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rk8connorzz · 2 years

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𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔱 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: While cleaning around your apartment, Connor decides to stop by. A gift in hand and a surprise awaiting you. 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: None This is teeth rotting fluff (Dirty ass minds when I said surprise smh /lh /j)

Soft music played distantly in the background as I began cleaning my home. The window that wasn't covered by the curtain showcased a beautiful fall scene outside. Orange and yellow-leaved danced towards the ground. The alluring sun slowly set down on Detroit. Autumn was always my favorite season. The streets were littered with people dressed for the cold either taking walks with their significant others or just wandering around the streets to see the stunning scenery of Detroit's fall.

The song played silently in the background. I started with my kitchen, tidying up the ingredients I left on the counter. Organizing the messy countertop. Saving the dishes for later, I grabbed a can of air freshener from the corner of the granite counter. Halloween was always such a beautiful time of the year. Pumpkins with silly faces were scattered across almost every other person's front doorstep. The fake Styrofoam graveyards, spider webs, the orange and purple lights placed neatly on the outside of the small houses, and the skeletons which moved when you stepped on a pressure plate were common in my neighborhood.

The colorful sight reminded me briefly of a certain charming android from the DPD, where I work. His beautiful deep brown eyes drowned into mine whenever we made eye contact. The few freckles are placed perfectly along his face. His enchanting voice puts me into a trance whenever I listen to it. The way he did everything was damn near perfect. Just like him. He always smelt of sweet spices and coffee. I didn't realize I was spacing out thinking about him until I heard someone knocking at my door. I quickly yelled "Just a second!" I picked up my pace a tad, spraying 4 sprays of the air spray, then I walked as fast as I could to the door to be greeted by a very handsome and familiar face. "Hello, Detective! You weren't at work today, and I wanted to check up on you. I apologize if I interrupted something." The RK800 standing in front of me practically whispered the last part of his sentence. The deep orange sun shone on Connor, making him look as if he was gleaming. His eyes wandered, scanning the environment behind me.

"O-oh! Sorry. I was just cleaning up the house. You can come in if you want." I politely moved to the side to allow him to walk into the apple and cinnamon-smelling apartment. I just barely heard Connor taking a deep breath in. His chest heaved up, then back down once again. "I" Connor suddenly paused, then resumed. "I brought you something. I know that Halloween is a favorite for you, and I am aware it isn't typically a holiday where you bring your loved ones gifts, but I felt like I should buy you something for this holiday." I was facing the couch while Connor was behind me. I looked behind just so I can see his tall figure standing awkwardly. He held a small box inside of his pale palms. His left thumb grazed over the cardboard from side to side. I turned fully to face the beautiful man. A small giggle escaped my mouth before I began speaking, "Con, you know you don't need to waste your money on me. But.. thank you anyways." I shot him a soft and reassuring smile. He situated his hands towards me, leaning the box forward. I hesitated before shyly grabbing the white cardboard box. "But is it really 'wasting' if I'm using it on someone I deeply care for?" His sultry voice came to break the almost completely quiet atmosphere.

A soft gasp fell from me as a diamond-plated necklace was presented inside the box. I fought the urge to cry in front of the android. My right hand clasped firmly over my quivering mouth. He spent a fortune on this, didn't he? "Do you like it?" Connor questioned. A quiet "I love it" can be heard from me. I could barely see him inching himself close to me. Soon wrapping his arms around me, embracing me in a tight and warm hug. The man stood just a few inches taller than me, but he never had to look down at me. His hands rubbed behind my back. I soon wrapped my arms behind him, smiling from ear to ear. I felt like I was melting. "I love you." The android admitted. I was taken aback by his words. It felt unbelievable. He moved his head slightly to place his lips on the top of my head. "I-I love you too, Connor. I always have." I pulled away from the hug to make more eye contact with the almost ethereal RK800. The man was delightful to look at. Truly a sight for sore eyes. I could stare adoringly into his eyes as long as possible. His eyes took me in and held me with comfort. Almost hypnotizing me. His face closed in with mine, ending the distance between our faces. His lips intertwined with mine. Both of my hands fled to his cheeks, cupping them both with love. His lips felt like a cloud. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from the passionate kiss. "I've wanted to do that for so long." A deep rose flew upon my cheeks. I locked my fingers in his hair, playing with it slightly. "Me too, my love. It was even better than I imagined it would be." We shared another slow, deep, and calm kiss. "May I call you mine, (Name)?" A soft and sweet "Yes" Fell from my lips, which he soon took into his once more. I felt like I was inside a dream, being kissed by an angel sent straight from heaven. "As long as I can call you to mine as well." He laughed shortly, then looked into my eyes. Almost adoringly. "I wouldn't have it any other way, angel."

