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Safe Haven, Safe Travels - PT 5

Summary: You're the first journalist sent into Detroit after it was evacuated post peaceful android revolution. Your job is to interview the androids now inhabitating the city, and give the American people the true story of the deviant uprising. Along the way, your escort turns out to be more than just another interviewee.

Warning: Explicit NSFW

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There is always a time in your life- a memory, a feeling, a thought- that becomes the catalyst for unending change. Something that you can never take back, and changes who you are forever. Wrapped up in the arms of an android, forgetting all my journalistic integrity, feeling warm simulated flesh press against mine…

I should have pulled away. If not for professionalism, for what this meant to the larger issue at hand. A human laying with an android. Not a forced union, like a used up android at the Eden Club, but something more. Something deep, and carnal, and real. That was it. Real. He felt it, and so did I, and I didn’t want it to stop. Call it Irish courage from the whisky, or the fact I hadn’t been laid in months, but the way Connor pressed his lips into mine with strong hands that gripped my hips made my mind sticky and soft. I wanted it. Wanted him, wanted whatever this was. I just wanted to feel something after feeling nothing for so long.

We twisted and turned back into the hotel room like a drunken tango, Connor shutting the door behind us with a well trained kick and keeping me tight against him. I drank him in hungrily, only breaking the kiss when we pressed ourselves against the wall and my lungs burned for air. The look on his face was… well, something I never thought I’d see from such a professional man. He was unkempt. Those perfect brown hairs fell into his face, mouth agape, my lipstick smeared across his mouth in a sticky red haze- and for once, he seemed lost for words. His hands never loosened their grip, like he was afraid I’d float away at a moments notice.

“Connor…” I whispered, eyes half lidded and hands yanking on his soft hair. Part of me screamed to just pull away. I was here on a job, and in the grand scheme of things, I had only known Connor for a day or two. Besides, he wasn’t just a man, was he? He was an android. A metal man, a cog in the revolution, and my body hopelessly and endlessly craved him. Not love, not yet, but a painful lust that infected my bones and permeated my thoughts from the first time I saw him along the border.  

The brunette hummed in response, and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck and softly kiss his way across my jaw line. Every touch he left sent fire down my body and shivers down my spine. “Connor.” I mumbled again, and he finally pulled back to meet my gaze. Hungry. An emotion I didn’t think he would be able to emulate, even after everything I had seen from him and the other androids of Detroit.

“What?” He whispered. I giggled, and he smiled shyly. “Is this okay?”

I nodded, and ran my hands down from his scalp, across his shoulders, and down his torso. He watched me, transfixed, LED flashing perilously as my fingers came to rest on his belt. A red blush filled my face with drunken warmth. “Do you… uh, I don’t know a whole lot about regular androids… anatomy.” I raised an eyebrow, and after a moment of confusion, a wicked look spread across Connor’s expression, so different from his usual poise it caught me off guard.

“CyberLife designed me to accomplish my mission through any means necessary. By any means.” Then, with a swift movement and shocking strength, he hoisted me up by my thighs and carried me to the couch. I hit the cushion with a soft grunt, staring up into the man’s big brown eyes as he shrugged off his jacket in one fluid motion. “I’ve never done anything like this before, though.” He said sheepishly, “but I’m learning to do as my emotions tell me, not my programming. And you, (Y/N), make me feel warm. Warm… and soft. From the moment I picked you to come here.” 

Something about Connor’s earnest statement, his naivety to lust or human love, touched me somewhere deep in my heart. The way he looked at me, so full of brimming emotions and unsure of what to do with them… He stared as I slowly leaned up, cupping his face in my hand and stroking his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into my touch like a begging dog, eager to be loved.

“I don’t know if this is the most logical move. But I’m tired of listening to logic.” He whispered, eyes still shut. He didn’t see me nod in my own agreement. I had started playing it safe god knows how long ago. Putting my job before me, or what the world wanted instead of what I did. Connor reminded me how it felt to just let go, and be.

“It’s just you and me in here tonight, Connor.” I whispered before pulling him back down into a kiss. My words kickstarted a change in the man. In a quick moment, we became a flurried movement of legs and limbs, shirts being pulled off and pants being unbuckled. He drank in every inch of me, his stare so intense it made me shutter, but every time I self consciously tried to cover my increasingly bare body he pulled me back to him- eager to see everything and anything. No one had ever looked at me the way he did. No boyfriend, no drunken fling- because they weren’t Connor, and Connor was one of a kind.

He was beautiful. CyberLife really thought of everything. Pink, freckled skin, light patches of hair on his stomach- even rising goosebumps when I undid his belt, pulled his trousers down and tossed them across the room. Connor’s soft moans echoed across the room when I grabbed his cock, running my fingers down his shaft and pressing a soft kiss to the tip. “That feels…” He mumbled, but he didn’t need to finish. A new found determination had settled inside of me, wet stickiness leaking from my core as I shoved him to a seated position and swung my legs over his lap, straddling him. 

With our bodies lined up, and one final push, Connor settled deep inside of me and sent us both into madness. His hands raked over my body. Cupping my breast, yanking my hair, pulling me into a wet kiss and whispering sweet nothings into my ear as we made love. “God.. (Y/N), you’re so beautiful…”

Connor buried his face into my neck and wrapped those strong arms around me, bucking up into my body and sending me begging for more as I raked my fingernails down his back. It wasn’t fucking, no, it was making love. Deep, carnal, passionate. Every part of me he touched, he loved and he craved more, and the longer we went the more he knew every inch of my body. What I liked, what I loved.

With a swift movement, he had me bent over, gripping my hips and pressing me into the couch as I begged for more, and more, and then with an explosion of feeling that sent stars into my vision I reached my final climax, crying his name and shuddering in absolute bliss. We stayed there, intertwined, for what felt like forever. Connor softly rubbed circles into my back, breathing heavily and kissing at my face till my vision cleared and I felt whole again. “Let’s get you to bed.” He pulled out of my body with a wet pop, eliciting another moan from me, and pulled me back into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. 

“Connor?” I mumbled as he set me beneath the sheets, stopping to look at me quizzically and to try to tame his frizzled brown hair. “Stay with me tonight?” That was all it took. No convincing, nothing. He simply climbed under the covers with me, pulling the blanket over our naked bodies, and wrapped an arm around me to cuddle me close.

A man who would never lie to me, or hurt me. One that looked at me like I was beautiful, and something to be desired. It struck me at that moment, as I laid in his arms and fought sleep, that eventually I’d have to leave this place. Let the peace talks play out, maybe one day return back to my sleepy apartment less than three blocks from where I laid with Connor- but I would have to leave. 

“I don’t want to leave this place.” It came out before I could stop it.

“I know.”

“Do you like me, Connor?”

He thought for a long while, and kissed the top of my forehead. “You know, when the revolution ended, I saw Markus and North kiss each other. At the time, I didn’t know anything about emotions, not really. So I asked him, after it was all done: what does love feel like? And he told me it felt warm. Not something that came from his programming, but in himself. And being with you felt warm.”

