AN: This chapter takes place in between chapters 2 and 3 and is in Gavin Reed's point of view, so I am calling it. Trigger warning for sexual harassment.
They found Anderson outside of the Eden Club with three dead androids. He was cradling robo-cop in his goddamn arms. Anderson didn't cry, but he sure looked like he wanted to. What a sentimental old fool, Gavin thought. It's just a hunk of plastic.
It shouldn't have been a surprise to see another model later that same night. Androids worked with their own doppelgangers all the time. Hell, there were five identical PC200s lined up against the wall when Connor walked into the station.
"So there were two of you?" Gavin said. "Christ, and here I was hoping I'd never have to see that ugly mug again."
"I was activated when my predecessor was destroyed," Connor said. He tapped his forehead. "CyberLife downloaded its data into this model, so my investigation will not be hampered."
"Whoop de freaking doo," Gavin said. "You going to help with the clean up then?"
"Clean up?"
"You left a fucking mess at the Eden Club." Gavin put on a big show of shaking his head in disapproval, crossing his arms in front of his chest and tsking. "You inconsiderate shit. Think it's our job to mop up thirium?"
"I apologize, Detective. I'll get right on that."
And just like that Connor turned on his heel and walked back out of the station.
Gavin blinked, then hastened to follow him. "You really going back to the Eden Club?"
"Unless I'm needed elsewhere?" Connor stood outside the station, looking confused.
Dumb android.
"I don't know what the hell you're needed for," Gavin said. "You don't have more deviants to shoot?"
Connor frowned. "It is not my goal to shoot them."
"Whatever, don't you have instructions in that tin head of yours?"
"My instructions are… to work under DPD supervision," Connor said. "Captain Fowler supplied that supervision by assigning Lieutenant Anderson to the deviant case. Where is the Lieutenant now, do you know?"
"He went home already."
"I see. Are there other detectives at the Eden Club at the moment?"
"Nope." And just like that, Gavin had an idea.
A stupid perverted idea. It was just a whim, really. He should have ignored it. Maybe he would have if Connor didn't make it so easy.
"By any chance would you be willing to accompany me, Detective?"
"Sure, Connor," Gavin said. He led the android to his car. "Not a problem."
"Thank you."
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"It would appear that my… fucking mess… has been taken care of," Connor said. "But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to evaluate the remaining androids for signs of deviancy."
"Whatever." Gavin unlocked the door for him, glad he still had a copy. He'd give the keys back to the club owner tomorrow. Probably.
Connor marched inside. His LED kept blinking blue, yellow, blue, yellow. It was annoying.
For lack of anything better to do, Gavin followed him into the back room where all the Traci's stood in standby mode. Unlike most androids, these sex bots had a lot more variety to their faces and styles. Trying to accommodate to different people's tastes.
They did a lame job of it, Gavin thought. Changing the hair or skin or freaking nose is useless if they all have the same body. These girls had boring proportions. B boobs and skinny. His ex-girlfriend, on the other hand, had a killer body: tight little A boobs and a huge ass.
The male Traci's were even worse. All of them had the same square chin, the same pecs and abs, the same height. If even one of them looked more like Connor…
Well, Gavin would lose a lot of money.
Seeing Mr. Robo-Cop at work, though, was kind of a boner killer. He went up to each individual Traci and put a hand on their shoulder, peeling back synthetic skin and just kind of staring at them? Gavin knew androids could share data that way, but…
It just looked creepy.
"You really going to do that with all of them?"
"Yes, Detective."
Gavin groaned. "You don't really need me around, do ya? Can I bail?"
"If you leave I will need to leave as well," Connor said. "And return to CyberLife tower."
"Then I guess you're leaving."
"Please," Connor said. "I'm almost done."
"You can come back with Anderson."
Connor had been staring at the Traci androids as they'd talked, methodically going down the line of them. But as soon as Gavin mentioned Anderson he had the tincan's undivided attention.
