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What happens after death (Part 1); Detroit Become Human Reader Insert (Anon Request)

Anons said: if you're still open for requests,, a character who was killed on duty, having to have their consiousness uploaded into an android would be neat. the aspects of transitioning into life like that, assisted by your coworker are interesting, i think., I’m not entirely sure that’s how they meant the request because I spun it way more than it probably needed to but I just couldn’t stop myself and write something a bit more elaborate bc this just gave me such a good idea. I’m on page 8 and still counting so I thought since it’s clearly becoming something bigger I’m just gonna post the first part to get some input while I’m writing on the next! I already started on it but it’s still just a draft so yeh

Also I’m sorry for not being active the last weeks. I had a lot to take care of before I could seriously sit down again to write but I’m not going into the details bc it’s honestly boring just so you know I’ve figured the most out and can get back to writing! So I would love some input on your part! Tips, request etc!

When you woke up you noticed immediately that something was immensely wrong. For starters when you opened your eyes you were blinded by a bright light combined with a white environment. This was not your bedroom. At first you thought you were in a hospital but when you looked around you noticed that the room was too furnished to be a simple hospital room.

There were paintings and other kinds of fancy furniture all around. These art pieces that were scattered all around really gave you a feeling of familiarity but you couldn't put your finger on it. Mainly because you were too busy figuring some other things out.

Your body was different. To be more precise it felt different. You knew your arms and legs were outstretched under a beige blanket but your body felt numb. A slow panic was spreading through you.

Where the hell are you and what is happening to your body?

Sitting up you took your environment in a second time. The sense of familiarity still present. Now that you were sitting up you took a good look at your body but it seemed normal. The only thing not normal was when you were touching your own skin it felt like there was a blanket in between the touch and your skin. What happened?

You wanted to freak out but something in you kept you level headed which you were thankful for at the moment. First you needed to find out where you are. So you threw the blanket away and stood up. Only then did you notice that you were in some white and blue pajamas. Those were not your pajamas.

Feeling even more uncomfortable you took a few steps around the room. There was this weird strength to your movements. As you walked around you looked into a few drawers. The most were empty but in one you found a framed article from a newspaper. It was a fairly old interview with Elijah Kamski. In fact you remembered this article. You read that years ago. It was one of the first interviews Kamski ever did.

Now why would that be here? Seeing the furniture, the art, the color scheme of the room and then this interview, you had a pretty good idea where you were and it made you angry. But first you wanted to make sure your suspicions are right.

Opening the door to your room you walked out in an equally bright hallway. You knew this hallway. Now you pretty much ran towards a door at the end of the hallway knowing it will lead to the lounge where he would probably be.

You slammed the door open to see the one and only Elijah Kamski sitting on a couch, watching TV.

Truth be told you and Kamski knew each other since you both were children. You both even started the project that later turned to the Androids you see today. He took on the programming while you tried to figure a way to implement it into actual machines. You were always handy with engineering.

You even considered him family at some point.

But when your both mentor, an old and sweet man, died he started a new project. He called it the Transfer project. Goal was to basically upload the memories of one person into a machine. There were reasons why you tried to convince Elijah to stop. You knew your mentor didn't want this, he always considered this to be the big taboo.

But Elijah wouldn't listen so one day you grabbed your tools and blueprints and left him with his projects. You really tried to stay and make him stop but at one point he just referred to their mentor as a subject which was the final straw for you. Humans were not just experiments to play with to see how far technology could go.

Standing there in the door frame, Elijah just looked at you. He had big circles under his eyes. Said eyes were slowly closing and opening like he had trouble to stay awake.

“What's going on? Why am I here? What happened?” you finally asked.

Elijah just nodded slowly and then pointed at the couch he was sitting , signaling to you to sit down which you did. Elijah has turned into a prick over the years but you couldn't help but be a little worried about him.

“What do you remember before coming here?” Elijah asked you.

You put your hand against your chin “I think I was on duty. We were chasing someone. I think I got shot in the arm, then I passed out. That... why am I here then? How long was I out? No, what is going on?”

Elijah nodded “Yes, you got shot in the arm. The shooter managed to hit an artery of yours. When the paramedics arrived it was too late. You bled out in some alleyway.”

“That... That is impossible. I'm still here... how... wait.” your voice gave out, tears were involuntarily rolling down your cheeks. So much was going through your mind that you couldn't properly build a sentence. Then Elijah just pointed at his right temple.

