"It's a pleasure as always, Henrietta." Kamski was reclining in a chair next to his quiet indoor pool. Cyberlife Tower stood far in the background contrasting the darkness of the leaden sky.

"This is unusual," Henri passively picked at her fingertips. "You asking me for something."

"Drink?" he gestured with his full glass at a bottle of scotch perched next to him.

"No thanks," she replied flatly and continued her silent glare.

"How long have you been working for Cyberlife?" he sniffed at his drink and swirled the glass.

"You're not supposed to know that, Elijah," Henri answered.

"You know I have my hands all over the place," he smiled through the dimness of the room.

"I started at the beginning of this year," and she knew she shouldn't have told him. "But you should know that, if your hands really are 'all over the place', as you say."

"I won't ask you what you're planning," he waved his drink at her. "I'm not interested in the minutiae of Khatri's plans; that's not my business. What I ask of you stays between you and I. No one ever has to know."

"And why would I do this for you?" she twitched her head at his ridiculous request.

Kamski gently placed his glass on the table adjacent to him, "Because I saved your life. Think of it as returning the favour to me."

"You never saved my life," she shook her head at him. "Dr. Polanski and Khatri saved my life, you may have helped them, but I owe you nothing."

"How about I implore the good in you?" he poured more scotch in his glass. "I am aware you have certain sympathies and concerns that involve Cyberlife. Maybe this empathy comes from being half an android yourself."

"You haven't asked your favour," she responded bluntly.

"The free access you have to the Cyberlife Tower is what I need," he slowly sipped at his drink. "I need someone who will never be suspected and who will forever go unnoticed. I assure you my favour won't jeopardize your current mission. I simply want you to speed up the inevitable."

"Inevitable what?" asked Henri.

"The inevitable demise of the human civilization, what else?" he smirked at his own remark. "But that's not really what this is about. This is about securing freedom for those who deserve it. This is about more than you and I and humanity."

"You had me at inevitable demise of human civilization," but despite her agreement with Kamski, her expression stayed indifferent.

Kamski stood up and passed her a compact USB, "Upload this to Cyberlife servers. It's untraceable and that's if anyone finds it to begin with."

Henri shoved the USB in her jacket's pocket and left Kamski's villa.


Hank, Henri, and Connor sat facing each other in DPD's briefing room

"Given your info, we've got about a hundred and fifty or so places to search," Hank handed over a datapad to Henri that contained all possible suspected locations of her aforementioned android graveyard. "We have seventeen officers who can help us out, but it's going to take a few days to search em all."

Henri placed the pad down on the chair next to her, "I'm sorry I can't offer more specific details. It's the best I have. I'm sure the exact location is in the ST300's memory."

"Well," Hank reclined and folded his arms over. "We can't get it from her, so we'll make due. We're gonna search in pairs. Most of the buildings to look through are in the old industrial area or at the docks."

"It's going to be a long day," Henri rubbed the back of her neck. "I'll go with Officer Miller and catch up with you two later. Good hunting."


"I need a break," Officer Chris Miller exhaled exhaustively as he arrived back at the police car. "Let's go grab some lunch."

Henri nodded in agreement, "Sounds good. Anything in mind?"

"There's a diner that makes great burgers a few blocks from here," Chris ignited the engine and drove off.

"I'm not really a burger person," Henri grinned. "Maybe I'll just get a coffee. How's their coffee?"

"Awful," Chris gave her a small chuckle. "But I think there's a French cafe close by; much better than Betty's Dine In and Drive Through."

"Sure," she nodded once more. "Just drop me off and you can come join me when you're done eating."

"You sure you don't want something to eat?" he briefly glanced at her.

"Coffee is enough for me," Henri persisted.

Chris pulled up next to the Belle Vie Cafe and Henri jumped out, "See you in a bit." she waved him away.

Henri got herself a black-as-the-blackest-can-be cup of coffee and waited at a quaint table by the front window in silence. Chris and her had searched a total of eight warehouses that morning, none of which were the particular warehouse in question. Henri had doubts of whether or not the place was even in Detroit.

"Excuse me," someone interrupted Henri's personal thoughts.

"Yes?" she turned to see a man looming above her and that man was the android known as Hollis.

"May I join you?" his grin was vile.

"What do you want?" she scowled at the child of a man.

"I have some questions for you," he daintily pulled another chair up to her table. "I suggest you listen to what I have to say and take it into great consideration."

"I thought you didn't leave the Cyberlife Tower?" Henri became nervous at the presence of the plastic man.

"These are special circumstances, Agent Monroe," the corner of his lip curled at his statement. "You've committed a terrible crime which I have become aware of."

"You wanna be specific?" she kept her dead stare locked on his.

"I know you went to the Cyberlife Tower," he clasped his fingers together. "For the life of me, I don't know why, but I do have evidence you were there. This evidence implicates you in the murder of one of my human employees. Quite the condition you left him in, too. His death must have been extremely painful."

