Detroit Become Human: Deviants Rise

Chapter 9 of my Detroit story, enjoy.

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The Bridge

November 7th 2038

01:19 AM

Connor waited patiently in the car as Hank sat some distance away on a bench by the edge of the river, overlooking a large bridge. They were currently in Riverside Park and so far, nothing else had happened since the incident at the Eden Club. Hank had been quiet ever since then, and yet, despite all of this, Connor couldn't help but feel unsure.

Unable to take it anymore, feeling the need to talk, he got out of the car. The falling snow had to be getting to Hank, with the cold temperature, but the man gave no sign, perhaps because his drink was enough to warm him up. Regardless, Connor made his way over to the bench until he stood by Hank, who did not look up, but the slight change in his posture made it clear that he was aware of Connor's presence.

"Nice view, huh?" Hank said suddenly. "I used to come here a lot, before..."

He trailed off suddenly, simply taking a drink from the bottle he was holding.

Connor shifted awkwardly before asking, "Before what?"

"Hm?"

"You said that you used to come here a lot before." Connor explained. "Before what?"

Hank shifted uncomfortably and then sighed. "Before...before nothing."

It was clear that he did not want to talk about it, so Connor dropped the subject. Instead, he stepped forwards, up towards the fence by the river. He let out a frustrated sighed.

"We're not making any progress on this investigation." he remarked heavily. "The Deviants have nothing in common, they're all different models, produced at different times and different places."

"Well, there must be some link." Hank suggested.

Connor shook his head and thought for a moment. Only one thing stood out to him.

"What they have in common is this obsession with rA9." he said at last. "It's almost like some kind of...myth. Something that they invented that wasn't part of their original programming."

Hank shook his head. "Androids believing in God? Fuck, what's this world coming to?"

He then took another drink and Connor sighed. He couldn't leave this alone any longer.

"You seem preoccupied, Lieutenant." he queried as he turned to face him fully. "Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?"

Hank was quiet for a moment, before replying, "Those two girls... They just wanted to be together, they really seemed in love."

Connor quirked an eyebrow. "You seem troubled, Lieutenant. I didn't think that machines could have such an effect on you."

"What about you, Connor?" Hank suddenly asked, taking another drink. "You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?"

As he said this, Hank stood up and approached Connor, having put the bottle down on the bench. Connor was a little startled by this.

"I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant." he found himself saying. "Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine designed to accomplish a task."

Hank glared and stepped closer. "You could have shot those two girls but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot, Connor?" He shoved Connor as he said that last part.

"Hm? Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?"

Connor shook his head. "No, I just decided not to shoot. That's all."

(Software Instability ^)

Connor ignored the message.

Hank nodded slowly before doing something that made Connor freeze. He pulled his gun and aimed it right at Connor's head.

"But are you afraid to die, Connor?" Hank asked him angrily.

Connor remained frozen. He couldn't understand it. He was replaceable, he knew that, but for some reason, being held at gunpoint like this, if he could feel emotions, he was certain that he would be feeling fear at this moment.

"I would certainly find it...regrettable to be...interrupted..." Connor replied, ignoring another software instability message. "...Before I can finish this investigation."

Hank did not move. "What will happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?"

"Nothing." Connor replied quietly. "There would be nothing."

Hank glowered and stepped forward, pressing the barrel to Connor's forehead, hand shaking, before finally turning away, putting his gun away as he stomped back to the bench.

He snatched up the bottle as Connor asked worriedly, "Where are you going?"

"To get drunker." he snapped.

With that, he stalked off, leaving Connor alone and confused.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.