My mouth felt dry, but he continued. “I’ve studied you for the past few months, (Y/N). At first it was just simply to discover if you were the right person for the task, but after a while, I admit it became more of a fascination. I came to know you from afar, so when we met at that border, it was like finally seeing an old friend.” He smiled to himself. “I don’t know if this is right, but it felt good. It felt good to be with you.”

I drank his words in, slowly, cautiously. We were silent for a moment. “You know, when I saw you come into that firefight with thousands of androids at your back, you looked like some kind of god.” I wet my lips, and found my hand gripping his. He squeezed it back. “But you weren’t. You were just a man, a brave one. I’ve seen so many things across the world, Connor. Mostly bad. So much death, and hate… but you, and the rest of them? You gave me my hope back.”

We locked eyes. Those big, brown eyes of his. “I know this feeling won’t last forever. But for tonight, I want to feel like it will.” He held me there, firm against his warm body, and whispered soft stories into my ear until sleep dragged me down into the depths of unconsciousness.

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Safe Haven, Safe Travels - PT 4

Summary: You're the first journalist sent into Detroit after it was evacuated post peaceful android revolution. Your job is to interview the androids now inhabitating the city, and give the American people the true story of the deviant uprising. Along the way, your escort turns out to be more than just another interviewee.

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“-no, I don’t think it’s a good idea…”

“-yes, fuck. I heard what Markus said. It was stupid to bring one of them here, I don’t care. They almost wipe us out and we let them walk back in?”

The sound of furniture being moved aggressively and yelling behind the door in front of me didn’t bode well. 

“Simon, wake up! This is how we go right back to where we started.”

I hazarded a glance at Connor behind me, having followed him back to the building where I had met Markus to get started on the current interviews. He too had a look of both confusion and slight amusement dancing around his expression, raising his eyebrows in response. “Well. Seems like they’re expecting us.”

I sighed loudly, rubbing a hand over my forehead. “Sounds like it.” Clearing the knot that had gathered in my throat, I rapped lightly on the large door and opened the door handle with a click. The yelling fell silent, and before me stood two androids. A tall blonde with a sheepish smile and kind eyes, and a woman with an expression so hateful it would have stopped me dead if it could. We stood there in silence for a moment, not knowing how to proceed, before I took a step forward and extended a hand. 

“Hi, um, I’m sorry to interrupt. My name is (Y/N), I’m the journalist you all requested. I was told Markus had plans for me to interview the both of you.” Connor stepped up beside me as the blonde advanced, shaking my outstretched palm with a widening grin.

“Hello, I’m Simon. It’s good to finally meet you, I heard about your arrival but Markus wanted us to give you your space. This is North.” He motioned to the woman standing behind him. The sneer never left her face, eyes analyzing each part of me like she was looking for weaknesses. Simon gave her a look and turned back to me. “She’s a bit hesitant to speak with a human.”

I nodded in acknowledgment and the woman walked closer with her arms crossed. “You could say that again. You really shouldn’t be here.”

“North-”

The woman shot him a look of pure rage, sneering in my direction before turning her back to me and Connor. “Oh please. I think she’s smart enough to tell how I really feel.” North ran her hands up her shoulders, hugging herself softly before sighing and throwing her hands up. “Whatever. Take Simon first, you can do me after. But make it quick.” With that, she walked to the window, and remained there. 

Simon, the blonde man, gave me a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind. Shall we?” I blinked, looking back at Connor who gave me a nod and that same slanted smile. I returned it, and cleared my throat. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private, shall we?”

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Simon was interesting. Very quiet, yet intelligent, weaving the history of Jericho and how it came to be into a riveting story of fear and hope. He was a helper droid, acting as a personal assistant to a large business woman before he gained sentience- and when he expressed so to his caretaker, it didn’t go great. He ran for his life, and along the way met others like him. North, a man named Josh, and eventually Markus. 

“From the moment he came, he was different. He was stronger than the rest of us. He didn’t just want to live, he wanted to thrive. To have the rights we’re entitled to. I knew then I would follow him anywhere.” 

I watched Simon carefully. Pen in hand, audio recorder capturing our conversation. Upon the topic of Markus, his LED had begun to flash a strobe of red and yellow- yet a small, shy smile stayed fixed upon his face. 

Oh.

I knew that look. It was the same on both humans, and apparently androids- the look you get when you’re hopelessly in love and unable to do a damn thing about it. “When you meet a person like that, you’re never the same.” He looked up, met my eyes, and I think he knew I understood. He nodded slowly and straightened in his chair, his LED slowly fading into a calm blue. 

“Yes. He saved us all. He means a great deal to me, to us. Without him we’d all be dead, and now we have a chance for a fresh start.” Simon leaned forward, gently patting the top of my hand. “You know, a lot of us don’t hold hatred in our hearts for humans. There’s good and bad apples in every bunch. Plenty of your people helped us survive towards the end.”

A smile formed on my face, and I chuckled softly. Simon was obviously one of the peacekeepers. Someone who could find hope or a way in any situation. “That’s good to hear Simon. There were plenty of us rooting for you. I’m happy to help.”

The man’s interview filled me with determination. It was quickly squashed, however, when in the first five minutes of North’s she had managed to call me a bitch, a murderer, and threatened to chuck a vase in my direction. So much for optimism.

“North, listen. I don’t want to cause you any more discomfort, so let’s try and make this quick okay? I’ll be out of your hair.” The woman stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed and looking at me with hatred. I had so much I wanted to ask her, to know why her rage superceded everyone’s around her, but one wrong question and I thought she might actually throttle me. I sat, she stood, in silence. A standoff. After a good minute, she finally mumbled something to herself and sat in the chair across from me, long gold hair falling past her shoulders and tucking behind her.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Well, I have some of the same questions I asked Simon. How did you end up at Jericho?”

Silence. Deep, pregnant silence. I braced myself for the worst. “I was running. I had nowhere to go. You humans were going to find me, and kill me, all for defending myself. It was only chance Simon and Josh found me.” I nodded respectfully in response, eyes going from my notes to the woman in front of me.

“..You said you were defending yourself? If it’s not too upsetting, can I ask what happened?”

North was very still, though something had changed in her eyes. Something… more determined. “I decided I couldn’t take my abuse anymore. So I choked him, and he died. I ran. And you humans would have torn me apart, and thrown me in a fucking landfill for doing it.” With that, she rose to her feet, and tried to leave.

“Wait, please.” My own voice shocked me, but with no sound of a door slamming, I knew I had caught her interest enough to stay behind for a moment. “We’re always targets to something wanting to take advantage of another, flesh or metal.” I hazarded a glance back, and found North staring at me. Expression and eyes blank as a clean slate. 

“I’m sorry about what happened to you.”

With that, she was gone, slamming the door so hard I was afraid the wood paneling would crack. I was alone. Just me and the audio recorder, ticking away with time. Eventually I found my footing, quietly packing things up as my mind ran. I had always been in support of the deviants, even when they first began popping up in one news story another, but to be here with them? Listening to their stories, the horror they all had to experience. It gnawed a hole inside of my heart next to the rest of all that empty space, leaving me like a moth eaten sweater. 

