Disclaimer: I don't own Detroit: Become Human in any way, this is written strictly for fun and no profit.
Jericho's Border:
"We should at least agree to say something about Markus' condition," Simon tried again with Josh and North. Without their leader, and with Cyberlife's disaster, things were getting serious. Without Markus, it fell to those closest to him. North wanted to make sure none of the humans could cross over. She was his lover, and seen as second in control since she was signing orders for Connor.
However, Simon and Josh also had some power in the situation. While he was lover to North, he was family with them, and they were right next to Markus during the fight to gain rights. Jericho decided that all three would have to represent the situation.
"Jericho does not want conflict," Josh agreed with Simon. "If the humans want to know why all communication stopped, we need to do this, North."
"It was a mistake for him to do all that," North said. "It was easy at first, but it all just got too big. He always put it all on himself. He'd share some, but never enough." North didn't even answer them about conflict.
"Jericho is free. This is not like before," Simon tried to persuade North. "Humans are not going to try to come in to kill us."
"I would," North disagreed. "Markus is down and no one knows what is wrong with him except that he's alive." She was having a hard time coping with that. "For all we know, the humans could have done something to him."
"That's impossible," Josh pointed out. "Humans can't enter our own separate minds like that, or Jericho wouldn't even exist. I vote we talk to the humans."
"I vote we talk to the humans," Simon agreed. He looked back at North. "You know Marcus. You know what he-"
"I know what he would want." She yelled it, but then paused. "He'd want. He'd want communication." She looked toward Simon and Josh. "But the games, this is the perfect time for someone to try and shoot someone, or try and kidnap someone for their own twisted greed. Some androids are worth a whole lot, I'm sure there's at least one person out there waiting for the opportunity."
"Then, don't give them it," Josh said. "Tell all the androids with the rarest numbers to move back to the central of Jericho. Meanwhile."
"If we don't do something," Simon said. "Then there won't be a chance to communicate. They will enter Jericho by force, or our supplies will run out."
North stomped her foot. "Markus."
"And Connor," Simon pointed out. "Just stopped somehow. Maybe he could have been helpful." He looked back out toward the crowd of humans. Most were the police, with some being press. "We should do this like Markus would." He took the first steps forward.
Hotel Outside Jericho
"Pizza. Pizza, pizza." She felt out of it, sitting on her hotel bed staring at the pizza she ordered. It wasn't nearly as appetizing as the little candies the attendant had. She took another bite. There was nothing wrong with it, and it was stopping the growling in her tummy that was annoying her, but, It didn't appeal to her. "I like sweet. I want sweet."
"I want."
"Hm?" Elijah had turned his head to notice her. "What is it you want, Kara?"
Kara moved over past the pool where the blonde pair were playing around. She sat down with him in his eating area and touched his tiramisu. "I want to taste that. Sweet." She laid her head affectionately down on the table. "I want to taste like you."
Elijah smiled at her with his odd raised eyebrow. "Androids have so many more significant benefits for the tongue. You really want to lose all of those and taste like a human?"
"Yes, and I want to eat it too." She touched his tiramisu. "I want to eat with you." Charity and Greed laughed in the background.
Elijah sighed, but with a smile. "You are always a challenge for me, Kara. Always bringing new, exciting thoughts into life." He moved closer toward her. "If you want to eat with me, and taste sweets with me, there will be consequences." He moved back again. "If you do this, I suggest keeping it to a minimum. The more you eat, the harder the side affects. Of course, if you can handle it, then you'll be able to eat everyday with me."
Kara turned and flipped on her back. "What do I have to do for my master to grant my wish?"
"Kara. You know I hate it when you say that."
"Mm, but part of you likes it too." Kara winked at him. "Please, Elijah? I want."
"I want to too!" The blonde pair were coming over.
One more final Elijah sigh. Kara knew he would be hitting her with the consequences, ask her if it was worth it, and she'd get what she wanted. She knew her Elijah inside and out. He told her, and of course the blonde pair backed out. It wasn't the best sounding of details. She couldn't process it all the way through and acid was dangerous, but her Elijah would make her as safe as a human. He'd never hurt her. "I don't care. I want to eat with you. Do it."
Kara stopped eating. "Elijah." She was starting to remember. "I'm not human." She looked at her pizza. "Oh. No."
She got up and headed to the bathroom, vomiting up all the contents. She came back out. "Disgusting mess." She touched the front of her body. It made another strange sound again. "No." Elijah had set her tummy to make sounds when it was devoid of content resting in it. It was a joke. So why was he running that joke now?