"Evidence?" Henri raised her eyebrow and pushed her hot coffee to her mouth.

"DNA," he titled up the palms of his hands. "Human DNA that did not belong to the victim. In fact, the DNA belongs to a woman who died on September 29th, 2034. Now how does the DNA of a long-deceased woman end up in the basement of the Cyberlife Tower, huh?"

"Beats me," Henri smacked her mug down, spilling some of its contents.

"Why didn't they change your first name?" Hollis shrugged his shoulders at her.

"I was accustomed to it," Henri begrudgingly answered. "There were also slim to none chances I'd ever be discovered. My superiors were satisfied that I had no fingerprints to leave anywhere."

"I can see you've been very careful in your line of work," Hollis reached for the handkerchief in his suit's front pocket and wiped Henri's mess up. "But you couldn't hide forever."

"Do you have a point you'd like to make?" she snapped.

"Henrietta Anne Fischer," Hollis spoke slowly and with intent. "That was the name of the girl who died over five years ago. We found her saliva near and on the victim's body. I'll admit, the amount of DNA recovered was minuscule, but we found it nonetheless."

Henri quietly glared at him.

He snickered at her sudden silence, "Cyberlife isn't going to formally charge you with anything. Not unless you refuse to cooperate with us."

"Cooperate?" the words barely slipped from her mouth; she knew what he wanted.

"Join us," he tapped the side of his head with his index finger. "Or we finally reveal to the world who and what you are. I never wanted to offer you such a nasty ultimatum, but you've left us no choice."

"What am I supposed to do now?" she smiled to herself asking this. The question wasn't for him.

"I recommend you cooperate," he tipped his face towards her. "But the choice is yours," he whispered closely in her ear.

Henri was startled by Hollis and reflexively jumped back in her seat, "Not here, not now."

"Whatever you want," he enjoyed her discomfort towards him.

"Two days from now, December 18th," she saw Chris's police cruiser waiting outside for her. "10:30 pm, meet me at the old refugee camp."

"Come alone," he tossed his filthy handkerchief on the table and rose up from his seat. "I'll know if anyone follows you. Keep your human and android boyfriend out of this."


Connor could see Henri sulking over her desk when he arrived at the DPD that morning. Her head rested on her arms which were folded over her desk.

"You seem sullen today, Henri," Connor spoke as he made it to her desk. "Everything alright?"

She sprang her head up to look at him, "I'm not hopeful in regards to us finding this warehouse I saw. Saying it was in Detroit was just an assumption, but what if it's not?"

"We will have to take that chance for now," Connor plastered on a smile, but he knew it wasn't a convincing one. "At least, I'll try to be positive about it for now."

"Connor," her heart was thudding in her chest; should she tell him about Hollis? "Something happened yester-"

Chris cut her off, "Agent Monroe, are you ready to head out? Connor, Hank is waiting for you outside."

"Yes, Officer," her eyes widened at Connor as she raised herself from her chair. "On my way."

Connor, Henri, and Chris met up with Hank who was waiting in the shivering, snowing morning next to his car.

Hank blew into his bare palms and kneaded them together, "I'm sick of this cold and I'm sick of searching cold ass warehouses."

Connor's brows drew together, "We have a total of sixty-one more warehouses to investigate. We should be able to finish our search today."

Chris's forehead puckered at Henri, "Think we're going to find anything?"

"Not sure," Henri shrugged at him. "Still worth the try."

They set off in their pairs of two and continued to scour Detroit's mostly dilapidated industrial district. Despite the not-so-long-ago resurgence of the automotive industry and android production, many pre-boom production facilities were still vacant and falling apart. By the time 5 pm on December 17th, 2039 had rolled around, the group finish exploring all potential buildings. They came up empty-handed.

"Sorry, Henri," Chris felt it was necessary for him to apologize to the young woman once they arrived back at the DPD.

"It was kind of a wild goose chase anyway," Henri offered him a nonchalant shrug. "We didn't have much to go on."

Hank lumbered over to join them, "I'm heading out to grab some dinner, wanna come?" although it was unclear whom he directed the question at.

Chris grabbed his hat from the top of his desk, "Sure, Hank. It's been awhile."

Hank brightened and glanced at Henri, "How about you?"

"Thanks, Hank," her lips curled into a smile. "But I'll pass for today."

From his desk, Connor watched Hank and Chris depart together, leaving Henri standing alone in her stillness. There was something about her empty stance that reminded Connor of the words: You won't find me here. How much of herself did she lose by becoming what she was told to be? What parts of her mind were lost and unrecoverable? What could have been?

Henri gazed at Connor and gave him a sweet, gentle smile. If he had a soul, she indisputably found it inside of him. A look she gave him like no other had before. He was lost in his own mind when she left the station.