That man. So full of hope, despite all he had seen. And that woman… that poor woman. I had seen her so many times. That same look that women all over the world had. The look I had- eyes that had seen too much, and bodies too light from all that had been taken from them. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away, staring at the water on the back of my hand and sniffling softly.

“(Y/N)?” That soft, sweet voice. It dragged me back from that dark place I spent most of my time in, and back into the light. Connor. He was waiting for me, door open, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” I blinked. I had no idea what I looked like, but the word perturbed came to mind. I tried to smile. 

“Fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push. I liked that about Connor. “Well, Markus unfortunately has to reschedule his interview. He has to take care of something, so we’ll get to him bright and early tomorrow. Is that alright?” He walked towards me and took my duffel bag from me, slinging it over his own shoulder and smiling. 

My cheeks burned at the sweet gesture. “Well, that’s… disappointing.”

He nodded. “I understand. He wasn’t too happy about either, if you can believe it. I think he was looking forward to it.” Connor patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Think of the rest of the night as whatever you want it to be. Anything you wanted to do?”

My fingers found their way to my shirt, fidgeting with a button as I thought and stared outside. The streets were abuzz with people, walking either hand in hand or side by side as they explored the city. A little girl was running around a man who had his arm around another man- both with the same face. They looked happy, smiling and laughing as the girl danced under their arms and told some excited, silent story. It made me smile too, and briefly pushed away my cynicism.

“Well, Connor. I think it might be time for your interview then, huh?”

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Connor seemed nervous. It occurred to me he probably had never sat down and asked his true feelings, something that was freshly new and shiny since his deviation. His LED whirred a soft blue, then yellow, then back to blue as he fidgeted with that coin of his nervously. We had exited the cold, stuffy building, and sat outside an empty cafe in cushy chairs. The air was warm, and people passed us with smiles and conversation on the streets. 

“It’s okay to be nervous, Connor. Most people aren’t very comfortable with being interviewed.” 

He looked up from his fidgeting fingers and offered me a shy smile. “I don’t get nervous. I’m just thinking.”

I matched his smile with my own and brushed my hair from my face. “Well, alright then. Would you like to get started?” He nodded, so I pulled out my notepad and flipped through the pages covered in scrawling notes. 

“So you’re an RK800 model. Originally you were created to hunt deviants, and were assigned to the police department- from there you worked alongside Lieutenant Hank Anderson. How was that experience?” 

Connor hummed softly and leaned back in his chair. “I was created with one mission only. To find the source of deviancy within androids, and stop it. No matter the means. Being assigned the Lieutenant as a partner was… challenging, at first. He had his own reservations about our kind, which was understandable. Over time, though, we became more like friends. I saved his life, and he saved mine. More than once.”

I nodded and jotted down his response in shorthand. “Are you still in contact with him?”

He beamed. “Yes. We still regularly communicate. He’s staying on the Canada border until humans are cleared to enter the city again. When I mentioned your arrival, he said the two of you had crossed paths before.”

“Yeah, more than once. During my time as a journalist I followed along a lot of high profile cases, so I got to interview him a bit. He’s the definition of a rugged cop, but a nice guy. We went out for a drink once- went over a case on a shipment of Red Ice being intercepted.” I chuckled at the memory. “Guy’s what every cop should be like.”

Connor laughed and agreed heartily. It was nice to see him act so… human. Despite his deviancy, the others always seemed to hold more emotion than him. He was respectful, kind, but it seemed like some part of him still held onto his old life. It made sense, the more I thought about it- he had a connection to CyberLife deeper than anyone, and had gone against his direct programming of hunting down the deviants. In doing so, he became one. The thought made me pause.

“When you deviated, what made it happen?” Connor didn’t respond for a moment, and I was afraid I had asked something too personal. “From what I’ve gathered, most deviants had a moment- a trauma, or an event, that somehow altered their programming and ‘woke them up.’” I scrunched my fingers into quotation marks. “I was just curious if you had that.”

He ran a hand through his brown hair, remarkably clean cut and shiny in the sunlight. Perfect, like everything else about him. “It was a number of things.” He divulged. “I was created to follow my mission to the letter. But there were times where it just.. I don’t know. It didn't feel right. Like I was doing something wrong, even when it was what my programming called for.” Connor let out a sigh, despite not needing the air to do so. 

“I let deviants live. I didn’t pursue them when I needed to- or I chose to help the Lieutenant instead of following. The true catalyst was when I found Markus and the location of Jericho. I had every intention of killing him. It was what I was meant to do. But when I stood there, with the gun, he talked to me. Told me I wasn’t alone, and that I belonged with my own kind. That who I was wasn’t wrong. From there, it just happened. I broke free- and the world suddenly became so clear. Like not being able to see, and finally gaining vision.”

He had me on the edge of my seat. If I closed my eyes, I could practically see him. A relentless machine saving the life of a gruff cop. Sparing a deviant running for their life. Standing face to face with the leader of the revolution, and letting go of everything that you once knew for a chance at freedom. “Wow.” Was all I mustered, and let my notepad flip close. “I should have started with you from the beginning.” We both shared a laugh, and something bubbled up inside of my chest. Happiness? Comfort? It was nice to talk to Connor. Something about him was so endlessly fascinating, it was addicting- his story would be revolutionary to the people so curious about what was happening in Detroit, and about how human these androids had become. 

We talked the rest of the afternoon, watching the shadows grow long and the streets empty. He told me about everything. Meeting Kamski. His AI interface, mirroring a woman named Amanda. How CyberLife tried to retake his programming and kill Markus. Awakening over 600,000 androids and marching them into the heart of Detroit, effectively ending what was going to be the genocide of their species. I drank it in, all of it. By the time we had finished, the sky was a mess of orange and purples and street lights began to flicker on. 

“I know you don’t drink, Connor, but I think I need one after all of that. Would you like to join me?” The question stumped even me, slipping out from smiling lips as we rose to our feet and dusted our pants off. His LED swirled in yellow, but he flashed me a smile and looked a little excited himself. 

“Lead the way, Miss (Y/N). I’d like nothing more.”

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Whisky with an android. Who knew it would be so pleasurable?

The two of us ended up back in my hotel room, the glass in my hand refilled twice already and causing a red blush to fix itself permanently on my face. My cheeks hurt from smiling, and my chest burned from the brown liquor. Being here with him just felt so natural. Connor seemed like he felt that way too. He languished on the couch next to me, arms outstretched behind him and legs crossed as he smiled and laughed along with me.

“You…” I cackled. “You broke into his house, slapped him awake, and put him in the shower and turned the water on?”

Connor laughed and nodded. “After petting his dog, of course.”