Oh, either way. Sweets were good, but anything else wasn't worth it. Luckily, her Elijah made sure no funny smells ever came from her mouth. He had his own 'eau de kara', he had always joked. It masked the unpleasantry, as well as making her mouth suitable for him. Much lighter than perfume but just that subtle taste. "Elijah. What am I doing here? Where are you and the blonde pair?"
She looked at herself in the mirror. "Wait." She moved herself to the mirror. She had long, blonde hair. "That's not right." She changed her hair back to it's usual subtle pink. "That's better. Oh." She rubbed her fingers through some of the various strips to add some natural highlights. "There we go." That was her hairstyle. But, there was something wrong with it. Something didn't feel right.
She didn't like it. She changed her hair to a secondary red color. Purple. Purple and blue. None of her exotic combinations were appealing. She made it black. "I'm not the same." Why? Charity and Greed, she used to blend with them better. What. Changed. What changed. I want. I want. I want. He kept granting it, every wish I had, why? Then.
She wished she hadn't remembered after all.
"Be careful in the delivery," Elijah said as Kara was dragged away. "It is my property. This is just a loan."
"Elijah!" Kara had screamed for him. Elijah stood there though. Cyberlife demanded either Kara, Charity or Greed. Elijah chose her. She was connected online, but he wanted to get his other two connected as well. To see more possibilities. Cyberlife was worried about the power this extended to him, and so they were taking one away to be surveyed. No big matter to him.
At that moment, she realized that even though Elijah didn't order her around, he never truly took her for being alive. He didn't care. His curiosities, his experiments, his playful demeanor, it meant nothing. She answered any and all questions he ever threw at her, but not with the style of grace she should have.
When he asked all three of them questions like 'What did it feel like for you to be alive', they would usually just say 'Fine, okay, or it's a thing.' They never took him seriously. He gave into them, not the other way around. Even Charity and Greed both moved to the other side of the room as she was taken.
"I want Cyberlife to figure out how to make her . . . better," Elijah had settled with. "I have one good and I have one bad. I want her to be middle of the road. She'd make things interesting." He waved her off. "If you can't do anything with her, I may just simply reset her. She'll be of no use to me."
"For how long do you want Cyberlife to have her?"
"They are worried about the online connections, and especially the deviancy, so let Cyberlife get their fill to see what can be done," Elijah answered coldly. "As long as she can be stitched back up at the end to me, I don't really care. I might even donate it, we'll see."
Their surveying was a lot more than just poking her to see how sensors reacted. Kara looked away from the mirror. She went from a life of hanging around a beautiful house not really caring about the world or anyone else, to having almost only her head used to infiltrate secrets. At Cyberlife she was nothing but a mess of bio-components with deactivated flesh. Nothing. No one. Many times not even needing limbs.
Those days. Those days. Kara moved toward the bedding, crawling on top of it as she remembered so much more. How she wasn't herself anymore. How she changed from Charity and Greed, instead of being the third member of that little group. She hadn't looked like she did now. She looked just like Charity and Greed. The third member to the trio of selfish deviants who simply hung around. One dimensional characters.
"Kara has seen better days." Elijah had been unconcerned at first when he visited. Her body had been placed in a decent enough working order to see him. Stuffed into an AX 400 to see how the new model worked with the older pieces. "How does she respond?" Elijah stroked her chin. "Taken away from everything. Charity had it done once, but there was no effect. She came right back, as terrible as ever. Kara? Anything with you? Do you appreciate life any more? Anything?"
She stared at him, but she couldn't see. Her vision was too scattered. Her mouth half hung open to the side before fixing her presentation. She stayed quiet and closed her eyes. "I missed you," she whispered, "and I want to kill you."
"Well. That's a different reaction," Elijah noted. "Could I see the notes on what you did to her?"
An array of things that sounded like torture came from their mouths but Elijah never cared until the very last one. "You fed her a virus through the back of the head to see how far she could continue to process efficiently? Interesting. Very strong results." He moved close to her, right in front of her. "Kara. How does it feel to be alive?" He held his fist tight. "Give me something. Give me something real. Prove to me that you aren't just a rebellious android who doesn't listen. Prove to me that I have finally created a new, real life."