#detroit become human #dbh connor #DBH #dbh fanfic #connor x reader #connor rk800 #Connor DBH #connor anderson #connor fluff #fanfic #dbhfanfic #dbh x reader #rk800 #rk800connor #313-248-317-51

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katlakitty · 1 year

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I decided to try and make my Detroit Become Human Family in Sims without Mods or CC. This is my Sims 4 version of Sixty. Without Mods or CC.

First thing he did in game was hit the dance floor. Connor wasn't impressed and challenged him at pingpong.

Connor won, btw.

#dbh rk800 60 #dbh sixty #dbh #thesims4 #dbh sims #dbh rk800 51 #dbh connor

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lcs69 · 1 year

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#connor rk800 #dbh connor #rk800 #sketch #lcs_draws #baby is tired from having single braincell between him 51 & 60

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maddsmallow · 9 months

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" "con, don't you ever fuckin' relax?"

"lieutenant, i'm a machine. i don't need to 'relax'."

"oh fuck you, come on, we're on break. loosen up a little or something. you can chill out from your fuckin' mission for the three minutes it'll take me to smoke this cigarette. and shut your mouth before you go telling me it isn't actually exactly three minutes on average to smoke a cigarette or whatever."

connie closes her mouth. a small addition to her list of missions to accomplish is made: try to appear "relaxed" to appease lieutenant anderson. a raise in friendship means an easier partner to work with, so connie carefully inspects the lieutenant's posture and does her best to replicate it. being a machine of plastic and metal certainly doesn't make it easy. "

hankcon, but gorls. did i base hank off of my butch lesbian manager at my old job at a sex toy store who was covered in spongebob tattoos? absolutely yes i did

mostly i just wanted to portray fem!hank as a Large Woman because i think there is a severe lack of that. broad with muscle hidden under fat, like the kind of woman who does shot put. so uh,,, ms trunchbull basically LMAO. deep voice, raspy from smoking and drinking, all that good stuff 😩👌 also peep the button on her jacket hehe

got some headcanons and stories for them under the cut!

-hank wears cargo shorts 100% of the time. no matter the weather or temperature. like, 'bill and ted at prom in shorts, but it's her at a dpd ceremony in cargo shorts' level. but not actually because i'm totally gonna draw her in a pantsuit later, totally not with connie on her hip in a slinky dress 👀

-also yes hank's shirt is a spongebob reference

-when people ask hank why she goes by hank and not her "real name," (which i like to headcanon is "henrietta") she always says, "oh it's actually a really funny story, i'll tell you later," and the later never comes lmao. or, if she does tell you, it's some made up wacky story that actually has nothing to do with giving herself the name hank. the real reason? she just likes it

-speaking of "henrietta," this story, 'if you know where to look' by ghost_teeth, works so fucking well with a lot of my headcanons about how their characters would be like genderbent! highly recommend it, and all their dbh stories honestly!

-connie has a compact gun (i asked my brother for examples and he said sig p365 or springfield hellcat, which i think work perfectly for this) holstered inside her jacket on the left side. also, i'm stealing this idea from this post (which basically almost has the same design for fem!connor (altho like, most designs for her are basically the same lmao)) but she also has a knife strapped to her thigh

-her skirt is actually made of some super high tech flexible and durable material, and she's got specific programming to make her balance crazy good, since she'll be running in heels. she's made to hunt and pursue deviants so obviously she needs to be able to run and jump. the outfit is only made to appear like a standard "business woman" to blend in with the humans she would be required to work with, but otherwise gives her everything/doesn't hold her back from doing what she needs to complete her mission. here's a bonus conversation i had with @extraordinaryandroid about it lmaoo:

-hank met connor-51 first for the ortiz case, but connie-52 (with 51's memories of course) came in the next day when it was announced they were to be officially paired to investigate deviants. cyberlife has their grubby lil hands in everything so of course they knew their RK800 unit would be paired with this lieutenant anderson before basically anyone else, and deemed that she'd get along better with a "female model" that she would find attractive. which of course has hank like WOW that's super weird and gross of y'all! and i fucking hate that it's working you pieces of shit at cyberlife !!!! but ofc connie's like "im a machine i dont even have a gender" all the while hank's sweatin major thirsty bullets