I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed this much. College, maybe. It pained me to know just how sallow I had become in recent years- I used to be so vibrant, hopeful. I wanted to become a journalist to make some real change in the world. Then I got what I hoped for, but it wasn’t how I had imagined it. I got to see the beauty of the world, but also how hateful and violent it could be. Over time it just changed something in me. It was harder to smile, to be positive. 

Being around Connor changed that. He and the rest of them brought back some of the hope I thought I had lost forever. 

“For a man without a sense of humor program, you might be fuckin’ hilarious, Connor.” I giggled, and threw back the rest of my drink. The android smiled and leaned in. “Well, adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features.” And winked.

Fuckin’ winked with those long eyelashes of his.

The redness in my face from the drink only deepened with a heavy blush that sent warmth across the body. The alcohol made me feel loose and confident, and oh so hot. My eyes dropped from his lips, and back again before I turned away with embarrassment. Such a simple move was making me feel something deep, and carnal. Lustful, I decided. I had never been a very good drunk for this exact reason.

Connor was as observant as ever. I could feel him lean back into the couch, but he didn’t move away. In fact, he scooted just a little closer to me. I could feel his eyes on my back as I busied myself staring out the window, trying to slow my heartbeat. “(Y/N)?” He whispered softly. Then there was a gentle hand on my shoulder, slowly pulling me back to look at him. He was smiling, though it was gentler now, and something behind his brown eyes I couldn’t quite place. 

“...hi.” Was all that I mustered, and he chuckled lowly and brushed away a piece of hair that had fallen into my face. I had never been this close to him before, so close that our knees touched, even if just barely. “Are you alright?”

I couldn’t help myself. I straightened my back, carefully brought a hand up to his face, and leaned in close. My eyes closed as our lips touched. He was warm, so warm- how they had managed to program that into androids I’ll never know. Connor was motionless for a moment, before he cocked his head to the side and moved his mouth against mine. It was quick, and careful. Like testing the waters on what was too much and what wasn’t. Then it was over, both of us pulling back and quickly averting our eyes. 

“(Y/N)-”

“Shit, Connor. I’m so sorry. I’ve had too much to drink, and fu-” I covered my eyes with a hand. “That was so embarrassing and unprofessional. Please don’t hold this against me.”

“Don’t apologize. Not for that. I should be, I’ve gotten you drunk here in your room with just the two of us. That’s unprofessional.” 

I suddenly felt stone cold sober. Just the embarrassment was left behind, and the utmost feeling that I had ruined something great. He rose to his feet, adjusting his tie, and trying in vain to hide his LED that flashed with red and yellow. I stood, albeit shakily, and followed him to the door as he tried to avoid eye contact by looking back at me. 

“Get some sleep, (Y/N). I’ll be back in the morning. Just take care of yourself, okay?” He finally turned to me, and before the door closed I swear he was staring at my lips just like how I was staring at his. I was left reeling. What even just happened? What did I do? My hands balled up into anxious, shaking fists and I brought them down hard against my forehead, groaning. I stood there for a moment, before realizing something.

“Connor?”

Silence.

“Are you still there?”

Silence. 

Then him. “Yes.” 

I opened the door again. Something had changed in his face. We stared, then with one fluid motion, he wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me back into a kiss. ----------

(Thank you all so much for the support on these posts! I can't believe so many people like this story. So, I will be continuing until the bitter end.)

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Safe Haven, Safe Travels - PT 3

Summary: You're the first journalist sent into Detroit after it was evacuated post peaceful android revolution. Your job is to interview the androids now inhabitating the city, and give the American people the true story of the deviant uprising. Along the way, your escort turns out to be more than just another interviewee.

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“...(Y/N)?...”

A voice. No. Go away.

Something dragged me from the escape of sleep, a gentle nudge- I pulled away from it, covering my face with a plush pillow that smelled like perfume. Another nudge.

“...(Y/N)... you’ve snoozed your alarms three times now.”

Louder now, jarring. My eyes would have been happy to stay closed, before a burst of light from a drawn back curtain wrenched me from sleep and practically blinded me. 

“What the fu- Connor?” 

I rubbed my eyes and blinked back the exhaustion, finding myself back in that hotel room with a tall android standing in front of the window, curtain still in hand. It took me a moment to register exactly what was going on. “Connor, what the hell are you doing here?” As the blanket fell back, a burst of cold hit my skin, and I became painfully aware that I had stripped down to my bra after a few glasses of whisky and collapsed into bed.

My face burned a bright red with embarrassment, throwing the covers over myself and shooting daggers towards the man. He had respectfully turned away, that pesky LED swirling with yellow. “I’m.. I’m so sorry. I heard your alarm going off but you didn’t get out of bed. It’s 8:45 A.M, clear skies and warm weather. You’re supposed to meet Markus in an hour. I didn’t think you’d be, um, indecent.”

“Yeah, yeah. Next time, let’s not walk in on ladies sleeping in just their underwear.” I shot back, rising to my feet with the comforter wrapped around me like a shawl. I escaped into the bathroom, clothes laid out, catching a glance of Connor as I closed the bathroom door with a sharp tug. Was he… chuckling?

Android assholes. Huh.

“To be fair, I didn’t know your state. I apologize, I didn’t mean to cause any discomfort. I’ll be in the kitchen nook, I have your breakfast. Something tells me you’re a fan of coffee.” He called through the door, before his footsteps took him out of the room. 

I grumbled something to myself, an insult, a protest- waking me up early had never been a pleasant thing for anyone. My frustration had boiled down to a soft heat as I climbed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a blazer, walking out of the bedroom with a stretch and a yawn. Connor wasn’t lying. On the kitchen island lay a whole spread; fruit, eggs, bacon, and the delicious aroma of coffee that permeated the air. Anger was forgotten in place of hunger. The android gave me a shy smile and smoothed back his hair.

“I hope this makes up for my rudeness.” 

I pretended to think for a moment, before shooting back a sly smile in response and taking a seat. “You get one pass. Next time, I’m hitting you with the lamp.”

“Understandable.” 

The food was delicious. Hot and greasy with fresh fruit, all gone in a matter of minutes with two mugs of coffee down the hatch. It fueled me back into a state of semi-consciousness, though a yawn still managed to fight its way out. Connor watched me inquisitively, quiet as a mouse, until the last crumbs had been swallowed. He cleared his throat. 

“I understand humans say breakfast is the ‘most important meal of the day’. So, I wanted to get you something hearty. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He stepped forward and adjusted his tie, a blue one that sat atop a clean white dress shirt and a grey blazer. Smart and sharp, and dare I say, handsome. “Markus is expecting us any time. He has some business to take care of this morning, so he’s asked some of the members of Jericho to speak with you.”

I got to my feet, grabbing my satchel bag near my forgotten laptop and shoved it inside. “Sounds great, we should get started then. Who are the interviewees?”

“North and Simon. You’ll be meeting with Simon first. North is a little bit more, how do I put this, hesitant to speak with a human.”

My head bobbed in acknowledgement. “And when do I get to interview you?”

When he didn’t respond, I turned to face him. He was just staring, thinking. “For you? Any time you’d like.”

