Welcome everyone.
This is a rewritten version of my story over on ao3
This is the first ever fanfiction I've ever managed to finish, so I'd love to hear any thoughts or constructive criticism.
Oh, and english is not my native language and I don't have a beta-reader yet.
I hope you'll enjoy.
Time: November 12th 2038, 12:06 a.m
Location: 2 River Drive, Detroit
"... Thousands of androids have just flooded the streets around Hart Plaza from Cyberlife's main production plant. Led by what appears to be the deviant hunter himself, they have now joined the peaceful protests. None of the retreating human forces were harmed. So far Detroit will remain under lockdown until a sufficient location for peace talks can be determined. The national guard have just announced that they will add their forces to those of Detroit's police to keep the remaining civilians safe. No statement from Cyberlife's CEO has been forthcoming yet … We will now switch back to our reporters at Hart Plaza, where the androids' leader seems to prepare for a celebratory speech! …"
Eyes burning with curiosity, Elijah Kamski looked intently at the large holographic TV display spread across the darkened window panes.
RK200 - or rather 'Markus' as Carl had once named him - stood on a podium on Hart Plaza, arms spread wide and talking passionately to his intently listening audience of newly freed androids. The live footage provided by the news drones circling up above switched periodically between close-ups of his expressive face and wide-angle shots of the horde of unnaturally silent androids filling the entire plaza as well as the surrounding streets.
Kamski was leaning with his arms on the edge of his pool, legs treading lazily to keep himself afloat. One Chloe model was dutifully massaging his shoulders from behind while her copies were quietly watching from a few feet away.
Just as a movement of the RK800 - standing barely visible behind Markus - drew his attention, the phone in his hand began to ring.
With an annoyed sigh he muted the TV and picked up the call.
"What do you want?"
A long silence, then he laughed derisively.
"A nice story, Mr. Crestwood. But considering the state of affairs at the moment, I think you might have bigger problems right now than you could ever hope to cause for me, wouldn't you agree?"
Another silence only broken by the garbled ranting from the phone.
"Oh please, be my guest! I dare you, tell this fantastical little tale to the media after this night and see how far it gets you."
He listened for a second, before laughing coldly.
"Shall I tell you what you are, Mr. Crestwood? You are a wounded little fish, dragged out by the torrents of the sea. But there are sharks in the water. And they're out for blood."
The ranting on the other end was just about to continue, when Kamski's phone vibrated with another incoming call.
"Now as fun as this little chat has been, I'm a busy man. Farewell, Mr. Crestwood. And good luck. You'll need it."
The inventor ended the conversation mid rant and accepted the second call.
"Good evening Dr. Kimble. Please be more interesting than your CEO, I beg you."
Kamski listened - bored at first - but grew steadily more interested as the seconds passed.
Waving absentmindedly, he shrugged off his android's hands.
"you have my undivided attention."