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Slight problem!

Every few months, I get a notification on this blog for my story, and people wanting an update.

Trouble is, it’s been a couple years and I have absolutely no clue where I was going with that story.

I’ve also grown since then and don’t like what I had.

So! I’m gonna re-write it, same basic concept, with my updated theories, and actually write down a plot.

And this time, I won’t publish it until it’s all written out.

Could take a while, but it’ll get done.

Have the whooooooole day off.

Gonna work on The Kamski Test. Wooooooooopppssssss…

#rippppp #didn’t mean to completely forget it #just got a little busy #with #possible pneumonia #but yeeeeaaaaah #gonna be in the doc’s office for a while today #so i’ll have time to write lol

THE KAMSK1 TEST - PART TW0

A choose-your-own-adventure fic about the origins of rA9.

Summary: After years in prison, you receive a mysterious visit one day from Hank Anderson and Connor. They’ve come to request information about rA9. You’re one of the only people in the world who knows any hard facts about it. You begin to tell the tale of how you met the great Elijah Kamski, one of the major contributors to the creation of rA9.

Pairing for this fic: Elijah Kamski x Reader

This is chapter two for The Kamski Test! I hope y’all enjoy this new part. Very sorry about the delay, but life decided to pack a bunch of things in a short period of time haha.

Part One

I’m sorry @kaymadej , but I can’t seem to be able to tag you. :/

“Hold on a minute there,” Lieutenant Anderson cut in. “What does your fangirl crush on Kamski have to do with rA9?”

You were sure a look of disgust painted your features as you replied. You certainly hoped it did. “Elijah helped me develop and, in part, inspired rA9. To understand what exactly it is, you need to understand why it was made.”

Connor frowned at you. “Do you still refer to androids as it?”

It took you a moment to recognize what he was referring to, but when you did, you were almost insulted. “Not at all, Connor. I used to; back before I realized the potential that androids had to be alive. But ra9? It’s not an android. It’s a code. An incredibly complex code sequence that has an even more complex backstory.”

Lieutenant Anderson looked skeptical.

“Well, that, and we have no one to talk to here. I’ve never told this story before, let me indulge.” You let out a small chuckle. If the others in your cell-block ever heard you talking about your life and your feelings, you’d probably get beat up. You had a reputation to maintain, after all.

Connor seemed mildly confused at this, but gestured for you to continue.

“Elijah wasn’t kidding when he said he’d send me the details. I got home to a message on my tablet full of timetables, meeting spots, and responsibilities. I sobered up pretty quick once I’d read it…”

~ Scene Change ~

You ran a hand through your hair as you transferred the information from the message to your calendar. You were to meet him at 0630 the next morning, and the two of you would start working on the android’s personality first.

You’d also been sent over twenty pages that needed to be signed, confirming your confidentiality on this project. Knowing you had to be up early, you read through them and signed them, sending them right back to Cyberlife.

Getting up, you got changed and washed before hopping into bed.

Despite your best attempts, however, you could not fall asleep. Your mind was churning with the thoughts of what would come tomorrow. Would Mr. Kamski like your ideas? Would he want to keep working with you? What if it all ended in disaster?!

Eventually, you had to take a moment to get up and fidget. To do something, anything, to keep your mind off of tomorrow’s excitement. Spying a quarter on your nightstand, you grabbed it and began rolling it on your knuckles. After a few rounds of this, you felt calm enough that you were able to easily slip into rest.

The next morning you woke bright and early. After about a half hour stressing over which shirt to wear, you threw in the towel and grabbed the first thing that matched.

By that point, you were on the edge of running late, so you snagged a muffin and rushed out the door. Blessedly, you were within walking distance of your job, so you quickened your pace and made it with ten minutes to spare.

Despite having worked for Cyberlife for just about two years, you generally spent most of your time in your office and your team’s workspace. Looking around, you found a free android standing at reception.

You approached it without hesitation, contrasting your normally withdrawn nature.

“Hello,” it greeted you. “How may I help you today?”

“Where’s workshop D6?” you asked. Well, it was more of a demand. Despite finding androids a work of machinery to be admired and awed, they were still just machines.

The android gave you the directions, and you followed them with haste. Into the elevator, down to the 3rd sub-level floor, down the hall, second door on the right. Upon arriving, you were presented with a large entryway, the size of a garage. Inside, you could see various workstations with a mish-mash of android parts on them, as well as numerous toolboxes lying in disarray. Mr. Kamski, however, was nowhere to be found.

You stepped in tentatively, looking in all of the possible hidden corners of the room to see if you could spot the elusive founder of Cyberlife. “Mr. Kamski?” you called out, voice wavering ever so slightly. Silence was your answer.

You were beginning to worry that maybe you’d gotten the wrong room when you heard a large slam behind you. You jumped and whipped your head around. Mr. Kamski had dropped a large box, and judging by the images on it, it was filled with spare android parts.