He wasn't frowning or anything, but his LED was blinking red. The last time Gavin had seen that color on an android was when a PM700 had it's legs torn off in a car accident.
"Please don't make me do that," Connor said.
Recalling the way Anderson had reacted to the other damaged Connor model, Gavin supposed he understood where he was coming from. But if he was really going to waste his night like this, he wanted to make it worth it.
"Fine," Gavin said. "Are you going to look at the actual crime scene though? The body has been removed, but everything else is the same."
Connor glanced at the motionless Traci's. "Ah, well, I suppose…"
Reluctantly, he backed away from the androids and headed for the private room where the John's good time had been cut short. Gavin followed him in.
Connor just stood in the middle of the room. His LED was spinning yellow.
"Christ, this is boring," Gavin said. "Hey tin can."
"Yes?"
"Let's do a re-enactment."
"I beg your pardon?"
What a nerdy thing to say. Gavin sighed and put a hand on Connor's back, giving him a little nudge towards the bed. "Lay down."
He expected Connor to question him, but instead he just did as he was told. He looked confused. "My software is made to pre-construct the scene," he said. "There were two Traci's."
"Well one of them was on the bed, right? What was she doing?"
Connor extended his arms towards the bed frame. There were thick black manacles attached.
"She was restrained," Connor said.
Damn, this was too easy. "Then I'll cuff you."
Connor let him do it. LED still spinning yellow. There was a blink of red too, but it was gone so quickly Gavin wasn't even sure he'd actually seen it.
"Detective, this is not helpful," Connor said. "I suggest we go back to the storage room."
"Maybe I don't care about being helpful." Gavin climbed on top of him, legs straddling the android. "Why don't you make yourself useful and give me a good time?"
"Adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features," Connor said. "However, I am not equipped for the scenario I think you are suggesting."
"They gave you that face for a reason didn't they?"
"CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans," Connor said. "My appearance was specifically designed to facilitate my integration."
"Integrate with this then," Gavin said. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
Connor frowned at it. "I do not have one."
"Seriously?" Gavin chuckled. "Not even a hole?"
"I am not a Traci."
"Well, you've got a mouth at least." Gavin hoisted himself up so that he was standing on the bed with Connor still sitting pretty. He positioned his cock in front of Connor's mouth. "C'mon, just this once. Do me a favor."
Still frowning, Connor pulled his right arm away from the bedframe. The manacles did nothing to stop him, they easily cracked and split open. He pulled his left arm free too and Gavin gulped, half expecting to be punched in the gut.
But Connor didn't touch him. He just sat and glared at Gavin's cock. Like he was looking at an alien. Then Connor said, "Yours looks different."
"What, because I'm not circumsized?" Gavin said. "So then you've seen one before."
"I have not personally seen one," Connor said. "But I have footage. From the Traci androids I interfaced with. Now that I review it there are others like yours. But they are a minority."
"Ew, you're looking at that right now?" What a boner killer. Gavin sighed and tucked himself away. "Damn, you're really boring you know that?"
"Your entertainment is not my concern," Connor said. "Get off me. Or I will remove you."
Gavin sat back and crossed his arms. "I'd like to see that."
So Connor pushed him off the bed. Gavin was lucky he didn't land in the bloodstains. He stood and dusted himself off. "Okay, fine. I'm done here."
"Alright," Connor said. "I'll continue my investigation without you."
"Thought you weren't allowed to do that?"
For the first time there was something in Connor's face that looked like actual human emotion. He was smirking. "Maybe I don't care anymore?"
"Well I sure don't give a shit," Gavin said. "Do what you want."
"What I want," Connor repeated. "An interesting concept."
What's so interesting? Gavin thought. But he shrugged it off and went home. He's just a stupid android, he'd told himself. Who gives a fuck what he thinks or says?
Little did he know that he would care, later. Gavin would care a great deal.
And by then it would be too late.