Following his movements you touched your right temple. There was some sort of smooth ring.

“Elijah... how... how could you. I'm... I'm an Android? You made me into an Android?” you croaked out. There was a god damn LED at the side of your head.

“I couldn't let you die” he tried to defend himself.

Not knowing better you slapped him “You knew very well how I think about this! I'm...I'm just a copy of my true self now! Hell I bet you have another copy of me on some of your super computers! If I die again will you transfer my memory into another Android?”

Elijah put his hand over the place were you slapped him, not looking at you “You don't get it. I just couldn't let you die by an Android! It was my fault!”

You scoffed “Elijah, I need clothes and I want to go home. Also delete whatever copy of me you have and never talk to me again! I don't want to see you and hear you ever again.”

“You've been away for nine months. Everybody thinks you are dead.”

“I am dead! I should be dead!” you interrupted him.

Elijah ignored this comment and continued “Listen, you don't have a home anymore to go to.”

“Elijah, give me clothes and a way to go to my old precinct. After that I never want to talk to you again.”

He nodded and pointed at a Chloe to get over “You heard her. Help her out please.”

“Very well. Please follow me.” The Chloe spoke softly and walked off. You following her not even giving Elijah a second glance.

Chloe took you to the room were you woke up in and opened a drawer exposing some of your old clothes. Did Elijah get them? Did he expect you to stay here?

“Thanks.” you muttered out as you walked towards the drawer.

Chloe nodded and was about to leave but you stopped her “One question. What do you think of me? We are... We are Androids right? So do you have an opinion on what he did with...me?”

The other Android seemed a bit confused that you would ask her something like this “I cannot say. Though I do know that when Kamski first heard of your death he immediately took action because he saw you as family.”

You nodded and turned back around, grabbing clothes to put on. Chloe took this as the sign that she could go which she did.

He brought you back because he considered you family, eh? What did that leave you with? Were you still human enough? You had emotions otherwise you wouldn't have reacted how you did but this could just be emulated? Was this real?

It surprised you how calm you were right now. Was it because of you or because you are an Android?

You put on just some jeans, a big sweatshirt and a beanie that you found in between. Before you walked out of the room you made sure that the beanie was covering the LED on the side of your face. Of course you could get rid off the LED but something stopped you. Is it because it's a reminder that you are in fact not a human anymore? You didn't know. Wait, where you considered a Deviant? You had to talk to someone. Your friends back at work would help you, right? Even though you changed? Even though you are not human anymore and should be dead?

Knowing your way through the mansion you walked towards the lobby of the place. Elijah was waiting for you. Ignoring him you stomped towards the door. As soon as your hand touched the actual door Elijah spoke “People will treat you differently now. You can always stay here (Y/N). I'm just saying that... be careful...”

“Thank you, Elijah. Though I have to ask that you please shut up.”

Then you left. Outside stood a self driving car. Ready for you. You got in and drove off towards the precinct. The snow didn't feel the same. You missed it. Though at this point only memories were left of it and in a way there were only memories left of you either.

You were holding yourself together pretty well during the drive but once you managed to get back to the precinct it felt so unbelievable. You were afraid. Afraid that your friend will treat you differently. Think of you differently. How they will react. What will happen to you now?

Are you officially now just an Android? If so are you considered Deviant and therefore considered a threat?

Since you had no real plan on how to get into the precinct in order that you could talk with your friends, you decided to go somewhere else. You knew of a certain food truck a friend of yours frequented either in breaks or after work for a quick bite of some fast food.

It seemed fate finally decided to throw you a bone.

While walking towards the food truck you noticed a familiar car. A car you mostly involuntarily spent a lot of time in. The memories made you chuckle, and yet an uneasiness still spread throughout your body. Memories are such a precious thing but now they leave a bitter after taste. The memories you remembered were just copies of the real thing.

Standing on the other side of the street you looked over to the tables where your old partner in police force was enjoying his favorite meal. How should you go on? Just walk up to him and say “Hey! Surprise! I'm not dead! Kind of! I'm dead but also I'm here now as an Android!”

Hank hated Androids, everyone back in the precinct knew that so whatever you needed to do it needed to be a bit more tactful. Gathering your thoughts you begun formulating a plan in your head while leaning against the wall. As you pulled your beanie back down to make sure your LED was hidden an idea was forming in your head. Seems like the straight forwards way is probably the best course of action, you just needed to be slow and careful with your approach.