“Good. Glad to see you’re on time,” Mr. Kamski said with a slight smirk as he walked past you, brushing his shoulder against yours. A deliberate action, without a doubt.

“So, do you have any plans for what part of its personality we’re gonna start with?” Mr. Kamski asked.

You followed his lead and began to unpack the boxes set around the room before you answered. “I was thinking that maybe we could begin with the basis of it’s programming; things we could pick and choose from other androids already made. It’ll give us some time to discuss and come up with some more fine-tuned ideas about how it should turn out.”

Mr. Kamski seemed impressed, if not pleased. “Not a bad idea.”

Your pride swelled under his praise. “Thank you, Mr. Kamski.”

He let out a chuckle. “Call me Elijah.”

If the way that he seemed to treat you like one of his androids registered to you, it was quickly pushed aside in favour of fawning over how familiar he was letting you be.

“Let’s get to work!” He rubbed his hands together, an excited grin spreading across his face.

“So he treated you like an insect. What else is new?” the Lieutenant asked, seeming fed up.

You released a heavy sigh. “I’ve been here for three years, and there’s no counsellor. How about you let me work through my issues and give you the information you need at the same time, huh?”

Connor shifted tensely in his seat. You almost smiled to yourself, remembering how you’d programmed small human-like quirks for him to perform depending on how he analyzed the situation. He must have calculated that there was a high amount of tension between his partner and herself, and reacted accordingly.

“Could you at least speed it up? We’ve got other things to do today besides play doctor.” Lieutenant Anderson stated, waving his hand in a dismissive motion as Connor opened his mouth to interject. You had a feeling it would’ve been something about how they weren’t ‘playing doctor’.

You gave him a wry smile. “I’ll try.”

Hope you guys enjoyed! Tell me if you’d like to be tagged for future parts. :)

#detroit become human #dbh #elijah kamski #elijah x reader #ra9 #dbh connor #hank anderson #cyberlife #my fic #the kamski test

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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THE KAMSK1 TEST - PART 0NE

A choose-your-own-adventure fic about the origins of rA9.

Pairing for this fic: Elijah Kamski x Reader

This is my first fic for Detroit: Become Human. Seeing as it’s a choose-your-own-adventure sort of thing, it’ll be multiple parts. Hope you enjoy!

You paced back and forth across the length of the small, grey room. The guard who’d brought you here had said it wouldn’t be long, but you felt like you’d been waiting hours. Finally, just as you were about to start knocking on the door to ask what was up, it opened. A man with shaggy hair walked in holding a folder.

“What, you didn’t want to wait another half hour?” you snapped before taking a seat.

That didn’t last long, however, before another man followed. Tall, dark brown hair with eyes to match, beauty spots on the face, and a neon blue LED on the temple.

“Connor,” you breathed out.

The android you’d spent so much time and effort creating was real, and he was here to visit.

He looked at you, confused. “Do you know me?” he asked, taking a seat next to his partner.

You scoffed. “Of course I do.” You leaned forward, almost as though you were going to share a juicy secret. “I designed you.”

The other man cleared his throat. “That’s not really important right now. We have some things we wanna talk to you about.”

Connor continued. “We’re here to ask you some questions about rA9.”

You immediately shot up and began pacing once again. “Of all the things you’d wanna know…”

“We’ve spent months digging for information, trying to find anything we could. The only thing we were able to discover is that you know something about it.” Connor stated, sliding a folder forward.

Taking a moment to flip through it, you saw that it was the transcript from your trial. Most of it had been redacted, save for a few bits here and there, including the phrase, “rA9 was added”.

“Well, you certainly did your research.” You were frustrated, that was for sure. Grabbing the file, you backed up a few paces. “How exactly did you find this? I thought it was hidden away for good.”

“Kamski helped us,” Connor said, looking none too pleased about the fact.

You ground your teeth together before dropping the folder back down. “Fucking Elijah. You know that it’s his fault I’m in this stinkhole? If it weren’t for him…” You lightly kicked the wall with your foot, frustrated.

Taking a seat, you took a moment to look between Anderson and Connor. “So, what did you want to know?”

It was obvious they’d discussed the details beforehand with extreme caution, as Connor spoke without hesitation. “Did you create rA9?”

“Yes.”

Your open honesty clearly wasn’t expected, and they glanced at each other for a split second.

Connor looked deep into your eyes, and spoke the magic question; “How?”

You shot him a smirk. “Well that’s a long story.”

Lieutenant Anderson leaned forward. “We have time.”

Settling into your chair, you crossed your arms and spread out your legs. “It all started back in 2023. I was part of the design team for Cyberlife…”

~ Scene change -

Pacing back and forth, you considered the options before you. Cyberlife was working on a new kind of android; they wanted it to be smarter, more independant, and better than ever. But what could you make that would really make them accepting to the public?!

