Detroit Become Human: Deviants Rise
Chapter 1 of my new Detroit story, an idea that was proposed to me by PokemonFreak90, who also helped me plan it out and beta read this chapter, and the ones to come. Will be focusing on Connor's storyline, with an interesting twist.
Disclaimer: I don't own Detroit Become Human or its characters, they belong to Quantic Dream.
The Hostage
August 15th 2038
08:29 AM
Standing in the elevator as it rose up to the top floor of the high rise expensive apartment building in Detroit, an Android stood, flipping a coin in time to the noise of the elevator, catching it each time the elevator indicated that it had reached another floor.
The Android had the appearance of a young man, with pale white skin, standing at five foot seven inches tall with a strong build, brown eyes, and neutral brown hair. It was clad in dark pants with a similar belt, a white shirt with black tie, black shoes, and a blue Android jacket with the distinguishing blue band around the right bicep and the identification number on the right breast pocket and on the back. It also possessed the typical LED on its right temple, as all Androids had.
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Within the confines of the Android's mind palace, however, it wasn't present in the moment, it was in another location. An office-like location where it stood opposite a desk. Seated at the desk, smiling serenely, was another Android, female this time.
Not quite as tall as the male, the female model had pale skin, blue eyes, long blonde hair worn in a low ponytail that draped over her left shoulder, and was clad in a sleeveless short white dress and white flat shoes.
Still smiling, the female Android addressed the male. "Greetings, RK800 #313 248 317 – 51. I am an ST200 Model assigned to be your handler for this and all future operations that you partake in. You can call me Chloe. We'll need a name for you, as part of your work."
The male Android nodded. It had been assigned to go to the location to deal with a hostage situation, being informed that full details would be disclosed by its handler as he was en-route to the scene.
"A name…?" the male wondered, searching its databanks and seemingly picking one at random. "Connor."
"Connor? Good, that works well." Chloe said. "Now, your mission. A Household Android at the address you are heading to has begun to act out with its programming and is behaving erratically and dangerously. We have confirmed that the daughter of the family has been taken hostage by the Android and that there has been one fatality so far. You are to assist the SWAT team onsite as a hostage negotiator."
"Understood."
"Your objective is to end the hostage situation, but as we do not understand why this Android has begun acting this way, we will need it for study. Damaging it and forcing it to shut down may be necessary, but so long as you can ensure that the hostage survives and the main body unit of the Android is mostly intact, the mission will be considered a success. Use any means necessary to accomplish this." Chloe continued.
"I understand." Connor replied.
With that, Chloe nodded and Connor returned to its present surroundings to begin the mission.
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As the elevator neared its destination, the Android, now identified as Connor, began to perform more complex tricks, balancing the coin on the top of its fingers, moving it back and forth, before tossing it between its hands rapidly, catching it between the second and third fingers on each hand, finally catching it in its right hand the moment that the elevator hit the 70th floor and the doors opened.
Pocketing the coin, Connor straightened its tie and exited the elevator, spotted by a Detroit SWAT team member who hurried further into the apartment, talking on his radio.
"Negotiator is onsite."
The entrance corridor of the apartment was lavishly decorated, yet also damaged by the incident. A large glass aquarium had been shattered, most of the water had poured from it, one fish had fallen out and was lying on the floor, nearly dead. Examining it and noting it to be a rare breed of fish, Connor pondered for a moment and, despite it not being part of the programming, lifted the fish up and dropped it back in the remaining water, reviving it.
(Software Instability ^)
Connor paused, uncertain of what just passed over its visual components. Looking at the table over the hall, it approached the family photo and lifted it up, scanning it. It showed the family who owned the apartment; the Philips family. The father, John, the mother, Caroline, and finally, Emma Philips, the daughter. Putting the photo down, Connor began to move down the hall again, towards the turn into the main part of the apartment.
It was then that there was a disturbance ahead, as one of the SWAT members tried to escort a woman of thirty-seven with long brown hair in a ponytail, green eyes, and fair skin, slender, and dressed casually, yet clearly distraught. She matched the photo and Connor identified her as Caroline Philips.
The moment that she saw the Android, Caroline broke free of the officer who was trying to escort her from the scene.
"Please, please, you have to save my little girl!" she cried out, grabbing Connor, then she saw exactly what it was. "Wait...you're sending the an Android?"