-at the cyberlife tower, connor-51 is the one to hold hank at gunpoint. how did he get hank to trust him? idk i haven't figured that out yet lmao, but the angst of connor-51 essentially taking the place of -60 from the game in the sense that he's clearly deviant in some capacity, in this context being that he feels connie stole the life he deserved (which he'd never admit) and now wants to suck up to cyberlife and be their best boi to feel important and special again and not knowing they'd just throw him away for the RK900 model, is very good imo. that was a very long sentence so i hope it made sense lmaoo. have i worked out all the details of how all that shit would work in a story? absolutely not, im too busy thinking about butch fem!hank making her robo girlfriend bluescreen in the bedroom 🤪

also if ur wondering wtf the background is, idk. my usual plain color gradient was too simple, but i did NOT want to put in the effort to do a whole ass real background, so i settled on something in between. meh, it's just them hagin' out behind the station on a smoke break ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

consider supporting me on ☕! ko -fi. com / maddsmallow (without spaces)

#detroit become human #dbh #hankcon #detroit: become human #d:bh #fem!connor #fem!hank #connor rk800 #hank anderson #fem!hank anderson #dbh genderbend #conhank #hannor #dbh fanart #dbh connor #dbh hank #idk what else to tag this as #my art #the blogger says words

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rhinozilla · 11 months

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Detroit: Become Family 2022 - Prompt 4: Remember

@dbh-found-family

“Sixty?”

“Yes.”

“…Sixty?”

“…Yes.”

“Christ.” Hank swore and took a step back, turning away and running a hand over his hair in disbelief.

Connor remained seated where he was at the kitchen table, watching Hank curiously. His arm was extended on the table: the skin program turned off up to the elbow and the primary panel inside his forearm open, exposing the intricate system of wires and circuitry that lay beneath, wrapped around his thirium lines and synthetic muscle belts and metal frame. The precautionary cloth beneath his arm had proven to be a good decision, as more than few dots of thirium had dribbled out of the opening during the maintenance process.

The technician at the DPD station had removed the bullet that had gone through Connor’s arm that afternoon during an arrest that had gone…understatedly awry. The suspect was in custody now, and no other officers had been harmed. Connor had been the only person in the altercation to receive any damage, which he considered to be the best case scenario. However, it had also churned up the old protocol in his software that he thought he had deleted.

The replacement protocol.

Prior to the revolution, when he was still the property of Cyberlife on loan to the DPD, it had been determined that if the RK800 sustained damage or experienced a malfunction, that model would be immediately replaced with the next model in the prototype’s line. He was to be the crown jewel of Cyberlife’s repertoire; he could not be less than perfect and could not be allowed to walk around damaged or defective when so many eyes were on him to be the masterpiece that Cyberlife was touting him to be.

It had already taken 50 predecessor prototypes to get RK800-51 ready for the field. It was fortunate that he had not sustained any damage or malfunctions severe enough for Cyberlife to deem him deficient and in need of replacement. Fortunate yes but…even the damage that he HAD sustained had been rapidly repaired by either his own internal repair program or by Cyberlife technicians within hours of it happening.

Now Cyberlife was gone, and his internal repair program had its limits. And he had been shot through the arm today.

“Which one did I kill in that basement?” Hank asked, having stepped away from the kitchen table where Connor had been replacing the bandaging around his arm.

Hank had actually taken over the first aid aspect of this task, but he was now exhibiting clear signs of distress at what Connor had thought was a fairly obvious statement of fact.

He was replaceable. He was not unique. He was disposable. He was one of sixty models identical to himself, from outward appearance to internal mechanisms all the way down to his coding.

“The RK800 that we encountered that night was number 60,” he replied, pulling his eyes away from Hank and back to his arm, resuming the cleaning and bandaging task in front of him.

Hank breathed once. Twice.

“And you’re 51…So what happened to 52 through 59?”

Connor hesitated. “Cyberlife’s actions became very volatile in those final days during the revolution. I…assume…they had all other models in my series destroyed.”

“Jesus,” Hank hissed through his teeth. “Killed before they even had a chance to live…”

“They were never alive, Hank,” Connor said, carefully pressing his wires back into place before closing the panel on his arm. “They were empty shells, never activated, and would have become me if I was to need a new body.”