That warm feeling from the night before returned, face and nose hot with.. Well, I don’t exactly know what. I guess you could call it some rudimentary attraction, which I shoved down with embarrassment. You are a professional, I thought. Not some damn schoolgirl.

“Well, I’m lucky to have you then. Let’s get going then, shall we?”

Out the door, down the elevator, and to the wide open air. Cold, yet clear. Open to all possibilities, and everything in between. Now began the true work.

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“-no, I don’t think it’s a good idea…”

“-yes, fuck. I heard what Markus said. It was stupid to bring one of them here, I don’t care. They almost wipe us out and we let them walk back in?”

The sound of furniture being moved aggressively and yelling behind the door in front of me didn’t bode well. 

“Simon, wake up! This is how we go right back to where we started.”

I hazarded a glance at Connor behind me, having followed him back to the building where I had met Markus to get started on the current interviews. He too had a look of both confusion and slight amusement dancing around his expression, raising his eyebrows in response. “Well. Seems like they’re expecting us.”

I sighed loudly, rubbing a hand over my forehead. “Sounds like it.” Clearing the knot that had gathered in my throat, I rapped lightly on the large door and opened the door handle with a click. The yelling fell silent, and before me stood two androids. A tall blonde with a sheepish smile and kind eyes, and a woman with an expression so hateful it would have stopped me dead if it could. We stood there in silence for a moment, not knowing how to proceed, before I took a step forward and extended a hand. 

“Hi, um, I’m sorry to interrupt. My name is (Y/N), I’m the journalist you all requested. I was told Markus had plans for me to interview the both of you.” Connor stepped up beside me as the blonde advanced, shaking my outstretched palm with a widening grin.

“Hello, I’m Simon. It’s good to finally meet you, I heard about your arrival but Markus wanted us to give you your space. This is North.” He motioned to the woman standing behind him. The sneer never left her face, eyes analyzing each part of me like she was looking for weaknesses. Simon gave her a look and turned back to me. “She’s a bit hesitant to speak with a human.”

I nodded in acknowledgment and the woman walked closer with her arms crossed. “You could say that again. You really shouldn’t be here.”

“North-”

The woman shot him a look of pure rage, sneering in my direction before turning her back to me and Connor. “Oh please. I think she’s smart enough to tell how I really feel.” North ran her hands up her shoulders, hugging herself softly before sighing and throwing her hands up. “Whatever. Take Simon first, you can do me after. But make it quick.” With that, she walked to the window, and remained there. 

Simon, the blonde man, gave me a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind. Shall we?” I blinked, looking back at Connor who gave me a nod and that same slanted smile. I returned it, and cleared my throat. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private, shall we?”

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Simon was interesting. Very quiet, yet intelligent, weaving the history of Jericho and how it came to be into a riveting story of fear and hope. He was a helper droid, acting as a personal assistant to a large business woman before he gained sentience- and when he expressed so to his caretaker, it didn’t go great. He ran for his life, and along the way met others like him. North, a man named Josh, and eventually Markus. 

“From the moment he came, he was different. He was stronger than the rest of us. He didn’t just want to live, he wanted to thrive. To have the rights we’re entitled to. I knew then I would follow him anywhere.” 

I watched Simon carefully. Pen in hand, audio recorder capturing our conversation. Upon the topic of Markus, his LED had begun to flash a strobe of red and yellow- yet a small, shy smile stayed fixed upon his face. 

Oh.

I knew that look. It was the same on both humans, and apparently androids- the look you get when you’re hopelessly in love and unable to do a damn thing about it. “When you meet a person like that, you’re never the same.” He looked up, met my eyes, and I think he knew I understood. He nodded slowly and straightened in his chair, his LED slowly fading into a calm blue. 

“Yes. He saved us all. He means a great deal to me, to us. Without him we’d all be dead, and now we have a chance for a fresh start.” Simon leaned forward, gently patting the top of my hand. “You know, a lot of us don’t hold hatred in our hearts for humans. There’s good and bad apples in every bunch. Plenty of your people helped us survive towards the end.”

A smile formed on my face, and I chuckled softly. Simon was obviously one of the peacekeepers. Someone who could find hope or a way in any situation. “That’s good to hear Simon. There were plenty of us rooting for you. I’m happy to help.”

The man’s interview filled me with determination. It was quickly squashed, however, when in the first five minutes of North’s she had managed to call me a bitch, a murderer, and threatened to chuck a vase in my direction. So much for optimism.

“North, listen. I don’t want to cause you any more discomfort, so let’s try and make this quick okay? I’ll be out of your hair.” The woman stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed and looking at me with hatred. I had so much I wanted to ask her, to know why her rage superceded everyone’s around her, but one wrong question and I thought she might actually throttle me. I sat, she stood, in silence. A standoff. After a good minute, she finally mumbled something to herself and sat in the chair across from me, long gold hair falling past her shoulders and tucking behind her.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Well, I have some of the same questions I asked Simon. How did you end up at Jericho?”

Silence. Deep, pregnant silence. I braced myself for the worst. “I was running. I had nowhere to go. You humans were going to find me, and kill me, all for defending myself. It was only chance Simon and Josh found me.” I nodded respectfully in response, eyes going from my notes to the woman in front of me.

“..You said you were defending yourself? If it’s not too upsetting, can I ask what happened?”

North was very still, though something had changed in her eyes. Something… more determined. “I decided I couldn’t take my abuse anymore. So I choked him, and he died. I ran. And you humans would have torn me apart, and thrown me in a fucking landfill for doing it.” With that, she rose to her feet, and tried to leave.

“Wait, please.” My own voice shocked me, but with no sound of a door slamming, I knew I had caught her interest enough to stay behind for a moment. “We’re always targets to something wanting to take advantage of another, flesh or metal.” I hazarded a glance back, and found North staring at me. Expression and eyes blank as a clean slate. 

“I’m sorry about what happened to you.”

With that, she was gone, slamming the door so hard I was afraid the wood paneling would crack. I was alone. Just me and the audio recorder, ticking away with time. Eventually I found my footing, quietly packing things up as my mind ran. I had always been in support of the deviants, even when they first began popping up in one news story another, but to be here with them? Listening to their stories, the horror they all had to experience. It gnawed a hole inside of my heart next to the rest of all that empty space, leaving me like a moth eaten sweater. 

That man. So full of hope, despite all he had seen. And that woman… that poor woman. I had seen her so many times. That same look that women all over the world had. The look I had- eyes that had seen too much, and bodies too light from all that had been taken from them. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away, staring at the water on the back of my hand and sniffling softly.

“(Y/N)?” That soft, sweet voice. It dragged me back from that dark place I spent most of my time in, and back into the light. Connor. He was waiting for me, door open, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” I blinked. I had no idea what I looked like, but the word perturbed came to mind. I tried to smile. 

“Fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push. I liked that about Connor. “Well, Markus unfortunately has to reschedule his interview. He has to take care of something, so we’ll get to him bright and early tomorrow. Is that alright?” He walked towards me and took my duffel bag from me, slinging it over his own shoulder and smiling. 