The Red River Bar had more patrons than usual and it Sefu wasn't the only one handling the customers that evening. However, the cold, bitter wind that floated in the outside air still kept most people away. Christmas was only a few days away, so business was less than steady.

Connor pulled himself up on a bar stool and faced Sefu. "She's playing your favourite song again," Connor mentioned.

Sefu instinctively poured Connor a drink he would never consume. "She's not just playing Life on Mars, she's been playing all of Hunky Dory," Sefu replied.

Connor scanned the few customers sitting at the tables and booths who watched Henri hypnotically, "They seem to be enjoying it."

"I think they were getting a bit tired of the usual fare," Sefu smiled in Henri's direction. "Good to change things up once in a while. Ya know?" Sefu studied Connor closely. "She's never done this before. I mean, a whole album. She's been coming here for years off and on and she would play a song or two. And rarely was it not some depressing shit."

"Off and on for years?" Connor scrunched his brows at Sefu.

"Past five years, I guess," Sefu's eyes turned up in concentration. "Yeah, about that. She came here almost every night in December and then disappeared in January years ago. She's appeared every few months since then. She mentioned that her mother used to live in Detroit, but they moved to Flint before she was born. If you ask me, sounds like her mother was running from something or someone."

Connor eyelids dropped, "I believe I know what her mother was running from."

"Oh yeah?" Sefu's face perked up at Connor's comment. "What was it?"

Connor stared at Henri then back at Sefu, "Henri's father, but I'm not sure why."

"She's never mentioned her dad," Sefu jogged to the opposite end of the bar to grab someone else a drink.

Connor waited for Sefu to scamper back to him before continuing, "She's never mentioned him to me either."

"Then what makes you think that her mother was running from him?" Sefu suspiciously raised a single brow at Connor.

"For that reason exactly," Connor looked back at Henri who just finished her piano rendition of Song for Bob Dylan.

"She really is good," Sefu said as he stereotypically polished the granite bar-top with an old rag.

"She won't take credit for her talents," Connor replied. "But I sense she plays those songs with a deep passion. She cares about the way she plays; she doesn't participate in it passively."

"She plays like she's never going to play again," Sefu noted. "She plays each song like it's the last piece of her life. She's always played like that."

"No one is immortal," Connor glowered at the idea. Was Henri so obsessed with death that it affected all of her life's decisions? Hank was a suicidal person when Connor first met him and Henri hasn't shown to be too different in that aspect. Hank and Henri had more in common than just their personal stubbornness.

Connor proceeded to a booth that was closer to where Henri sat at the piano. He felt a sense of euphoria while witnessing her play the final song of Hunky Dory: The Bewlay Brothers. She received a final round of applause by the modest barroom crowd upon her completion of the album. Henri raised her head up and saw Connor's warm eyes glistening at her.

"Connor," she placed herself next to him in the oversized booth. "What are you doing here?"

"I went looking for you after you left the station," his grin was kind and calm. "I assumed you were going to come here and I was correct in that assumption. You seemed like you required some company."

"I just felt compelled to play that, you know?" Henri lifted her head to Sefu who was standing over the pair with a whiskey in hand.

Sefu joyously placed the glass down, "This one is on the house, girl. Your performance was amazing. Your choice was also perfect."

Connor grinned up at the man, "Sixty-eight years ago on this day Hunky Dory was released publicly. Is that why you felt compelled to play it, Henri?

"Not exactly," she tilted her head at him. "But part of the reason nonetheless."

Sefu walked away, "I enjoyed it anyway," he shouted back at her.

Connor stared into her face, "I enjoyed it as well, but you still seem quite sullen, Henri."

"I've just been thinking about things is all," she averted her gaze from him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I've been feeling this looming sense of my own mortality," she frowned into her drink. "Maybe I've just been remembering too much trauma from the past. Sometimes I can't control reliving my past experiences and honestly, it's never the good ones. Not that there really were many good ones."

"Do you remember what I said?" he rested his hand on her shoulder.

"I remember everything you say," she looked back up at him. "But you should be more specific."

Connor softly laughed at her, "I said that you don't have to bear the burdens of your past experiences alone. If you want to talk about it, I'm here to listen, Henri."

Henri took in a deep breath, "You don't want to know the things I've been through; you don't want to see that, Connor."

"Try me," he spoke in a low tone and grabbed her hand. "Show me."

Henri studied her own hand in his, "This isn't something you can take back, ever. Once you've seen it, there's no going back."

"I can handle it," Connor's facade vanished from his hand and he gripped her tighter.

"We'll see," and she closed her eyes.

Connor had only seen and felt Henri's memories of her mother's death and of her father's family. Despite his own beliefs, he wasn't prepared for what she decided to show him. He wasn't prepared to feel the pain and anguish she experienced in her deepest, darkest memories. And she was right, there was no going back from it.