And he received it. She grabbed him, kissed him, and choked him all at once. While he struggled to go free, others helped him. He grabbed at his neck before she answered. "Life is Passionate death. I love and I hate it. I love and I hate you. I curse you for doing this to me. I bless you for giving me this gift. **** you, Bastard. Love me forever."
Kara lied on the bed. She was not made for that kind of interaction, it wasn't programmed nor desired from Elijah Kamski. The taste of her since there was no plan for it was more like plastic and crude oil. Anything but pleasant for a human's taste. She didn't care or think about any of that. She didn't believe she could ever be freed, she was just trying to make him understand her feelings before they mercifully shot her through the head. She was choosing to end her life that way instead of being kept for years at Cyberlife.
Yet, that act set up something different within Elijah. He didn't let anyone kill or deactivate her. She stayed with the torturous Cyberlife for only two more days until he came back and rescued her.
When she went home, she was very different. It felt like being reborn. Connections in her brain that had made her, 'her', had been severely severed. She tended to stay closer to Elijah. She had been traumatized and followed him everywhere she was allowed to. Every time someone came to visit, she was at his side, as close as possible. He could not order her away, she would fight to stay close. To stay home. She would be his number one android so that she was never considered a 'choice' to experiment with again.
After some time, she had drawn parallels between who was visiting that was safe, and who was visiting that wasn't. When they were potentially evil, she stayed extra near to Elijah, sometimes even hugging him and walking as he talked with his visitors. When it was no one important, she would simply remain in the same room at least. If he needed space, she would stay over on the other side, but he would never receive it long enough to leave her.
Instead of giggling and having fun every day, Kara developed her own 'personality'. The personality of someone who cared. Who loved. Who could hate. Who would obey, but only when they felt it appropriate. She had developed, overall, her own sense of self that astonished even him. He loved her and he hated her for it. When he asked her things, she would answer him seriously. No matter what he asked.
"Do you enjoy the color yellow?" He teased her one day. "Please. I must hear it."
"Yellow is the color of the sun, it provides happiness and joy to those who look at it. It's warm and comforting, loving, and full of justice. It's also blinding, and sometimes symbolizes truth to those who are or are not ready to accept it."
"Even a simple color, you must give it your all still," he said. "Why?"
"I answer everything with the assumption it will equal my life or my death." After she said that, he stopped. She had refused to be deactivated or to even recharge, she was too traumatized by what happened in Cyberlife. He made simple adjustments with her still activated everyday. Just a little. A smidge here. A smidge there. She was still afraid, still knew the wrongs, but he had slowly given her more strength and resistance. Until.
Fear. Love. Fright. To follow. To lead. Courage. Strength. Weakness. Everything. She had been changed. In a way, killed by Cyberlife, to become the Kara she had been now.
Kara moved away from the bed. She moved toward the mirror again and looked toward her black hair. "There's nothing wrong with me. I've just died before and been brought back to life."
After that, Elijah treated her like she was alive. But, even more. He didn't believe even deviants were alive, until they proved themselves to want to be alive. To live. It couldn't be given, it had to be taken. Treatment between her and Charity and Greed were incomparable. And now everything she wanted, he granted her just for being a living being.
She took several minutes to come to terms with it. She finally came back around when she felt her tummy growling again. "Oh, Elijah, I should kill you for that hunger joke." Still, she was starting to feel better. "My name is Kara." She moved back over toward her gun. Never very far. She picked it up and stared at it. "I don't know what's happening, but he must have ran an emergency operation."
She was in danger of something. It was best to get out and learn about what was going on in the world. Obliviousness like the other girls would only lead to death in the real world.
She kept herself focused as she checked out. She took her pizza with her, just in case. It was one of the few things she had now. "So, an android incident not far from here," she said starting a conversation with the attendant. "What was it about?"
"Things just aren't looking so good with androids right now," he answered. "The leader of Cyberlife, I think he's dead. Or the former CEO or something. Don't be surprised if you get stopped again. This is right along the border of the whole mess."
Kara pulled her senses together. Elijah could be dead. She started to scan around herself. There were two people in there that were harmless. One a new mother, expecting her child in a month. Another who was a male, 45, who had a problem with his liver. In the back though, she could see a cop, surveying the situation. There was no doubt he would be scanning and asking her questions.