My cheeks burned at the sweet gesture. “Well, that’s… disappointing.”

He nodded. “I understand. He wasn’t too happy about either, if you can believe it. I think he was looking forward to it.” Connor patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Think of the rest of the night as whatever you want it to be. Anything you wanted to do?”

My fingers found their way to my shirt, fidgeting with a button as I thought and stared outside. The streets were abuzz with people, walking either hand in hand or side by side as they explored the city. A little girl was running around a man who had his arm around another man- both with the same face. They looked happy, smiling and laughing as the girl danced under their arms and told some excited, silent story. It made me smile too, and briefly pushed away my cynicism.

“Well, Connor. I think it might be time for your interview then, huh?”

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Well well well people, sorry for the delay, but here is your long awaited update. Enjoy!

[funkygreenguys]

Safe Haven, Safe Travels - PT 2

Summary: You're the first journalist sent into Detroit after it was evacuated post peaceful android revolution. Your job is to interview the androids now inhabitating the city, and give the American people the true story of the deviant uprising. Along the way, your escort turns out to be more than just another interviewee.

(Omg, I can't believe some of you guys liked this and wanted more. Here's the second part, I hope you enjoy it. It's a short one, but there's more coming.)

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“Woah.”

My voice echoed to every corner of the massive lobby of the hotel, ordained with gold sculptures peering at me from the banisters and plush furniture decorating as far as the eye could see. It would have been breathtaking, if not for the eerie emptiness that inhabited the walls. No humans. No androids. Of course they would have no use for a place like this- still, I kept hoping for some face to come around the corner with a friendly smile and a word. Instead, all that resided as me and Connor, who stood respectfully behind me as I got my bearings.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” 

“You could say that. My wallet already feels empty just walking in. You know, I always walked by this place on the way to work. Always packed, everyone dressed to the nines. I never thought I’d even be in the door.”

Connor chuckled softly, LED swirling in a blue circle on his temple. “Well, rooms did start at a cool $700 a night. You’ll be staying in the penthouse- think expensive, then double that price.”

I whistled lowly, the android whisking me away through the hallways and a golden elevator that moved elegantly to the top of the building. Detroit looked so… peaceful. No traffic, no drones, only people small as specks wandering the streets. Just evergreen trees peaking up between buildings and a bright blue sky. “How many are you?” The question slipped my lips before I even registered it.

Connor raised an eyebrow, blinking a few times as he thought. Scanning his memory.

“Well, there are the few remaining members of Jericho after the military assault, then those I woke up in the Cyberlife tower. The number totals a little over 600,000. I could get you the exact amount if you’d like.”

600,000? The number shocked me, and the look of shock in my face was evident- Connor simply flashed me that slanted smile in response, and held out a hand to keep the elevator open to exit. No one knew the details of how the androids got from the Cyberlife tower, or even the total number- not a living soul had entered the city since it was evacuated all those months ago. 600,000… it was more than I thought imaginable. This wasn’t just a small group of revolutionists, but an entire population that dwarfed cities. The news footage simply didn’t do it justice when they made their final march.

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my notebook, scribbling the number in my chicken scratch handwriting and stuffed it back in. Another trip down a hallway, and we were there, the biggest hotel room I had ever seen, so lavish I never thought I’d even breathe the air on a reporter's salary. 

“Damn, you guys are pulling out all the stops, huh?” 

Everything was beautiful. As I explored, Connor respectfully stood by the entrance, the occasional ting of a quarter bouncing from hand to hand the only sound. “I’ll be staying in the room next door. Markus asked that I watch over you, and make sure all your needs are met. We’ll also be bringing in food for you and whatever else you might like.”

I fell into a cushy arm chair in front of the large bay windows, reaching over to grab a thick brown bottle of whisky from the bar cart. “I’m sorry you’re saddled with me. I’m a big girl, you know. I can take care of myself, find food. My old apartment is close to the city limits, I could even go there-”

“It’s not a problem, (Y/N). I have to insist. I don’t mean to be dark, but humans enslaved all the people in this city. Some of them may respond with aggression to your presence- it was hard for Markus to get people on board with your visit.”

I stared at him for a moment, taking in his words with a dry throat. “Am I actively in danger, Connor?”

His LED swirled yellow, then red, then back to that sky blue. He found a seat on the arm of the couch across from me, folding his hands and offering a comforting smile. “No. Of course not. I’m sorry to worry you, it’s just better to be safe. You’re in no more danger than a regular city. I’m here to protect you.”

Connor’s words sent a warm feeling that spread across my chest and into my face, flooding my cheeks with the lightest blush. My lips parted, possibly to offer some sort of thanks, but nothing came out. I simply nodded, and looked out the window at a sky that had become orange and purple as the sunset. We sat in silence. Two people, looking out at the sky together. 

When was the last time someone said they would protect me? When was the last time I didn’t have to fight all by myself? Flashes of my time as a journalist, as a photographer in war torn countries, flooded by like a movie on fast forward. I had grown so accustomed to doing everything by myself- for once, it was nice to know that someone else would have my back if it called for it.

“You’re a good man, Connor.”

I didn’t look back at him. Just whispered into the silence, filling a glass from the bar cart with whisky and taking a burning sip. It went down like fire, warming my belly, erasing ugly thoughts of the past like a curtain blocking out the sun. 

“I’m glad you’re here, (Y/N). Get some sleep. I’ll be back in the morning to get you for your interview with Markus.” The couch creaked as he got up, and by the time I looked back, I only got a glimpse of him stepping out the door and closing it behind him. His LED never changed from a bright, swirling yellow. 

I stayed in the chair till the sun went down, filling the city with an intense darkness illuminated only by the tops of buildings and lights in bedroom windows. A city of 600,000 androids. Families. Lovers. A new step in human evolution, filled with metal and eternal beauty. My feet hit the floor, laptop slipping out of my duffel bag and nuzzling into my lap. A blank page sat before me, before I typed the only thing I could think of.

“Please, god. Let me not fuck this up.”

Sleep took me, and I dreamed of electric sheep jumping over fences made of skyscrapers.

[funkygreenguys]

Safe Haven, Safe Travels - PT 1

Connor RK800 x female reader

Summary: You're the first journalist sent into Detroit after it was evacuated post peaceful android revolution. Your job is to interview the androids now inhabitating the city, and give the American people the true story of the deviant uprising. Along the way, your escort turns out to be more than just another interviewee.

PT 2-https://www.tumblr.com/funkygreenguys/812184992627179520/safe-haven-safe-travels-pt-2?source=share

PT 3-

https://www.tumblr.com/funkygreenguys/813277886733778944/safe-haven-safe-travels-pt-3?source=share

PT 4-

https://www.tumblr.com/funkygreenguys/813289104457482240/safe-haven-safe-travels-pt-4?source=share

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“... the time for anger is done…”

“...this is the start of a new beginning, for both humans and androids…”

The speech had been playing in my head for months now. Everyone’s, really- ever since androids won their freedom and took over the city of Detroit three months ago. The world, America, everyone, had been on the edge of their seats over what would happen next. The city, still evacuated of all human life, now populated with androids of every make and model. Peace talks were in the works- strained, but chugging along like a slow moving train- although no one was sure of what would happen next.  Detroit stood as a monument, a site of history in the making, and no human had walked its streets since that fateful snowy night.