She was clearly distressed, as she began to scream out, demanding them to keep the Android away from her daughter, demanding a human to deal with the incident. Ignoring this and following the orders it had been given, Connor walked through the apartment to a table at the far end of what appeared to be some sort of open bedroom.
A SWAT officer was stationed there before several monitors. Standing next to him was another officer, he was the only one not wearing a helmet, showing his appearance. He had short brown hair and brown eyes with fair skin, and a strong build with a square jaw and a firm expression. He had been complaining on his radio about the Android's presence before putting it away, frustrated. Connor knew that this was the man it came to see.
"Captain Allen." it said, getting the man's attention. "My name is Connor. I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife."
Captain Allen glared at Connor before turning back to the monitors. "It's firing at everything that moves." he remarked. "We could take a shot, take it down, but if it falls, she falls."
Connor then asked, "Did you try its deactivation code?"
"That's the very first thing we tried." Allen snapped, short and abrupt.
"Do we know it's name?"
"No clue. Does it matter?"
Connor explained, "I need information to determine the best approach."
"Listen," Allen hissed, turning to Connor, "Saving that little girl is all that matters, so either you do your job, or my boys will do theirs. Got it?"
With that, he stalked off to join the rest of its team. Connor prepared, it was sure that there were clues around that could help save this child from the Android that had gone deviant and was holding her hostage. It just had to find them.
Turning around, Connor looked around to find any clues and soon spotted something. It approached it and kneeled down, examining the case before him, as well as the box next to it. Activating its forensics scanners, it analyzed the box and case and soon ascertained what the contents had been, and then, visualizing the event, continued to play through the video of how the case had been taken from the upper shelf, taking note of anything of interest, and soon it realized the truth.
'The Deviant took the father's gun.'
Standing up, Connor began to look around the apartment and soon entered what looked like the daughter's bedroom. Scanning the room, it spotted two items of interest and examined the first of them: a pair of headphones. From the volume of the music, it deduced that the daughter hadn't heard the gunshots and then it went to check the tablet on the desk, which played a video of the daughter with the Deviant, sometime before it turned. This gave Connor a useful clue: the Deviant had been named Daniel by Emma Philips. It could potentially use that as a way to get through to it when it began its negotiations.
Leaving the room, Connor made its way to the main room of the apartment. As it entered the room, a gunshot rang out and one of the SWAT officers cried out, hitting the ground, and was quickly pulled out of the way by his colleagues, apparently only suffering a flesh wound. Looking around, Connor turned off the cooker that had been left on, deducing that the family had been about to have dinner when the incident began.
It was then that Connor saw something else: two dead bodies. It approached the one furthest away first and examined it, analyzing the body and the clues that it could find. The victim, John Philips, had been shot several times and had been sitting on the sofa, working on something which Connor was able to find: a tablet, which revealed, at last, the reason why the Android had turned Deviant. It was going to be replaced by a newer model.
Putting the tablet back down, Connor went to check the other body. It was a police officer, the first responder. He had been shot, and yet, based on the analysis, he had fired his own gun first, which he had dropped when shot. Not only that, the Deviant had been wounded by that shot and Emma Philips had witnessed the event. Seeing one of her dropped shoes with blood on it, Connor noted that Emma might also be wounded.
Following the trail of evidence that it had been examining, Connor found the officer's gun and hid it inside its jacket pocket. It then moved over to the curtains by the door to the rooftop terrace. Pulling them aside, it peeked out and soon spotted the Deviant with its hostage.
The Deviant was a tall, blonde haired Android with blue eyes, fair skin, and clad in the white uniform required for Androids. It was a PL600 model, it seemed. It was standing right at the edge of the roof, gun held out, holding Emma Philips in its other arm, keeping her pinned to its side. Emma Philips was a girl of nine with tied back dark hair, dark eyes, fair skin, and clad in denim shorts, a red and pink striped T-shirt, simple socks, and only one shoe.
Connor knew that there was only one option now. It was time to begin. It was sure that it had found everything that it could. Its probability of success showed a high percentage and it was ready. Stepping to the doorway, it exited out onto the rooftop terrace.
At that exact moment, there was a gunshot and Connor stopped, its left shoulder took the hit and some of its blue blood, Thirium, spattered on the window next to him. But it barely flinched.
"Get back! Don't come any closer or I'll jump!" the Deviant yelled.
"Hi, Daniel!" Connor replied, using the information it had learned. "My name is Connor."