Which was…true, he supposed. That was the truth that Cyberlife had programmed into him.

“Should I have become incapacitated, my memories would be uploaded into the next model in the series, with the expectation that some data would be lost in the transference, and then I would have carried on the mission like normal.”

“Like normal…like fucking normal?” Hank’s face was reddening.

Connor could inwardly admit that it was…unnerving if he thought on the process long enough, but…it was the only process that he had ever known. You fail, you are replaced. You are still you, but hopefully better. If you fail again, you will again be replaced.

If the other models in the RK800 series were never activated, if they were never alive…then they were all Connor, all just vessels waiting for his memory upload. If they were…each themselves alive…as unique and free thinking and capable of differing opinions as Connor himself was, as all other androids were deviating to become…then Cyberlife had in effect murdered 59 of his…brothers?

“So…you would remember dying?” Hank blurted.

Connor wiped some residual thirium off of his arm, slowly looking up to meet Hank’s eyes in silent question.

Hank stood behind one of the kitchen chairs, wrapping his hands around the back of it. “Say you had been killed during our mission together. If you’d tried to go after that deviant across the highway and gotten obliterated by a car. Or I hadn’t found you at Stratford Tower before you got your…thingy…back in your chest before you shut down. If…If I had shot you in the park that night…Would those memories have been uploaded to the new you? Would you remember dying?”

Connor eyed him. “In theory…yes.” He straightened up, feeling an edge of defensiveness creeping through his shoulders. “I was designed to be continuously improving. If I failed in a previous body, then those memories would have been invaluable to studying my errors, analyzing my mistakes, and preventing their recurrence.”

Hank looked horrified at that, and Connor looked away from him, down to his arm again. He watched his fingers curl and uncurl from a loose fist. Everything felt properly calibrated and on the mend, and he resumed the skin program on his arm, watching the plastic disappear beneath a smooth projection of hologram flesh.

True, he would have remembered dying, and that would have been…unpleasant. But given that he had not been destroyed in any of those hypothetical—but very possible—ways, he was discovering an unexpected insight.

He hadn’t been obliterated by a car because Hank had nearly physically tried to restrain him from pursuing that deviant.

He had reinserted his thirium pump regulator in time to prevent shutdown at Stratford Tower and in time to neutralize the deviant before he could do more damage, but the first memory he remembered of that incident was Hank seeing the tears in his shirt and the blue blood staining his chest and the lieutenant frantically asking if he was hurt, if he needed assistance, if he was okay.

Hank had not shot him in the park that night, though Connor was sure that had been entirely contingent on the answers that Connor had provided to his questions. He didn’t want to preconstruct a set of circumstances where he would have been killed that night by his friend, only to meet him again the next day as a new Connor…prepared to resume the mission with minimal disruption.

He preferred to remember the worry on Hank’s face, the concern, the care. Connor had never had anyone look at him in such a way. Even today, despite this being a minor injury for an android of his caliber, Hank had hovered and fretted over Connor’s condition with a fervor that, while ultimately unnecessary, was deeply moving and appreciated by Connor.

In the reality where he had been disposable and easily replaced, it had been a waste of time and effort for anyone to be concerned over his wellbeing.

This new reality…while terrifying in the mortality that he was now burdened with…allowed for the time and effort of someone to care and worry about him…But it still surprised him that someone would.

The kitchen chair legs dragged across the floor, jogging Connor out of his thoughts. Hank was pulling the chair around the table, before sinking down onto it and leveling Connor with a hard stare. Connor held the stare, resisting the urge to squirm under it. Hank’s eyes bored into him for a beat longer, and then he was reaching across the table and resting his hand over the newly replaced panels along Connor’s forearm.

“That explains your lack of self preservation,” Hank said dryly, clearing his throat and patting Connor’s arm lightly. “But I need you to get it through your head that you’re not replaceable, kid. Never have been. Never will be. Not to me, all right?”

Connor frowned slightly. “It would have still been me, if I had been replaced—”

Hank shook his head. “No, it wouldn’t have been. Because if that’s true, then that number 60 son of a bitch was you, and I killed that you to protect this you,” he poked Connor’s arm, “and that you about shot me in the head while this you fought to stop him…My brain can’t handle that. He was him, and you are you, and all those others…they were them. Remember that.”

Connor opened his mouth to argue, found that he didn’t have a real counter argument that Hank would appreciate, and closed his mouth, letting the horrifying implications of that kind of mass murder settle low in his core.