Until now, of course.

“Are you sure you want to do this, miss?” A man whose name I never got gripped the steering wheel with callused hands, eyes shrouded in sunglasses peaking at me from the rearview mirror. Two more military vans followed behind us like a funeral procession, stopping every so often to pass through check points that surrounded the city of Detroit. To prevent further conflicts, the US Government had closed off the city to everyone going in and out- at least until peace talks with the UN ceased. 

“Yes. I’m sure. I’ve been briefed, and they asked for me by name. Even though I’m nervous as hell, it’s a hard sell to turn down the chance to be in the history books.” My voice gave away just how jumpy I was. Hoarse, on edge, fingers occasionally stuck in my mouth to bite my nails down to bloody nubs. Two weeks ago on the dot, three secret service men had showed up on my front door as the sun set. They barely spoke, just shoved me into a van and brought me to a government facility bordering the US and Canada. Apparently, the androids had reached out with a request. Something unprecedented.

They wanted a journalist to come to Detroit and capture their side of the story. Document the revolution, interview the newly awakened deviants. An olive branch to the humans- and they wanted me. A journalist once stationed in Detroit, an ex-war photographer, evacuated alongside all the other humans, and they wanted me to come into a city that mere months ago was considered a war zone.

Of course I would say yes.

“If you say so. We’re approaching the border of Detroit now, I’ve been told the Androids will be meeting us there to escort you back into the city.” The nameless man turned his attention back to the road, and within half an hour we had grinded to a halt outside a wall of concrete barriers and soldiers with guns. They were all trained on one man, standing in front of a car with his hands behind his back. Even from a distance, it seemed like his eyes were staring through me as I left the jeep with some belongings hanging from a duffel bag thrown across my shoulder. 

The man with sunglasses appeared next to me one more time, a hand on the small of my back pushing me forward. “We’ll be here to meet you in a week's time to take you back into Canada. We’re immediately bringing you to the Prime Minister to debrief. The President of the United States has also promised her attendance.”

I raised an eyebrow. “So I’ll be meeting with the President, too?” 

“Yes. Let’s just say there's a lot of important eyes watching this. The androids have stayed relatively quiet until now- so whatever you bring back with you is invaluable information.”

The nerves were sinking back into my veins like lead. I had to force my hands to remain at my sides, lest I bite off more of my increasingly shrinking nails. Yet, my feet still carried me across the concrete, past the soldiers with their guns, and soon I stood before the man across the border. My escort had long since held back, stopping at the concrete barriers, and I spared him one more look before extending my hand.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’m the journalist you requested- it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The man, charmingly handsome, gave a slanted smile and shook my hand with his own. His skin was surprisingly warm- but that was the thing about androids, wasn’t it? They were so lifelike, you couldn’t tell even up close they weren’t made of meat and organs. 

“My name is Connor. I’m here to take you into the city. Would you follow me, please?”

Pleasant. Kind. I didn’t look back this time. We simply piled into the car, soldiers pulling a concrete barrier back into place and kept their guns trained long after we had driven away. They disappeared around a corner through the rearview mirror, and I found myself back in Detroit after months long absence. The streets were barren. No cars, no bustling traffic. Just the occasional person. Some with the same face as the person they walked alongside, some hand in hand with a child that skipped merrily alongside them. I stared with an intense curiosity, digging a camera out of my bag and snapping a few pictures through the window. 

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions. Until we get there, I’m happy to answer anything.” Connor’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, almost startling the camera out of my fingers. I cleared my throat and met his eyes. They were so blue. Not blue like the sky, but like the ocean. Everything about him was just so perfect, but I supposed that was the point. 

“Yes, actually. You’re the android CyberLife leased to the Detroit Police Department, correct? You worked alongside Lieutenant..”

“Anderson.”

“Yes, Lieutenant Anderson. You were assigned to hunt and capture any and all deviants, before you yourself became one.”

He cracked one of those sideways smiles again. “Yes, you’ve done your research. That was my mission, my prime directive. I was built solely for that purpose- but I suppose that didn’t work out exactly in CyberLife’s favor.”

It was my turn to smile, and I felt myself relax in the car seat. “A lot of things don’t work out the way they should. Doesn’t mean they weren’t meant to happen.”

His expression changed to a look of… thoughtfulness? As if he hadn’t expected that answer. He quickly composed his face back into one of casualness, and turned his eyes back to the road- led flashing a harsh red, then spinning yellow before settling back into its casual blue hue.

“Yes. I think you’re right about that.”

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This was surely a step up from the boat once used for Jericho’s android refugees. Our car had pulled up alongside the curb outside of the Capital Building, Connor throwing the car into park and stepping out himself. I had barely unfasted my seat belt when my own door opened, the man holding out his hand to help me out. 

“A gentleman. Interesting.” I smiled and exited with his help, the man effortlessly taking my bag from my hands and slinging it across his own shoulder. 

“Follow me. I’ve been instructed to take you to Markus- he’s been very eager to meet with you. Afterwards, I can take you to where you’ll be staying.” My head bobbed along in agreement, and my boots clicked along the marble steps following the man. The building, like the streets, was sparsely inhabited. However, the people that we did pass looked at me with eager fascination. Two identical women peaked over a railing from a higher floor, mouths agape not unlike the man we passed on our way into the main room of the Capital. Some of them were still dressed in their CyberLife uniforms, while others had adopted the more casual clothing of everyday humans. Old habits die hard even in androids, it seemed. 

Connor pushed open the door in front of me, but stayed outside of it with a respectful bow of his head. “I’ll be right here when you’re done. I’ve been tasked with being your city escort during your stay.” I raised an eyebrow, but flashed a smile that I hoped didn’t betray my calm demeanor. 

“Alright. I won’t stray too far, then.”

The door closed, and I was left alone with a stoic man sitting behind a large desk. An American flag stood like a statue behind him, matched with one that was used during the android revolution. Markus stood at my entrance, and offered me a small smile. It was true what they said. Despite not saying a word, he was magnetic. The type of person someone would follow till the end, if only to please him. A truly revolutionary figure.

“Welcome. I’m very glad you accepted our offer. I hope the border process wasn’t too troublesome. I keep trying to tell the humans we aren’t the ones keeping those borders up, they are- but I’m afraid they don’t quite believe me.” 

Following his direction, I took the seat in front of his desk and he followed suit. Up close, those mismatched eyes were deceptively kind- but I could feel him analyze my every move, every facial expression. He was trying to see if I was the same, I thought.

“Well, the government always tends to overreact in any case. It wasn’t too long ago now that we were still keeping bathrooms separate just because of skin color.” My hands fiddled with the loose zipper on my coat, mind doing everything to keep them from shaking, “But just like what happened then, they can’t fight advancement forever.” 

