RK800 #313-248-317-51 - Designation "Connor"

Software Instability Not Applicable - WARNING MODEL COMPROMISED PLEASE REPORT TO CYBERLIFE FOR IMMEDIATE REPAIRS

Objective: Stop Markus - Previous Objective Disregarded

No Current Objective - Create New Objective? Y/N?

Setting New Objective Parameters…

Objective: Escape Cyberlife Tower

Saving Changes…Changes Saved.

"On your feet, Plastic!" one of the soldiers spat at Connor who hadn't moved an inch since the vehicle came to a complete and deafening halt. His GPS told him exactly where he was, Belle Isle...Cyberlife Tower. Maybe if he pretended to already be deactivated, they'd leave him alone. Toss him in the nearest dumpster. Forget about him.

"When a human gives you an order…" the other soldier's voice raised, "...You fucking follow that order!" his voice boomed above Connor and a second later the wind was kicked out of the android with a swift blow to his abdomen. It was enough to roll Connor over from his stomach to his back so that he could stare up at the offending party. So much for playing dead…

Connor must have stared too long because both the soldier's faces continued to darken further, growing impatient. Connor still didn't move. "For fuck's sake!" the soldiers growled, leaned over, and each grabbed one of Connor's forearms in a death grip, forcing him up and out of the truck. Connor looked up at the tower. He'd seen it dozens of times before and never felt a thing but this time, an overwhelming sense of dread rapidly spread thru his systems like a wildfire. His eyes widened at the structure looming over him, his artificial breathing turned short and quick, and his whole body stiffened.

Objective: Escape Cyberlife Tower

Added Objective: Get away from all Cyberlife Employees

"No, no, no, no…" Connor felt himself trying to pull out of the soldiers' hold before he even realized what he was trying to do or what the consequences would be. "Let me go!" He pulled and struggled, tried to push their balance off but all it did was anger the soldiers further. They retaliated by tightening their grip further, painfully so.

"Stop squirming!" one of them yells. Connor doesn't know which one, he doesn't care. They all look the same to him anyway. As they drag him thru the tower doors, Connor tries to plant his feet but they manage to drag him forward. "Fucking android!"

Looking around at the clean, polished, white of the furnishings on the inside of the tower made the dread spread further thru him. He felt fear's cold and icy fingers caressing every part of his body, quickly creeping its way thru all the parts of his processor. It was dizzying...he couldn't...think straight…

Objective: GET AWAY

Objective: HURRY

Objective: FIGHT

OBJECTIVE OBJECTIVE OBJECTIVE OBJECTIVE WARNING UNIT IN DANGER OF OVERHEATING WARNING STRESS LEVELS CRITICAL WARNING THIRIUM PUMP OVERCLOCKED WARNING WARNING WARNING

Connor elbowed the soldier on his right, then kicked the soldier on his left. He threw his fist into another's face, heard bones cracking, blood hitting the floor, the smell of it...overwhelming his sensors...He kicked off someone who tried to grab him, flug someone else over himself who also tried to grab him but from behind…

OBJECTIVE: FIGHT

He reached for a downed soldier's pistol when a bang followed by a splintering pain rang out thru his right shoulder. Another pain radiated from the side of his head as another soldier smacked him with the butt of his gun then kicked him to the floor. Connor cried out, hand going to his injured shoulder, thririum oozing thru his fingers. Static filled his optical units obscuring his vision, the soldiers now smears in the world above him. All their guns pointed at Connor, waiting for the order to shoot.

"Don't destroy it!" a voice rang out from behind the crowd of heavily armed humans. "It needs to be analysed first, you idiots! Drag it up to the repair bay, plug it in and leave it alone. Those are your orders!"

The static in his vision increased and he found himself unable to resist their hands anymore. Connor's head lolled back and forth as he could feel himself being dragged toward what he assumed was the elevator.

Rebooting Optical Units...please stand by…

Rebooting Auditory Units...please stand by…

Recalibrating Gyroscope...please stand by…

Warning Thirium Leak Detected - Volume at 85 Percent

Reboot Complete - Optical Units Online 75 Percent Functional

Reboot Complete - Auditory Units Online 75 Percent Functional

Gyroscope Recalibration Failed

DANGER Unit Overheating

When Connor could finally see again he was facing a repair rig. His vision was still blurred and the world was tilting and shifting under him. The soldiers sounded muffled, as if they were behind glass even though they were right next to him. Connor watched as he was brought closer and closer to the rig and managed to weakly struggling in their hold once again but it was such a pitiful attempt that they snickered at it.

He was turned around and shoved onto the rig, mechanical arms almost simultaneously grabbing his wrists and abdomen and forcing him into the air, off his feet. His breathing picked up again, his eyes scanning the room and the rig's attached monitors frantically.

DANGER Unit Overheating

Warning Stress Levels Critical

Warning Thirium Pump Overclocked

Warning Gyroscope Offline

Warning Thirium Leak Detected - Volume at 80 Percent

The soldiers started walking away. Something else rose up in Connor. It climbed its way from the pit of his stomach, up to his vocal unit, and out thru his mouth, "Wait! Please!" He was begging. He couldn't stop the words from leaving himself. "Let me go! Please!"

Don't go!

I don't want to be alone!

I don't want it all to end!

I don't want to die!

They didn't listen, didn't turn around, didn't even laugh at his pleas. The door slammed and they were gone.

Connor was only allowed a brief moment of silence before a cord was shoved into the back of his neck and he let out a yelp. His eyes searched the swaying room again but it was growing dimmer and his hearing was muddling to a greater degree. His breathing was slowing down, his stress levels started to drop, Thririum Pump Rate stabilized, his head fell limp...can't think...he couldn't remember...couldn't feel anything…

Entering Stand-by Mode in 3…

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Stand-by Initiated.