“A caregiver!” you exclaimed, shocking all of your coworkers.

John, who’d always tried to undermine your decisions, raised his eyebrow at you. “Care to explain?”

It took a lot of effort not to smack him.

“Research indicates that the elderly are much more receptive to androids. Most likely because they weren’t raised with them, therefore they don’t take advantage of them. What if we created an android designed to be a caregiver? The elderly would appreciate them, and their children would be grateful to have someone looking after their parents.”

The others in the room all let out noises of encouragement and agreement, albeit quietly. Cyberlife had been cracking down on deadlines, so tension was high.

Maria, who was writing everything down, took a moment to look up. “What’s going to make it special?”

That was tricky. You had to make an android that would revolutionize all future prototypes, but fit the budget. Therefore, it had to have one dominating trait that Cyberlife could focus on. You’d all been told that this generation would be much more human-like, that the coding for them would allow them to accurately reflect one trait with ease.

“It’s going to be artistic. Reports state that previous caregiver android models were too stiff, made the elderly feel like they were in a hospital. We’re going to make this new model artistic, to really make them feel comfortable.”

The atmosphere stiffened when clapping originated from the doorway. Everyone’s heads turned, spotting Elijah Kamski stepping into the room. It was almost comical how quickly everyone stood and abandoned their tasks.

“An artistic android caregiver. I like it. It’s unique. Something I’m sure the public will love.” Kamski supplied, approaching you. “What’s your name?”

You stuttered it out, your face flushing at just how close he’d gotten to you.

He smiled at your nervousness. “Tell me about this android.”

“W-well, there’ll be more than one m-model.” You were still nervous, that was for sure. Here was the CEO of the company you worked for, creator of the first android to pass the Turing test. And you were nothing but a lowly designer, someone who usually worked on city maintenance workers.

Disappointment was clearly visible on Mr. Kamski’s face.

“B-but-” you began, scrambling to come up with a model that could work. “It’ll be male in appearance. Blue eyes. African-Caucasian. Not too tall, so as to keep the attention of patients without causing them to feel intimidated.”

As you got into the swing of it, you grabbed a pencil and paper, sketching the android out. “It’ll have shaved hair, and a smooth voice. It’s primary function will be to care for the patient, with secondary being to entertain. Tertiary functions will include helping to keep the patient social; not as important, however, as this android will keep the patient happy enough.”

You spent another minute finishing up, and you had a rough drawing of the android’s design.

“Do you have a name for this miraculous android?” Mr. Kamski asked, rubbing at his chin in thought.

You quickly began to sift through piles and piles of statistics, lists of names, searching for the perfect one. “Markus!” you exclaimed, re-emerging with a grin on your face. “It’ll be called Markus.”

That was, without a doubt, the fastest you had ever created a design. Mr. Kamski very rarely left his own section of the building; he built androids up there all by himself, and if he had any input on decisions made, it was submitted as review to all reports sent his way.

Mr. Kamski took a moment to look around the room, before carefully pinning his intense gaze back on you. “Carl Manfred’s birthday is soon.” That was an exaggeration; it was in eight months. “I would like to work with you to make this android for him.”

You could have sworn your heart stopped for a full minute. Elijah Kamski, CEO of Cyberlife and bonafide genius, wanted to build an android for one of the greatest artists of the century, and he wanted to build it with you. This was a lot to take in.

Remembering that he was waiting for an answer, your mouth stretched into a grin, and you said, “I’d be honoured, Mr. Kamski sir.”

He clapped his hands together. “Perfect! I’ll send you the details. I think you’ve all worked hard enough for one day,” he addressed the room, “go out and have a drink. It’s on me.”

As soon as he left, your coworkers surrounded you, and you just couldn’t believe it. What an opportunity!

Hope you guys enjoyed! Please leave/send reviews or thoughts. Can’t wait to post the next part. :)

Tagging @glitch-girl318, who I saw requested DBH authors tag them. Hope you liked this. Tagging @riiwriting as well.

#detroit become human #dbh #elijah kamski #elijah x reader #rA9 #dbh connor #hank anderson #cyberlife #my fic #the kamski test

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prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

feel free to reblog :)

#prompts #requests

Welc0me!

Hello, and welcome to my blog. My name is AC(or, as the blog states, android model AC300), and I am going to be writing for Detroit: Become Human.

A little bit of info:

- I’ve never written for this fandom before

- I do, however, write normally.

- I’m about to reblog an ask prompt for some requests, but the speed at which I fulfill these is dependant on multiple factors(none of which shall be listed).

- My blog is customized completely to be easy to navigate, and I have many things you might want to see! I have works in progress, a small about me, and links to my other blogs.

So, in conclusion, take a look around. You might find something that’ll hook you into staying. ;)