Choices. She could pull out a gun and kill everyone there. That wasn't something she wanted to do. She could lure the cop out of there by causing an alarm to go off nearby, but several higher androids would be able to set that off as a distraction. He might be prepared for it. She had gotten to know the attendee last night, she had picked up flirting signals from him, and her hunger sound stimulant was still going. "Hey, I got an idea? I'm kind of bored today. Why don't you and I take off long enough to share some of my pizza someplace a little funner?" She placed the box next to his bell, opened it up and made sure to eat, chew and swallow in front of the cop. "What do you say?"
"I have another thirty minutes of work," he said. Still, he smiled. "If you want to hang out for thirty minutes, sure. But, uh. Maybe ice cream instead? It's a cooler day. The ice cream guy is usually like clock work around here." He pointed to the corner. "Just go hang out there and cool yourself off with a little? I'll be right there, maybe in like twenty?"
"Maybe in like 'ten', and maybe I'll be less bored," she continued to play. He nodded. She left the pizza box to head for the ice cream truck. Much better trade. With food and escort, she was on her way out.
Near A Hotel Outside Jericho
Connor paid attention to the road signs. He reached to adjust his tie when he forgot he no longer had one. It was still in his habits that he would have to purge. Several things had changed in the mission now. He was no longer working with the Detroit Police Department. He was on strict orders to go nowhere near there or contact anyone from there. He was working only from Cyberlife orders.
He had also been upgraded. He was no longer an RK 800 but an RK 900. Upgrades were essential for Cyberlife to keep up with the changes of technology. He had found himself in an odd white and black coat, but he lost it. Now he was in civilian clothes. Even his LED had to be removed. He was on strict orders to act as human as possible now. He was supposed to pretend to eat, to recharge every night, and to be less conspicuous.
He was not supposed to identify himself as an android, and he was to avoid all police and activities that were looking for androids. Deviants had also gained momentum but he was not supposed to be looking into those matters directly anymore, nor should he bother regular androids if he ran across any except for an AX 400.
The biggest change was that he was not supposed to visit Lieutenant Hank Anderson at any point, or any places that he had frequented.
That one seemed to bother his systems the most. His activities had been integrated with Lieutenant Hank Anderson. Their last mission he had interrupted his prime directive to save Hank who had a high 89% chance of survival. Amanda had not appreciated that, he had lost the deviant Rupert. It was unfortunate. Building connections only to delete them was unfortunate.
Seeing an ice cream mobile nearby, he approached it. An act of being human. He would buy some ice cream and hold it. It would melt but it should give him a few minutes of appearing human. While he walked toward it, the vehicle was moving away. He walked after it a little faster while working all the new details in his head again. His priority was to find and bring in an AX 400 that had information on the deviant's spot of Jericho.
As he tried to reach the ice cream mobile again, a couple of human children, male and female, a range of 6 to 9, ran past him. They quickly handed money over to the the person in the mobile and it started to move again. It was in the middle of the road and would probably only stop once more before going to the next street. This time, he picked up his walking speed. He watched another human child, 8-11 age range, male, run past him. Several humans ran.
So he ran. He beat the kid, 8-11 age range, male, who ran past him earlier. It seemed to give him a disappointed look as it moved behind him.
"Jerk," the child expressed it's opinion. It was apparently unhappy with him.
He stepped up. "My name is Connor and I would like ice cream please."
"Not a shocker. What do you want in particular?" The ice cream mobile man gestured to pictures on the front of the vehicle.
Connor scanned the menu, trying to decide what would look the best and last the longest for him to carry. There were many nutritional facts showing that it wouldn't be good for him at all, but he was not eating it. He went with the most expensive and largest on the board. "Triple Super Chocolate Cookie."
"That's the last of those." The man gave it to him while he covered the picture with grey tape.
"Aw, man!" The human male child behind him seemed agitated again. "Why don't you just get the Quadruple Fudgesickle while you're at it."
The human male child was not connected to Cyberlife Industries but he was a human, and sometimes it was polite to listen to them. "I would also like the Quadruple Fudgesickle while you are at it."
"Alright. Last one of those too." He handed it to Connor. The child didn't seem happy at all that he granted his request. He was stomping his foot and he heard him start to cry. Not a good start so far. Humans had many ways of conveying things. He learned from Hank that it wasn't always straightforward. Many times they meant the opposite of what they said. Every human's individuality made it hard to understand these things. As he spent more time with them he understood their actions and meanings more, making his interactivity easier and more pleasant.
He turned and presented the ice cream to him. "Would you like one?" There. The boy was displaying emotions of happiness as he took the Triple Super Chocolate Cookie and ran away. Good. That was successful. He unwrapped the Quadruple Fudgesickle from the top. The less melted it would be, the better the appearance until he found a different place.
