KATHERINE took a seat. her head slightly nodded as she listened to his answer. “ lieutenant ? ” she repeated with an arched brow. she couldn’t help but have a smile pull at the corner of her lips. “ are you always calling your friends by their work titles? ” she asked as she set her drink on the table. a small chuckle fell from her lips as she continued, “ or is there something else, since you hesitated calling him a friend ? ” perhaps she was being a bit too inquisitive, but it was the investigative journalist inside her.
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“I-... Well he-...” Connor sighed, “It’s complicated.” It would’ve been complicated on any normal day, but now it was even more messed up. Maybe if he could find him he would also find some clarification; Hank would be able to help him. “We met at work, but... I think we’re friends.” His brow furrowed before he added, “My memories are a little jumbled right now.”
“ most people want alone time when they make their way up here. ” she smiled kindly, only faltering a bit at his next words. what did he mean, programmed ?? she hadn’t heard of any robots around here, though it wouldn’t surprise her – these new memories brought up combat practice in a simulation against horde robots. instead of asking about it, she just nodded and looked back out across the town below them. “ to me it is. one of the most relaxing sites in town, the way the sun hits every building and casts shadows… ”
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Was that true? Seemed like a strange place to want to be alone. Sure, you really would be guaranteeing that you would be alone, but it can’t be all that safe up here for humans. There were so many safety hazards and there would be no one around to help. “Did you intend to be alone? I apologise if my presence has interrupted you.” Connor looked between her and the view, trying to understand what she was seeing. He saw the buildings, and the sun, and the shadows... but could he feel anything? “When the sun goes down, do you no longer think it’s beautiful?”
peter couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, given he was sat next to the other person. he was dealing with a similar situation himself, the confusion of two mixed lives, memories returning and the realisation that people he’d usually just pass in the street could have been important to him. he didn’t know what the person on the phone was dealing with himself, but he felt the confusion from him. “ hey. ” he offered once the other had gotten off the phone. “ is everything okay ? ”
Connor’s eyes lifted from his phone as he placed it on the table in front of him. “Hi.” He responded, more cheerfully than he probably should have- it was difficult determining what he was feeling... if he was feeling. “I’m not sure.” His tone dropped again suddenly, confusion crossing his features. “I’m trying to find someone and I’m not sure what else I can do to contact him.”
— - there was heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, weighing heavy in his abdomen as his posture began to fail him. seeing someone who seemed to be struggling on the phone. maybe not in the same way that joel found himself struggling, but it was still something that made his stomach churn. ❛ hey, son. you alright, there ? ❜ the placeholder for a name coming with the southern drawl that coated every word that seemed to simply fall from chapped lips.
Connor’s posture straightened when someone nearby addressed him. It was strange- part of him felt like he needed to keep himself composed and the other part was so used to living as a human that it was almost convinced he was one. His shoulders relaxed slightly as the struggle continued in his head. “Hello.” He acknowledged, taking a moment to look down at where he was sitting. “Yes, here seems to be fine. I’ve sat at this table before.” He wasn’t quite processing his use of the word ‘there’.
SHE COULDN’T HELP BUT EAVESDROP. the male seemed to be struggling with whatever he was dealing with. he audibly expressed what penelope’s head sounded like. she could understand where her was coming from. ❝ lieutenant? what do you do exactly? ❞ she finally spoke up, head turning to focus her attention on the male a couple spots down. ❝ you were talking quite loudly. can’t blame me for overhearing. ❞ she tried to give herself an excuse. she sipped on her drink as she waited for a response.
Connor lifted his eyes from the drink, automatically scanning the girl’s face. Penelope Park. He had always been able to identify people immediately- he knew that- but after however long he went believing he was human, it was something he wasn’t quite used to yet. “I’m a detective.” He responded, “Lt. Hank Anderson is my partner. It’s important that I find him.” Important for his mission or important to him? Did he even have a mission anymore? “I wouldn’t blame you. It was not a private conversation. If it was, I should have made the call somewhere else.”
it would be a lie to say KATHERINE wasn’t ease - dropping. she couldn’t help but hear the patron only a few feet away. he seemed to struggle at every step of the phone call. she even turned around and watched as he hung up. something told her maybe it was best to stay out of other people’s business, but curiosity always got the best of her. she took a deep breath, grabbed her drink, and approached the sad looking fellow. “ you look like you could perhaps use some company, ” she offered with a half - smile. “ mind if i ask who stood you up? ”
Connor adjusted his posture as the girl approached his table, straightening up in his seat without really meaning to. In the blink of an eye he had scanned her face, learning her name and a few pieces of information, but he wouldn’t dare bring up this fact. If his time thinking he was human had taught him anything, it was that they were very protective of their data. “I think... perhaps you are correct.” He responded, indicating that she could sit. “It was... Lt. Hank Anderson. He hasn’t stood me up, but I really need to find him. He is... my friend.”