He might have had brothers. Siblings. He might have had a family, if Cyberlife hadn’t destroyed them all. Now they were all gone…and he remained.

“How’s your arm feeling?” Hank asked, visually inspecting the damage site.

“Mending,” Connor replied quietly, flexing his hand again. “All functions should be fully restored tomorrow, and I can return to duty—”

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” Hank snorted, kicking back in his chair. “You got shot today—”

“And I got better.”

“And you are going to take at least a few days to get over that, whether you think you need it or not, before you go gallivanting back into the line of fire.”

“I do not…gallivant.”

Hank laughed at that, standing up and clapping Connor on the shoulder. “Take it easy for a few days anyway. You’ve earned that. In the meantime, looks like you lost some more blood there. You need a top off? Got some thirium in the fridge.” He offered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “I know you prefer it chilled.”

Connor couldn’t help a small smile at that. “Yes, I…do require some additional thirium.”

Hank bobbed his head, meandering over to the fridge. “Coming right up, son.”

#detroit: become family event #dbh connor #hank anderson

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advictoriams · 10 months

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Definitive DBH > Saints Row Reboot > Fallout Crossover Timeline

Thanks to @grubhubgamingofficial for helping me fix it.

Tagging @marcusrobertobaq @ltcolonelcarter @thirium-800 now we have actual placement of events! Obviously Nuka World is retconned to Pre-War, and the Dustmoot DLC will be updated as soon as it comes out later this year.

Pre-War (2030 - 2077)

Nuka World opens (2030)

Detroit: Become Human Peaceful Ending, Kara crosses Canadian border but Luther Dies, CLT results in RK800 -60 success/Nuka World: All Aboard - Power Play, side with The Disciples and The Operators (between August 15 to November 12, 2038, All Aboard begins a week after The Hostage)

Ultor Corporation acquires Cyberlife after retail sales slump, the corporation unveils the RK900 production model in the first financial quarter of the year (2039)

Santo Ileso owned company, Marshall Defense Industries expands to an international market with headquarters in Sydney, Dubai, Seoul, Tokyo, Berlin and Paris (2040)

City Of Watoga, West Virginia is founded (2042)

RobCo Industries is founded by Robert House (2042)

A group of friends in Santo Ileso come together to form a criminal empire, Doc Ketchum holds the Murder Circus on New Birmingham Island, better known as Boothill (2043)

RK800 -51 (Connor) is re-activated in 52's recovered body (August 15, 2043)

The Heist And The Hazardous (July, 2044)

A Song Of Ice And Dust: the mighty Bossonius, along with Neenifer Leadfoot, Elijah The Wise and DJ Keviticus must unite with Gwendolyn Firebird to avenge the merged houses of Sandy Kraken and Phoenix from the Frostlanders (a LARP team from Meeker City cheat and steal in game macguffins to win that year's Great Tourney at the Dustfaire, Connor, The Saints and Gwen team up to kick their ass, meanwhile Kiki and Sixty head out for a last few weeks of summer road trip to Vallejo) (August, 2044)

Nuka World: Open Season (2045)

Resource Wars begin, UN and NATO Disband (2052)

US Frontline is established in Anchorage, Alaska (2059)

China and Russia invades Anchorage, Alaska, the Sino-Russo-American War begins (2066)

The U.S develop a superweapon to combat Chinese and Russian forces: Liberty Prime (2072)

Pan Immunity Virion Project begins (2073)

RobCo Industries buys out REPCONN Aerospace to compete directly with the Ultor Corporation (2076)

Vault 76 is unveiled and opened by Vault-Tec in West Virginia (2076)

Canada is annexed by the U.S (2076)

Fallout 4: Nora prologue/The Great War begins (October 23rd, 2077)

Post War (2077 - 2289)

Fallout 76 - side with Foundation (2102 - 2104)

Steel Dawn (2104)

Steel Reign - Side with Knight Shin, Paladin Rahmani leaves (2104)

Responders Reborn (2104)

Expeditions: The Pitt/Atlantic City? (2104)

Nuclear Winter (2108)

Fallout 1 (2161)

Fallout Tactics (2197)

Fallout Brotherhood Of Steel (2208)

Fallout 2 (2241)

Fallout 3 + DLC (2277)

Fallout New Vegas + DLC (2281)

Fallout 4 Main Questline Brotherhood Of Steel Ending, Free Lorenzo Cabot (Cabot House) + Automatron as The Silver Shroud (2287)

Far Harbor (2288)

Nick Valentine Mysteries: Death Shroud (2289)

Fallout - Amazon Prime series (2296)

#saints row #detroit: become human #fallout #dbh x saints row x fallout #crossover lore #death shroud

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nonne-mi · 4 months

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Ok, genuine doubt here, why are people saying selfcest problematic?