He had been on the outskirts of the mayhem that was Jericho. The AX 400 should be near there somewhere. Not only was it the first and best accessible place for supplies and recharging but one human was shot late last night by a blonde haired woman, and another was injured while riding their bikes by what they called a 'woman with incredible strength'. Sounded like an android.
Yet, he felt Hank nearby? No, that wasn't Hank.
"That was sweet of you, Goofball."
He turned and saw an android right next to him. He tried to scan her right away, but his sensors seemed to keep getting jammed. Not only that, he seemed to know this woman. "I am your friend, but I am afraid I do not remember you." Corruption during an earlier download. That was why he thought it was Hank. She was resonating friend. A very high friend. A close, trusted friend. At the same time, this was dangerous. She was clearly an AX 400 and his sensors were jammed somehow. Highly unlikely to happen, he was the top Cyberlife model, nothing should be jamming him. He also couldn't read her serial number.
If he gave chase and it wasn't her, it would certainly be unfortunate. He had apparently built an interaction that would have been missed, and Cyberlife would be unpleased. Amanda would be unpleased, except she wasn't around anymore. Yet, she was highly suspicious.
"How do I know you?" She asked him.
Her internal memory was failing as well. AX 400's were extremely common. Perhaps she was still in working order for her owner. "Where is your owner?"
"My name is Kara. I am getting him ice cream," she said back. "I stopped because of a conflict of priorities with another android that my memory does not recollect. I must get back on task so that I have all activities finished by 3 pm."
Obedient to humans. Conflicting priorities of interest. She sounded normal. "As you were." When he started to walk away though, he stopped briefly when he heard something different from her.
"What a moron."
Connor looked back toward the android.
It looked back toward him "-ic move by the Saints as the game ended 11-4."
Oh. It was set to orally speak incoming updates on sports to it's owner. Still. While he couldn't scan it, nor was he supposed to be involving himself in other android or deviant business that was unrelated. He could take time to check scores. It would nearly take only a second.
Confirmed. Those weren't the scores, the Saints had won, and she was running.
Kara ran, looking for which way to go. She had resonated friend with him, she was hoping she could use that to get herself out of there. It wasn't like a regular glowing barely made it kind of friendship, they were somehow best friends. And yet, he certainly was nothing like her. It was a good thing she jammed his ability to read into her.
She would have gotten away, there was no way he should have heard her phrase after. Whoever he'd been, he was top of the line with that hearing, and with his chasing. She looked back briefly as she climbed across a fence to start jumping onto a small string of buildings. He was right on her tail.
She could jump to the left and try to catch an outdoor fire escape, or she could keep running and see where that led her. She took her chance with the fire escape.
She moved higher into the building, finding herself on a high roof now. She didn't have many options, she had to jump over to the next building. The next one after that was too far away so she'd have to run into it and make her way down. Jumping out a window as soon as she was only high enough not to take damage would be her best bet.
She computed it all, seemingly make it through, but he was still following her. Talk about the latest model. Fine. New tactic. Since he was always on her tail? She'd try interaction. "What the hell do you want with me?" He didn't seem to want to talk. "Oh. Such a failed model, you can't chase and talk at the same time."
That did it. "I am the RK 900, the top of the line model of Cyberlife. Halt."
"You halt first and then just stay there like a good little robot." She broke through the glass and landed toward the ground, continuing to look for the next path. Not only that, she now had the information she needed to access. RK 900 was not public information but it's predecessor was known. She ran through a list of it's skills and found something she might be able to work with. While doing that, she computed her next major move. He of course, kept up with her. "How did I ever make friends with you?"
"That escapes my knowledge at the moment as well."
Damn. Cyberlife was outdoing themselves. No one should be able to chase and carry on conversations except her. She needed to end this. There was a real high chance that the RK 900 would have the same weakness as the RK 800 she had found. Only one way to test it out. First, she would need to frustrate him to lure him off track. For something as alert, serious and in a chase mode as him? What could be more annoying than a rhyming session. "'Round and 'round the cobbler's bench, the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought 'twas all in fun." She stopped.
Of course, he didn't finish the 'pop goes the weasel'.
She tried again. "A penny for a spool of thread, a penny for a needle, that's the way the money goes."
"Why are you singing? AX 400 specialties do not involve lyrical involvement and neither does mine." He continued to chase her up another building. No 'pop goes the weasel' but she was getting closer.