“Da-... Han-... Lieutenant...” Connor’s face scrunched up slightly as he struggled with what to call Hank. He already had twenty eight years worth of memories of Hank being his father, and now suddenly he had memories of him being his partner, his friend, and his enemy all at once. Connor couldn’t make sense of it. “Hi Lieutenant. It’s me. Connor. I-... I’m at our usual table at Rousseau’s and-... If you get this can you meet me here? Or call?” There was another long pause. “Please...” He hung up the phone and returned to his glass of bourbon, his hand just swirling the drink that he hadn’t touched for the last hour.
the lighthouse was easily one of adora’s favorite places on the island. it was so high and gave such a great view of everything around that she never grew tired of being up at the top, resting after a run and climbing the steps. usually she was able to sit by herself for a bit and just take in the perfect weather and sight of the town, but this morning she was joined by another person. “ oh, sorry. ” she smiled as she made her way to the railing, leaning against it. “ I didn’t think anyone else would be here… it’s normally quiet this early. ” she sighed, looking out across the town. “ isn’t it just… beautiful ?? ”
In his attempts to find Hank, Connor had found himself at the top of the lighthouse. His plan had been to scan the environment from a high vantage point, but either Hank wasn’t in town or his scanner was only stretching so far. He almost didn’t hear when someone spoke to him, but there was a slight delay as he registered the words and turned to her. “Why are you sorry? This lighthouse is a public space.” His brow furrowed as he looked back to the view. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not programmed to-...” Connor hesitated, Just last week he had felt so human and now here he was speaking of programming again. “Is it beautiful?”
It had been a week since Abby glitched and her memories came back to her. They were still a bit hazy, having some holes here and there but slowly, she was remembering. And there was something that was a priority to her, finding Lev. She hadn’t made any progress so far though and that was really frustrating her. She was starting to wonder if maybe the boy wasn’t here and that just worried her even more, thinking about him alone in their world. She knew he could take care of himself but she still worried, after all, Lev was one of the people she cared about the most. “The one positive thing about this place, no infected.” She said with a sigh.
Connor’s eyes flickered as he ran a diagnostic on himself. He had been trying for some time to sort the jumble of memories that had come flooding back to him, but he was having very little success. He had thought checking his systems may have shed some light on what was happening to him, but with the exception of some software instability, he found nothing. His eyes stopped blinking and he looked around, still trying to find Lt. Anderson- maybe he would know what was happening to him- but his attention was pulled towards a girl as she spoke. “Hello. My name is Connor. Can I ask what you mean by ‘infected’?”
uploading data … ⟳ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 ! welcome , CONNOR. a long way from detroit: become human , huh ? hm … a twenty eight year old detective who looks like BRYAN DECHART — could be worse. i heard you were at ROUSSEAU’S when we un - glitched , & you ( immediately tried to find lieutenant hank anderson ]. still the impulsive & deadpan type , that’s why [ the rich scent of bourbon, a long run through a busy street & bright blue drinks ]’s totally your vibe. the memory of BECOMING DEVIANT AND BREAKING INTO CYBERLIFE is hazy , but maybe the ( old quarter coin & RK800 jacket ) waiting for you at the pawn shop’ll bring clarity. + android , cismale [ he/him ] , demisexual.
Connor’s Past
RK800 Connor model released August 2038.
Connor was an advanced prototype android designed to assist law enforcement, specifically with cases involving deviants.
His mission was to find the source of the deviancy and eliminate it.
His partner was Lt. Hank Anderson, who he came to view as a close friend and father-figure.
Throughout his time on the case, Connor had to deal with conflicting orders, instability in his programming and the alarming realisation that he may have became a deviant himself.
He managed to track down Jericho- the place where androids go to be free- but the humans followed him. This lead to them sending androids to camps to be destroyed and left Jericho to start an uprising to free their people.
Life in the Cloud
Connor was a 28 year old human working as a detective for the 99th Precinct.
He was the son of Hank Anderson.
He was a very charming young man, becoming friends with most people he met. Always smiling and telling jokes, even if he was a little deadpan, and was incredibly dedicated to his work.
Rousseau’s was where he would spend a lot of his free time, even grabbing a few drinks there with his dad on occasion.
His Memories
When Connor’s memories started coming back they were fragmented- most not even making sense. It took him a while to piece together that he was an android and when that happened, his emotional responses numbed.
His feelings... they were just a glitch in his programming. Was he deviant? Had he become what he was designed to hunt? He could remember switching sides, but he could also remember taking down the leader of Jericho, Markus... or was it North?
Had he died? Was he replaced? Did he break androids out of CyberLife or was he the leader of Jericho? Did he find the deviants or was there insufficient evidence? Did he succeed or fail his mission?
Connor’s memories are all happening at the same time, to the point where he isn’t sure who he really is. If his real memories weren’t bad enough, the new memories from here in the cloud are tangled within his messy timeline.
He’s not sure if Hank is his partner, his friend, his enemy or his father. He doesn’t know if his feelings are real or a coding error. Are Markus and North and the rest of Jericho on his side, or is he still supposed to stop them? Can he choose who he is or does he have to wait for his instructions?
His software is unstable.
He might self-destruct.
Extras
He likes dogs, heavy metal and jazz music, and basketball - all because of Hank.
While living in the cloud, he has developed a love of food and drinks, though he’s not sure how this it possible due to him not needing either to function.
His skills include scanning environments, reconstructing crime scenes, voice immitation, martial arts, forensics, psychology, negotiation and interrogation.
Physical books are better than ebooks. - more life lessons from Hank.
Knows so much and yet so little.
An actual cinnamon roll... but could kill you.
Wanted Connections
Partner - In his real memories, Hank is his partner, but he needs a police partner for his cloud memories.
High school relationship - More fake cloud memories, but I want him to have dated someone when they were in high school.
Friends - New friends, old friends. From work, from around town, from Rousseau’s.
Cases - People he has met working on cases, ie. suspects, criminals, victims, witnesses.
Neighbours - Lives in a nice house on a nice street so anyone could live on that street with him and they could know each other from the cloud memories or meet each other for the first time now. Could do classic fun neighbour things.
Real history - If your character can fit into the plot of Detroit: Become Human in some way, even if it was something as silly as Connor having chased someone and ran into you, that could be fun. Or if your character is also from an android show or game, etc...
“I heard a scream and thought you were being killed, but it was just a spider.”