This whole situation was really nuts. To be honest you wouldn't have believed this was possible and that this was all real if you actually didn't work with Kamski back a few years ago and saw how he started the project.

You wanted to do good with what you were working on with that prick Kamski but after the whole ordeal with his Transfer Project you left and pursued a career in the police department where you met Hank Anderson. An old grizzly man who has been a delight to work with. Well not at first but after a few weeks Hank opened more up and you would now even consider Hank a close friend of yours.

That's exactly why you knew you just needed to take all the confidence you got and march on over to him. Admittedly you put a lot of trust in the friendship you and Hank shared hoping that this would save you from an ...immediate rejection at least.

Your legs almost moved on their own. This strength in your movement was weird. It was just not as you remembered how movement should feel. Do you feel though? As angry as this thought made you, you shoved the feeling into the back of your head. Not the right time to deal with it.

Before you fully realized it you stood a few feet in front of Hank who in return slowly put his burger back down in the carton the burger was previously put in. He was visibly confused that some random person was standing in front of him, looking down and not talking.

“Can I help you?” he finally asked. Annoyance was clear in his voice, after all you interrupted him eating his food. Also it was maybe a tad bit creepy how you just stood there.

Your plan to just slowly reintroduce yourself seemed suddenly really stupid. If you could you would take in a deep breath and finally look him in the eyes but since you don't need to breath anymore, which was a weird feeling in general but that was something for later to unpack, you just looked up and walked even more towards Hank so he could get a better look at you.

Honestly you wanted to cry when you saw Hank staring mouth agape at you but you pulled yourself together.

“(Y/N)? How?” Hank croaked out.

'How?' he asked, eh? To show him 'how' you pulled your beanie off and showed him your now yellow LED ring. Though this probably offered the thought that you were either always an Android but considering he saw you bleed red blood this was off the table or the other question for him was now if you were the real you which you couldn't even answer yourself.

When Hank suddenly grabbed the edge of the table you talked again “Good morning, Lieutenant. I'm ready to solve some murder cases!”

This was the first thing you said in the first few weeks when you arrived to work after meeting Hank and it annoyed the ever living shit out of him so of course you had to continue this as long as you could.

“It's really you? I saw you dead on the ground in a pool of your own blood! Hell! I've been to your funeral! What the ever living fuck is going on (Y/N)!” he cried out.

“It's a long story so … Listen … I did … die. I really did. I remember being shot and falling unconscious and then I suddenly woke up as an Android.” you begun explaining everything to Hank. Absolute everthing. Telling him everything that happened back at Kamski's place and what you yourself knew of the Transfer Project and where it originated from.

After hearing all of that Hank took slow steps towards his car and pointed at it “I... need to sit. Come on, kid.”

He didn't even wait for affirmation on your part. Following Hank to his car you opened the door to the passenger seat and sat next to Hank down. A wave of nostalgia hitting you. You spent a lot of time in this car when you were on stake outs with Hank.

For you those nine months passed without you. It felt like you fell unconscious in that alley way and woke up maybe a few days later and yet you couldn't help yourself getting a little bit nostalgic.

The next minutes you both just sat silently in the car. Silence hung in the air like blanket making everything more awkward than it already was and yet there was nothing you could think of to say. You looked towards Hank who was deep in thought. Sometimes he would shake his head or look over at your for a brief moment.

You were desperately thinking of something to say. Something to take the tension away but nothing came to your mind instead Hank resolved it by turning on his car.

Surprised you looked over to Hank awaiting an explanation. Said explanation came after he drove off the parking space “I have someone you need to meet back in the precinct but he is... home already.” There was this bitterness in his voice you couldn't really decipher the origin of.

“You don't have a place to stay so until we figure things out so you can stay with me.”

“Thank you, Hank” you blurted out.

“Of course, don't sound so surprised.”

“Honestly I thought you would somehow reject me? I guess? Seeing how I'm... I'm an Android now and all. I don't even know what I really am now. What this means for me.”

“I hope he will clear some things up maybe.” Hank muttered under his breath before answering you “If everything is true what you told me then that's enough for me. You are clearly still you. Your body might be different but honestly if you didn't have that damn LED on your temple I probably would've thought you straight up dug yourself out of your grave.”

Your grave. Right.

“Hank, before we drive to your place I need to see something.”

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