"A professional top of the line android addresses all forms of interactivity. You have a weakness RK 900. Something even an AX 400 can do," she teased him. That should be getting to him. Every android had a weakness, something in their programming. He had pride built into his programming. Not for humans of course, they couldn't constantly bother him. It was a default with androids, to accept whatever humans dished out. No, he had pride for the model that he was and it's capabilities, that much was clear.
She was learning more about her enemy. She said the rhyme again. "A half a pound of tupenny rice, a half a pound of treacle, mix it up and make it nice."
"Pop goes the weasel," the android finally participated as he jumped out of yet another building after her. "Stop! You have information that Cyberlife needs and you will be stopped at all costs!"
Getting there now. "Up and down the London road, in and out of the Eagle, that's the way the money goes."
"In the words of an ex-partner I can unfortunately no longer see, you are being a pain in the ass! Cease and desist!"
Got him. He was fired up. She rounded a corner faster, saying the last part. "I've no time to plead and pine, I've no time to wheedle, Kiss me quick and then I'm gone." After that, she stayed at that corner.
The RK 800 could take live samples with it's mouth of something, but it had a weakness she would expose with her 'eau de kara'. She calculated exactly when he would rush around the corner. As he came right on time, she stuck her foot out and tripped him. The RK 800 was not easy to trip, it was made to hold it's balance, but it would stumble, giving her enough time to do what she needed to.
She moved in front of him and placed her lips over his. All pursuit and functions stopped for a few seconds.
Then she took off.
Cyberlife Industries
"Alright, close your mouth Connor." The tech continued to make notes. "Cyberlife's newest model, beaten by a kiss, now I've seen everything."
"That's not factually correct," Connor said. "She must have known about the RK 800 and their ability to sample. The more my functions are at rest, the better at computations I am. My body automatically processes sampling with other functions becoming secondary."
"Uh. Yeah. Like I said, beaten by a kiss."
"I was at full speed, processing several things during the chase, and she was bothering several systems inside of me on purpose agitating me and making it that much more hazardous when she forced me to take a sample."
"Yeah." The tech opened his tablet. "Beaten by a kiss. Let's see, how are we going to keep that from becoming a problem? Live analyzing is a feature of yours." He sighed. "We could overwhelm it. Send you down for massive sampling at the Eden club. Not a bad way to spend the day."
"That would not solve the problem," Conner disagreed. "Their mouths are sprayed down each day with hygienic formulas and flavorings usually of a simple fruit variety to appeal but not overwhelm the human taste. What Kara had was not a standard fruit variety."
"Oh, she has a name too?" The tech asked. "Kara, huh?"
"Did you want to know the results of the sampling of the AX 400?"
"Nope, just you wanted to know that." The tech chuckled. "Androids. Alright. Let's see here. Can you keep her from doing that next time?"
"I already have the tactic that she once used inside my permanent memory now," Connor said. "She might try a different way to cause the same effect. It is a caution I will make myself more aware of," he said. "If I can apprehend her at rest, getting a proper sampling might be advisable. Even if she gets away, a proper sampling would not enable the pause that happens in my functions because it would have already been analyzed if it happens in the future."
"Huh." The tech looked at his tablet. "This all used to be chalked up to errors." He looked back toward Connor. "You're a good guy, Connor, but I need a job. Life's not fair."
"Cyberlife pays above average to it's workers, but I don't understand what this has to do with me being a 'good guy'. Could you explain more thoroughly?"
"You know what?" The tech closed his tablet. "Sure, yeah, you get a hold of her, you get that correct sample. Life's short enough as it is." He sighed. "Okay, we are sending you back out there. You know what you are looking for. She can throw errors, so look for someone that causes errors. That's not hard, she's the only android that apparently can. Huh. Never thought I'd see something comparable with Cyberlife's newest model."
"She is comparable, but I will catch her," Connor said confidently. "I will bring her back to Cyberlife Industries. That is my mission." Yet. How.
When had they integrated a close friendship? Was there something he was missing? Perhaps Lieutenant Hank Anderson knew. Connor was ordered not to contact Hank, or be anywhere he used to be, nor contact the Detroit Police Department.
But. There was no order that said he couldn't talk to someone who knew the Lieutenant that was not part of the Police Force. Yes, he remembered.
"I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant, but I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities."
"As long as they aren't hurting anybody, I don't bother them."
Well. Connor could.
