ran to the living room, grabbing her car keys and duffle bag, her full uniform kit was to go everywhere with her, but the hope for lockers would make life easier than lumping the bag back and forth.
"Bye, Nala," Brooke called to her Husky, the only love she couldn't leave behind in Texas, her dog was her life. The five-year-old Husky barked from across the hall, giving her owner her version of goodbye.
Detroit was freezing, it was forty-degree Fahrenheit in the middle of January. Brooke ran to her car, quickly turning the engine over and cracking her heaters up high, she set the destination for the DPD, letting the self-driving car take over. She sat back, looking out of the window as the car pulled out onto the main road, she fell in love with Detroit quickly after she moved, everything stood out to her when she was so used to living in a small town, Detroit spoke to her personally, she hoped to live there for the rest of her life.
Her car pulled up out front to the DPD, she already had a car parking space designated to her. The weather had finally settled with a light sheen on snow on the path and edges of the road. Brooke grabbed her belongings from the back seat, giving herself a quick confidence check in the car before finally leaving to head to the main doors.
The DPD was massive compared to her small-town police firm, the doors opened automatically for her, she headed straight for the reception, surprised to see a female android on the other side of the desk, the android eyed her before putting a welcoming smile on her lips.
"Hello, welcome to the Detroit Police Department. How can I help you?" Brooke stared at the android, she wasn't wearing a normal android uniform, more just human office clothes, the only thing giving her away was the LED in the right side of her temple, just shy of her eyebrow,
"Hi," Brooke replied quietly, "I am here for my first day." The android typed on the computer, Brooke watched her, she knew androids worked after the revolution, a fair wage and respectful breaks must have been some of the main things campaigned for androids to work.
"Can I have your name please?" Brooke got her ID out, passing it across the desk.
"Miss Brooke Quinn." The android nodded, looking at the ID and passing it back with another ID badge with her DPD information on it.
"Just follow around through the security doors and take the lift to the main officers on the fifth floor, someone shall meet you there," the android replied with another warm smile. Brooke thanked her and headed for the lifts. The security guard asked to see her ID before letting her through, she complied and was allowed entry.
There were quite a few people hunched together in the lift, some androids, the uniform gave them away as maintenance workers. The lift doors opened to a small hallway that led around to the office, it was huge compared to her previous office. At least twelve desks plotted around the room and a wall that was an android station, but it didn't seem to be in use anymore. There was a small kitchen with a few tables and then the Captain's office was in the heart of the room, completely surrounded by windows so he could look down at his team.
Brooke waited for a few moments for someone to come get her, but no one showed up, she decided to try and find her desk, hoping her name was on one of them. Some officers checked her out as she walked past, she now wished she dropped the makeup and shoved her hair up into a messy bun, but she decided to keep going, not letting the stares get to her.
The desks were either occupied or had someone's name on, except one, which was connected to another messier desk, it had junk on it with a load of info pads. Brooke decided to sit at the empty one, hoping it wasn't someones, she tried logging onto the computer, but it declined her logins she had already been given before arriving.
"Well, shit," she mumbled to herself, she looked down at her phone, it was now 9:10 am, she needed to figure out what the hell she was doing for her first day. Brookes thoughts left her mind when she felt someone watching her, she spun around in the chair, a young man stood behind her, looking down at her.
He was young, but older than her, around twenty-nine, maybe thirty. He had his head leant to the side looking at her, his dark brown eyes judging her as his thick, chiselled jaw was tightly closed.
"Um.. May I help you?" Brooke asked, trying to break the thick ice the man was giving off. He didn't reply straight away but kept staring, then she noticed it, the LED in his temple, rolling yellow, he was an android.
"I am sorry, but it seems you've occupied my desk," he said in a low, but chipper voice. He finally stopped looking at her and looked at his nameplate. Brooke leaned over the desk to see it say 'Connor' on it. An android had a desk at a police station?
"Shit, sorry. I completely missed the nameplate, I thought it was empty, I will move," Brooke quickly said, she started to gather her things. This Connor waved his hand at her, stopping her from moving.
"It's alright, I'll sit at Lieutenant Anderson's desk, he will not be arriving for another couple of hours anyway." The android walked over to the desk, sitting comfortably in the chair. He walked and acted with a lot of confidence, he straightened his jacket and tie, he cleared his throat, making her realise she was gawking at him.