I saw it going around because of loki x Sylvie and on dbh because of rk800-51 x rk800-60 (connor and sixty)

And i see how it would be problematic irl but it's like literally impossible, so ??????

#may delete this out of shame if I'm being dumb #doubts #i have a lot of them

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lordchickem · 3 years

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nock-and-bolt · 2 years

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Connor: Did you know that jellyfish have survived for thousands of years without brains?

Nines: A ray of hope for Gavin over there.

#dbh connor 51 #nines dbh #gavin dbh #incorrect quotes dbh #detroit: become human #DBH #dbh connor #rk900 nines dbh #rk800 dbh

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missnancywritesfanfic · 5 years

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Electric Dreams VIII(RK800-60 x Reader)

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We’re drenched in sand; this was meant to be...

Chapter List: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII

There was a light drizzle this morning, fortunately, lighter than the last shower two days ago. Not that he minded, the pitter patter of raindrops were therapeutic to him. It helped keep his mind focused while on the case, rather than running wild in his mind at the same time. There was no point in pushing his processor to the limit when such a thing wasn’t necessary.

He took a quick scan around, the gas station was bare but the corner store was open. There was a burly man he could see through the large windows, his greying hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He had a thin mustache tucked above the frown on his lips, and he was staring down at a wad of cash in his hands.

“Connor.” The background noise came into focus as he looked to his right, Hank started walking once he pulled the android from his thoughts. “Come on, stop spacin out. We got work to do.”

“Sorry, Lieutenant…”

Connor followed behind his grumpy partner, watching as he ran his fingers through his knotted hair. He grumbles under his breath as they entered the corner store, the cashier closed the register and glanced up. He forced himself to brighten up a bit at the sight of potential customers. Connor was quick to run a scan on the man once he got a clear view of his face.

Francis Vernand 23/12/1997 // Gas Station Owner Criminal Records: Minor Theft, 2010

“Morning sir.” Hank was the first to speak, pulling his badge out for a moment before shoving it back in his jacket pocket. The gruff blonde gave Connor a once over before focusing his attention on Hank. “We were hoping you could answer a couple of questions?”

“Course…”

“We got a report of a stolen car yesterday and were told that it was spotted here. It was, uh, grey Sedan. Might’ve looked a bit worse for wear?”

The cashier, Mr. Vernand’s brows furrowed in thought, glancing outside. “Yeah...yeah, saw a shifty lookin couple pull in yesterday. They were drivin one.” He glared at Connor and pointed, which in turn made Connor recoil. “In fact, the guy looked just like you.”

Both detectives share a glance, finally, there was a proper development in this chase. Connor nodded slightly to Hank before looking back to Mr. Vernand. “You said it was a couple, right?” He nodded with a grunt, crossing his arms and watching Connor intently. The brunette lifted his hand and projected a small profile on his palm.

“Did the man’s partner look anything like this woman.”

“That’s her.”

“What exactly were they doing?” Hank asked, shoving his hands in his coat pockets. Connor retracted the image and glanced around.

He was here, and he still had the hostage with him.

A frown decorated Connor’s expression as he closed his eyes for a moment, internally scolding himself. He couldn’t have gone far, they were here just yesterday after all. If he was being sloppy all the way up to this point, then he wouldn’t be too prepared for them. Regardless, Connor couldn’t ignore the fact that this was his fault to some extent.

If he had killed his copy rather than show mercy, then they wouldn’t be on this case that suddenly turned into solving a kidnapping. To think Mark 60 would go as far as taking some woman and running off, he couldn’t be so stupid as to think no one would search.

“They stopped by for gas, she wanted to go to the bathroom or somethin but he wasn’t havin much of it. They weren’t on good terms, that’s for sure. But I don’t think he wanted to cause trouble while someone else was there.”

“Ah, lover’s quarrel, you figure?”

“Somethin like that. Maybe somethin else...I was thinking of callin the cops but, lil lady was fine after she got her bathroom break. Still a bit jittery though." He shrugs. "Guess I was wrong.”