Connor watched her recollection of the time she went on a raid in South Africa with her fellow soldiers. He knew her feelings and relationship with her teammates. She felt contempt for Arnold, she felt respect for Markov, and she felt love for Tom. Maybe it was this feeling of love that Connor found most baffling to him. It didn't seem like the same thing he felt, so could he call his own personal feelings love? However, both Hank and Henri said that love feels different for everyone and it means something different for us all. Connor still wasn't sure what love was exactly. He was believed he that loved Hank, but he loved Hank in the way a son might love his own father. But what did he feel for Henri?

It wasn't long before the memory changed its tone to confused and crooked. The memory had taken place just before her accident; it was, in fact, the events leading up to the accident itself, so it wasn't as finitely clear as a memory from a machine mind. Nonetheless, he was aware of the memory of the pain she perceived. The emotional pain towards her fellow soldiers dying and the physical pain of her flesh melting into dust.

Connor's LED flashed red and he yanked his arm from her.

"Connor?" she awakened from her dream-like state.

Connor was visibly trembling and his voice was wobbling, "I felt it, Henri. I felt everything you felt… The pain, I… I don't understand it. It was, it was… It was awful."

"I uh," Henri furrowed her brow and could feel her anxiety building up. "I didn't expect that you would be able to physically feel my memories. Maybe this isn't a good idea."

"I don't mind, Henri," Connor touched her hand once more.


"Good morning, sir," Henri flashed her alluring smile at the doughy, but kind-eyed middle-aged man. "I've been sent by Cyberlife."

"Yes, yes," the gentleman waved her in from the atypically warm February afternoon. "I called your guy's helpline last night."

Henri nodded in understanding as she entered the uncommonly classic home. It reminded her of a staged house you'd see on a TV show from the early 2000's. It wasn't too far from what Henri had imagined a picturesque family home would be like.

She removed her lengthy pea-coat and presented it to the round man, "You didn't specify over the phone what your issue is with your PL600."

"I wanted to..." he nervously rubbed and clasped his hands together.

"My apologies," Henri wore her fake smile to ease the man. "My name is Henrietta, but you can just call me Henri. I'm assuming you're Mr. Pike?"

"Yes," Mr. Pike let out a deep sigh. "Please, call me James."

"Okay, James," she continued. "Explain to me what the problem with your PL600 is."

"It's, well… my daughter," James stumbled over his own words. "She told me that she and Graham are in love."

"Graham is the PL600?" Henri questioned.

"Yes, yes," his heart was forcefully pounding in his chest. "She's only sixteen and this must sound crazy and Graham... Oh god, if my wife was to hear this she'd go nuts. I can't believe this is happening." James wiped sweat from his brow while he shook uncontrollably. "It's just, I don't want anything bad to happen to Graham, you know? He's a good android… I don't know what to do."

Henri methodically removed her brown gloves from her cold hands, "Can I talk to this Graham?"

"He's uh, he's uh," James squinted and pushed his hair away from his face. "He's upstairs right now, in Emily's room. My… my daughter's room. She's uh, at school right now."

"I'll go talk to him," Henri bobbed her head and went up the stairs.

The PL600 was perched on the side of the young girl's bed reading a book. He was reading Anne of Green Gables; a classic work of children's literature.

"Graham?" Henri propped herself against the bedroom door frame. "Can we talk for a minute?"

Graham slapped the book shut, "I don't want to talk to anyone from Cyberlife."

"Graham," she pleaded and stepped into the room. "I'm not here to give you trouble. I want to help you."

"I don't think so," he tossed the hardback book from hand to hand. "I'm not an idiot. I know what Cyberlife does to deviants."

Henri threw her palms up, "I never said you were a deviant. I'm not here to accuse you of things, Graham."

"What do you want then?" he suspiciously looked her up and down.

"I don't want you to be sent back to Cyberlife, Graham," she crouched down in front of him. "I want to know the truth, Graham. No matter what you say to me, I'll go back to Cyberlife and tell them it was all a false alarm. No matter what you say, I'm going to tell them everything is fine."

"I love her," his eyes went wide. "I do, but I can't explain how or why. I just… I know."

"I see," Henri carefully grabbed his hands. "I believe you," She probed him to find the truth. He honestly believed he was in love with the girl. "I promise I won't tell anyone, but you need to be careful, Graham. The world isn't ready for machines that feel and comprehend love. I know it's hard, but you need to try to hide your feelings. You need to try for me."

"I will, I will," his mouth turned up in a hopeful grin. "Thank you."

When Henri returned to Cyberlife that day, her superiors asked her what had happened with the PL600.

"Defective," was her unfeeling, unsympathetic response. "He needs to be deactivated and ripped apart."

And that's precisely what Cyberlife did to the wretched PL600 known as Graham.