Brooke quickly looked back down at his desk, "I'm Brooke, today is my first day," she said in hopes of getting rid of some of the awkwardness.
"I am Connor, it's a pleasure to meet you," he replied, extending his hand across the desk. Brooke leaned over and shook it, surprised by how cold but human his hands felt. She returned her hand, now tapping it on her knees.
"So," she tried to find a topic to talk about, "do you work here?" Connor leant his head back to his side again, his LED flickering yellow for a few moments.
"Yes, I'm a detective. I was previously programmed to destroy deviants, now I work alongside my partner on homicide. How about yourself?" Brooke shrugged her shoulder slightly, she knew she was employed to help Androids, but so far that is all she knows.
"I've been hired to work alongside androids that still trapped under slavery from humans." Connor nodded, looking down at Hanks' desk, he wasn't good at making conversation with people he didn't know, but it was her eyes that drew him into her so much, he felt her green eyes suck him in somehow, it made him confused. "Wait," Brooke said, getting his attention back, she pointed at him, "you're that android that stood with the deviant leader, Markus. Back when you all got your freedom."
Connors LED this time went red, Brooke was worried she upset him, but it quickly went back to blue and he smiled at her. "Yes, that is me." Brooke was about to open her mouth to reply, but Captain Fowler had stopped at the foot of their desks, looking down at her.
"Miss Quinn. I am sorry for keeping you waiting, the idiots forgot to tell me you were coming today." He looked at Connor. "Where is Hank this morning then?" Connor smiled slightly, it seemed this Hank was a normal late show for work.
"He was in bed when I left," Connor replied in a dry tone, "I tried to wake him up, but he used profanities until I left him alone." Brooke tried not to chuckle, but Connor heard the slight hum come from her throat, he seemed to welcome her chuckle and smiled in return.
"Well, he better get his ass up. I need you both to go check out this homicide with a murdered android." Brooke stiffened at the words, feeling sick to her stomach, if only she started sooner, maybe she could have helped them.
"I will start on my own, If I need help I can contact you for back up," Connor said, getting himself up from his seat. He turned to Brooke. "I hope to see you again, Miss Quinn," he happily said, turning to the Captain. "Have a good day, Captain."
She watched Connor leave before Fowler cleared his throat to get her attention, "please come to my office," he said, gesturing for her to follow him. Brooke decided to leave her stuff under the desk, she could always come back to grab them when she got her locker.
Fowler led her to his office, motioning her to take a seat in the small chairs across from his big one, he closed the door behind them. "I am relieved you decided to accept my offer, Miss Quinn."
Brooke smiled at him, waving her hand slightly, "please call me Brooke, but it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, life in Armadillo was... enjoyable, but also very boring at the firm." Fowler nodded, looked down at his computer.
"I can imagine so." He leaned towards, resting his arms on his desk. "So I wanted to bring you in because the commendations you have received are very high for someone of your young age. I would like you to investigate and put a stop to the abuse still happening to androids, you have a full team at your disposal and will at times be working with Lieutenant Hank and the android Connor."
Brooke nodded, the excitement was setting in, she couldn't wait to get started. "Understood, Captain," she replied with a smile. Fowler went through his draws, looking for some keys.
"These are for your locker," he said, passing the keys over to her. "Your desk is actually the one just behind where you sat, it looked occupied but people have been piling their shit on it, so I'll get it cleaned for you." Brooke dismissed him with a waved hand.
"It is quite alright, Captain. I shall take care of it myself." Fowler gave her a sharp nod, happy to see she can take initiative on her own.
"Very well, get to work then and if you need anything, just come knocking," he replied with a quick smile, before turning to his computer.
"Thank you, Captain," Brooke said, she didn't wait for any confirmation to leave, deciding to leave at her own accord, carefully shutting the glass door behind her.
Brooke settled her belongings into her locker and returned to clean the desk, it wasn't so bad, most of it could be moved into the storage cupboard once she found it. The thoughts of this Connor peaked her interests, she didn't expect the famous deviant hunter to be working full time for the DPD, but he was himself a deviant, so she wasn't one to judge.
The desk was as cleared as she could get it, the rest was her paperwork that was backed up from weeks ago, she knew there would be no fieldwork for the next week or so, annoying her slightly, Brooke wanted the chance to work with this deviant at some point, see how he works in the field as a detective, but with her paperwork needing her attention, Brooke started and hoped the following week would be more eventful than just deskwork.