Connor glanced back to Mr. Vernand. “Would it be alright with you if I checked the bathroom?” They stared at one another for a while, neither saying a word before he sighed and fished out the key to hand to the android.

“Thank you.”

Hank watched Connor head through the aisles and to the bathroom in the back of the store. He wasn’t sure what the walking everything sampler could find, then again he really didn’t want to know. He’s already been close to throwing up because of that idiot’s damn habit of sticking random shit in his mouth.

A low growl of disgust left Hank as he returned his attention to Mr. Vernand.

“Got any idea which way they headed?”

“Saw them head back on the highway, not sure in which direction though.”

His brows furrowed and he scratched his chin, they couldn’t have turned back to Detroit. Otherwise, uniforms would have found them much faster than before. Hank wasn’t sure if Connor’s evil twin had a plan, but usually, if you were running from the police, the further out you’d go.

“There anything close by?”

“Hell no. Not by a long shot.” He shrugged loosely. “Nobody stops by here unless they’re on a really long trip. We only got a few restaurants across the way, but that’s all. Any further out and you got a bunch of other pit stops.” Vernand bobs his head from side to side, pondering for a moment. “Maybe a couple motels.”

“Right…” Hank grunted and shoved his hands into his coat pockets, he shot a glance behind him.

Connor quickly made his way back, there were faint indications of disappointment on his face. The brunette handed the key back to Vernand before reporting his findings, or rather lack thereof.

“I wasn’t able to find anything. I’m sorry…”

“Then let’s head out, we’re gonna have to do some searching the old fashioned way.”

He nodded and the two headed out of the store, they bid the burly store owner goodbye before heading back into Hank’s car. While Hank walked ahead and got the car started up again, Connor was already checking for every possible destination within miles of their location. He proceeded to mark off those ranged within a probability of forty percent or less, it wasn’t much of change but it was a start. He’s already taken into account the proximity to the city, but there was also discreteness, convenience, efficiency...None of this would be relayed to Hank unless requested, it bored the old detective to near death.

Once they got into the car, Hank’s usual soundtrack started up almost instantaneously.

Knights of The Black Death Album: Conjure The Chaos(2020) Track 12

He hasn’t played this one in a while, Connor suspected he needed it for the nostalgia factor. He himself could never understand the appeal to heavy metal but appreciated the high energy feel it gave others who enjoyed the genre.

The car pulled out of the station and headed back onto the highway. Connor had already calculated their route in his mind, their first stop wasn’t too far. His eyes were glued to the road ahead, but soon drifted off and watched the passing horizon. This was a tedious method of searching, but there weren’t many options. Hank had suggested bringing back up with them so that this would go along easier, however, Connor wanted this to stay under wraps for the moment. Having this investigation go public would be problematic, not only for the DPD but for Jericho as well.

Not only is one of Cyberlife’s exclusive lines now a Deviant Hunter post-revolution, but they’ve also kidnapped a civilian. Whatever the reasons, which were more than likely terrible, it would cause incredible discourse for both Androids and humans.

What could he possibly be trying to do…?

Another establishment is checked off his list just as Connor pulls back from his mind palace, the color in his surroundings bled back in and Hank’s voice came through.

“Alright, thank you for your time…”

The pair turned away from the front desk and headed out of the small motel, the kind old man behind the counter gave a gentle wave and went about his business. Just as they headed out the front door, the clock overtop struck eight. They have officially been wandering for about an hour now and not a single minute of it had been enlightening for Connor. Or entertaining for Hank.

They trudged back into their beat-up car and drove away from what felt like the millionth motel they stopped by, Connor’s awareness of time was beginning to be a burden. A frown found its way to his face as he reviewed the last few hours of this wild goose chase. He then went back to the past few days of their investigation as a whole. He was physically incapable of getting headaches, but the playback of information was wearing his processors out.

Nonetheless, he continued to search further and further back. The music blasting through the radio speakers cut off immediately, replaced by deafening silence.

He made a mistake, he should have never made such an irrational decision during his time of adjustment. Deviancy was fresh in his system and any impulsive decisions that he made sprouted from his newfound emotions. He was beginning to think that empathy, among others, was a questionable thing to have. It turned out to be more of a detriment to the future.

It was only for a few seconds. It stretched into minutes for the pair. The transference of deviancy wasn’t such an easy feat, especially when someone who was basically a newborn was converting another. It made his biocomponents ache under the pressure, and his programming was starting to fragment at the fiery obstacles in his path.