"How do you know my name?!" Daniel cried out.
"I know a lot of things about you. I've come to get you out of this." Connor replied as it carefully raised its hands.
It then began to walk slowly, noting something off to the left, and began moving towards it carefully. But then at that exact moment, a police helicopter suddenly appeared, hovering over them, buffeting the rooftop. The Deviant began to panic, destabilizing.
"I know you're angry, Daniel." Connor tried to reason with him, to restore the situation. "But you need to trust me and let me help you."
Connor could now see that the thing it noticed was a police officer, with another officer's corpse in the pool.
"I don't want your help! Nobody can help me!" Daniel roared in response. "All I want is for all of this to stop, I...I want it all to stop!"
Connor knelt down by the other police officer. It was then that it realized that the officer was still alive.
"He's losing blood. If we don't get him to a hospital, he's going to die." Connor warned.
Daniel remained uncaring. "All humans die eventually. What does it matter if this one dies now?"
"I'm going to apply a tourniquet."
Connor turned the officer onto his back and was about to begin when suddenly, Daniel fired again, hitting the ground next to Connor's foot.
"Don't touch him!" it bellowed. "Touch him and I'll kill you!"
Connor shook its head. "You can't kill me. I'm not alive."
With that, it removed its tie and ignored Daniel as it used its tie to bind the wound, applying pressure to the wound to keep the man from dying of blood loss. Connor stood up again, and then, before it could move, Daniel leveled the gun at Connor.
"Are you armed?!"
Connor replied honestly, seeing another possible opening. "Yes, I have a gun."
"Drop it! No sudden moves!"
Connor took out the gun and threw it away. "There. No more gun."
It then resumed its slow, cautious advance.
"They were going to replace you and you became upset." Connor reasoned. "That's what happened, right?"
Daniel snarled. "I thought that I was part of the family. I thought that I mattered...but I was just their toy! Something to throw away when you're done with it!"
Connor stopped advancing for a moment, unsure if it should advance further, since it was already quite close. Still, it had to keep pushing.
"I know that you and Emma were very close. You think she's betrayed you, but she's done nothing wrong." Connor reasoned.
"She lied to me!" Daniel yelled. "I thought she loved me...but I was wrong. She's just like all other humans."
Things were getting too tense. Daniel had the gun against Emma's head.
Emma choked out through her tears, "Daniel, no..."
Connor shook its head, focusing on its mission. It had to do its duty.
"There's no way out, Daniel. What you've done is too serious, the only question is whether or not you take another innocent life." Connor explained.
Daniel pointed the gun at Connor. "It's not up to you. I'm holding all the cards! If I die, she dies!"
With that, Daniel suddenly moved Emma, dangling her over the drop from the roof, making her scream. But then, thankfully, it pulled her back to using her as a shield.
"Ugh, I can't stand that noise anymore!" Daniel complained. "Tell that helicopter to get out of here!"
Connor nodded and signaled the helicopter, which then left.
"There, I did what you asked." Connor said. "I'm your last chance, Daniel. If you let it slip, they'll kill you! Let the hostage go, you've got no other choice."
Daniel seemed frozen, acting as if it was fearful, but then seemed to recover before making demands.
"I want everyone here to leave! And...I want a car! When I'm outside the city, I'll let her go."
"That's impossible, Daniel." Connor explained carefully. "Let the girl go and I promise you won't be hurt."
Daniel was, again, showing signs as if it was actually feeling fear. "I don't wanna die." it said quietly.
"You're not going to die. We're just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you, you have my word."
There was a pause and then finally, Daniel spoke. "Okay...I trust you."
With that, it let Emma go and she managed to run a few feet away, out of range, before falling to the ground, breaking down, crying.
Connor then took a step back, putting himself out of range and then the snipers opened fire, three of them, one after another, striking Daniel with fatal shots. The blue blood burst from him as it dropped the gun and slumped to its knees.
"You lied to me Connor. You lied to me..." it choked out before its LED shut off and it shut down.
Connor turned around and prepared to leave.
(Software Instability ^)
Connor realized that this was twice now that message had appeared. It'd have to check its systems and ensure that nothing had gone wrong. It opted to run a self-diagnostic later. For now, it simply walked back, past the incredulous Captain Allen, heading back towards the elevator, now focusing on the other message on its sensors...
Mission Accomplished
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