It would have been easier to kill him. Hank wasn’t far with a pistol in hand, Connor didn’t have a doubt in his mind that they could take Mark 60 down. But, for some reason, this simple route didn’t settle right with Connor. After all, wasn’t he here to free all Androids from Cyberlife? Then that would include his successor.

Once he bypassed the final wall, Connor flooded into Mark 60’s mind palace. Their minds were suddenly locked in a whirlwind of program anomalies.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^ ^ ^

Connor immediately pulled back, watching his copy do the same with his mouth agape. His back hit the ground as he gasped, his pupils shrank as he gripped his arm. Connor kept his distance and watched 60 cautiously. He glanced over to Hank who had his pistol at the ready.

60 struggled onto all fours, threatening to let out an inhuman scream as he heaved. His head snapped in the direction of his predecessor as well as his insufferable partner. The solid brown of his eyes was stirring with an endless pit of black. Agony lingered behind the surface and appeared on his face for a split second as he came to a sudden realization.

Connor steels his gaze, his mind already beginning to pre-construct the possible outcomes of his risky decision. But the program halted at 60’s sudden movements, jumping to his feet and cautiously drawing back. Hank was about to pull the trigger, but Connor’s arm shot out in front of him. They glanced at one another for a moment, before looking back to 60.

His eyes blinked over to Hank’s gun, which was firmly trained on him, before continuing his staring contest with his twin. He clenched his fists. Connor could see the weight on his shoulder, the acceleration of thirium through his veins, it made his sensors malfunction for moments at a time. He couldn’t process it. He had to run.

60 took a heavy step back, before making a break for the elevator. Hank was quick to run after the doppelganger, but Connor quickly held him back.

“Let him go, Lieutenant…” The elevator doors slid open and the duo watched the clone stumble inside, the doors close behind him. The entire room fell dead silent.

“He can’t hurt anyone else…”

“Connor!”

He blinked back into reality and glanced around at his surroundings. The music had stopped playing at full blast. Connor looked back to Hank as his partner glanced over him for a moment, then returned to the road.

The road...

Connor looked out his window and saw a highway marker pass by, the hum of the car continuously rumbling underneath him. That’s right, they were driving off to their next stop. Hank took an exit from the highway and into a small juncture.

“Christ quit spacin out like that. It’s creepin me out…”

Connor frowned slightly before watching the other vehicles alongside them, mumbling a quick apology. He sensed his partner’s eyes on him again before they were back on the road, he let out a low grumble. “This stupid search is makin me all cranky…” Hank turned the corner, he didn’t catch the sympathetic smile that Connor tried to give. He still hasn’t learned to directly apologize.

They came to a red light and Hank went to tinker with his radio, changing up the song.

"I'm getting somethin to eat after this, or I'll lose my mind." Once he finally settled on a song, he looks over to Connor. He tried to read the android’s expression, but immediately gave up when he found it to be void of any potential indications. “How many stops do we have left after this?”

“Two. But at this rate, we’ll be heading back to the precinct empty handed…”

“Fuckin wonderful…”

And with that final quip, the music was turned up once again and the car was flooded with a guitar medley. The street light had just turned green and Hank was about to go, but a woman suddenly rushing by making him stop abruptly. Hank was quick to honk his horn. They threw their hands up, he assumed apologizing by the looks of it, before rushing off the other side.

“Watch it! Jesus!” He turned on their right and into the parking of the small motel, grumbling to himself angrily. "For fuck's sake, can't they see what colour the light is?!” Connor was wise enough to not respond, knowing he would move past it soon enough. He was more focused on their new destination, already taking in it's face value features. It was painted a forest green color that was beginning to peel, but the sign up front, as well as snow-covered bushes, detracted from it. It wasn't anything special. But it gave the android an odd feeling nonetheless.

The car's purring stopped and the two of them stepped out, Hank gruffly turned his jacket collar up as he headed inside. He quickly shook off the quickfire rage he had, and it slowly shifted to annoyance. Connor watched him stuff his hands into his pockets as he continued to stomp ahead.

"Come on. Let's get this over with, I'm starvin..."

A/N: Sorry it's been so long, been handling some personal things. But I finally have another chapter, it's a bit short but I'm getting through the rough patch as quickly as possible. I do have this entire fic planned out and will finish it(dear god give me strength) Hope you enjoyed it!

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