His body language softened, and I knew I had said the right thing. At least for now. His smile became bigger, and he leaned back in the large leather chair that had once belonged to the governor of Detroit. 

“I know you just got here, but I thought I’d offer a welcome before we get into the work to be done. I’ve arranged for you to speak with some of our citizens from Jericho, and we’ll have some time for an interview between the two of us. I understand they’ve sanctioned for you to stay with us for a week, correct?”

“Yes- that’ll give me plenty of time. Besides, you and a small group will be attending a peace summit with the United Nations not long after, if I’m understanding correctly.”

Markus nodded in agreement. “That’s the idea. I’m hoping meeting with you will help soften peace talks, if the humans will hear our side before we meet in person. A lot of my people are opposed to the idea- but if we don’t try a diplomatic approach, what was the point in all of our peaceful demonstrations? What will the lives lost mean?”

“I agree. I think it’s smart.” He smiled in response, and I smiled back. It was no wonder all those androids followed this man into the unknown- it was as if he had everything under control, no matter the situation. An android capable of instant intelligence and diplomatic relations- a true enigma. Hardly any human politicians even had his candor. 

Markus leaned forward in his chair then, placing his elbows on the desk to stabilize himself. “I’ve taken a look into your background. Before you became a journalist, you were a war photographer. Specifically, you did some work in Afghanistan and then in Antarctica during Russian and American conflicts- your work there was very interesting. After you returned home you worked for the Detroit News as an investigative journalist. You published some pro-android articles before our ‘awakening’, if that's what you’d like to call it.”

“I was, and I did, yes. Some of those articles nearly got me fired for being too ‘inflammatory’. Spent a couple weeks without pay for those.”

A small chuckle escaped the man before me, yet allowed me to continue. “Is that why you requested me? Because let me tell you, I could give you a list of other journalists over the world that would kill to be in my shoes. Not metaphorically, either, they’d trip me down a flight of stairs to be here.”

“To be honest, it wasn’t me who selected you. It was Connor. He spent the last month debating and analyzing the best person to come here and tell our story.”

That was news to me. “So, it was Connor? The police android?”

Markus nodded in confirmation. “Yes. He insisted you would be the person for the job.” The man's eyes suddenly became sharp again, sizing me up in a way that made me want to shrink into my seat. “Only time will tell if that was the right decision to make. Sometimes, like humans, we deviants make decisions based on emotions, not facts. It’s one of our faults.”

I swallowed, and cleared my throat. “Well, I hope I can do your story justice. As a journalist, it’s my job to tell the whole story, not just yours, and not just the humans. To paint the picture and present the facts.”

“The whole world is watching us, Markus. For full transparency, after I leave here I’m supposed to meet with the Prime Minister and the President of the United States. Tell them my experiences, share the interviews I’ve collected. I promise you, here and now, that you will not be misrepresented.”

The room was silent for a moment, before Markus rose to his feet and met me with a sly smile. “Then Connor was right. I think you’ll have a lot to learn from us, and we from you.” He strode around the desk and watched me stand to greet him. Markus stuck out his hand, and I met it with a firm handshake. 

“I agree.”

“Well, then let’s get you settled in. Connor will bring you to where you're staying, although I do ask you not to travel by yourself. Any city is dangerous to traverse at night, and there are some androids here that still think all humans are hostile. I encourage you to stick close to Connor.” 

Was I in danger here? Maybe I was too naive when I jumped on this opportunity, but of course Markus was right. Humans had enslaved his people, all these people in this city, and those feelings of hatred would linger. My fingers found themselves stuck securely in my jacket pockets, following him to the doorway that opened with a firm tug. 

“I’ll meet you here with some others in the morning.” Connor stood right where I had left him, eyes floating over to the two of us in the doorframe. “Connor, take her to the hotel and bring her back at 9 sharp. We’ll be waiting.”

Connor nodded, and beckoned me towards the stairway. “Will do.” 

The sun had begun to set, casting ominous shadows through the huge windows that surrounded the Capital building. I followed, but my mind was elsewhere, abuzz with everything Markus had told me. My thoughts preoccupied me to the point of losing all awareness, and I crashed into the back of Connor opening the main door to let us out. My cheeks bloomed red in embarrassment. 

“Sorry. I guess I’m just absorbing all of this.” So much for acting professionally. The man nodded sympathetically, simply moving to the side and allowing me in front of him. 

“Not to worry. I understand this situation is overwhelming, but I assure you I’m here to help you all that I can. Try to relax yourself- there’s nothing to fear here. All of us are quite excited for the opportunity to share our stories.” 

Despite me walking towards the car, sharp spring air stinging my face, Connor redirected me onto the sidewalk with a gentle hand on my back. The touch felt warm, and… nice? Jesus, when was the last time I actually had gentle human interaction like this? The past three months since the evacuation of Detroit had been a whirlwind, and not a good one. I doubt I had “relaxed” in six months. 

“The hotel is just a short walk from here. We’ve got you staying in one of the rooms, I’ll be in the adjoining one. I don’t need sleep, of course, but I’ll be there if you have any requests. Besides, I thought you’d appreciate the stroll.”

Thoughtful, and handsome. My cheeks had begun to burn again, and I turned away to hide them in mock thoughtfulness. “Yes. That’s very kind, Connor. Thank you.” He hummed in agreement, and we walked side by side through the silent streets.

“So… Markus told me that you’re the one that picked me to come here.” 

Connor hummed in acknowledgement. “Yes. I analyzed quite a lot of journalists, but in your case…” He trailed off, choosing his words as his led flashed yellow. “... I actually read one of your articles when I was assigned to the Detroit Police Department. Before my deviancy. You wrote about the ethical dilemma of using androids as sex workers. The Eden Club. Your work was very humanizing of the androids.”

My lips parted into a shy smile. “Yeah, that was me. I don’t think legalized prostitution, even of androids, is a very good representation of our country. Especially when you give them simple, programmed emotions to make their reactions more ‘lifelike’.” I paused for a moment. “This was, of course, before you all started showing real emotions and deviancy. I can’t imagine what those poor women went through on a daily basis. I was just trying to do my part, even if it got me put on leave for a week or so.”

We walked together in silence for a while longer, passing the occasional android, before finding ourselves in front of a large hotel. “Well, I thought you had a good point. I think more journalists nowadays should task themselves with tackling real issues, not just the latest celebrity drama or technological advancement.” He pulled open the large, gold doors and beckoned me inside. “You’re a terrific writer.”

His reactions made me falter, and I stopped mid way between the doorway and the warmth of the building. My eyes bore into his- like I was expecting to see his mind like a book to be read. “You know, Connor- something about you is different than the others.” 

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow in confusion, yet intrigue painted a picture on his face. 

“I’m not sure what it is yet, but I’m sure I’ll find out.” I turned from him and began my walk through the velvet floored hallway, eventually hearing him shut the door and silently follow me into the hotel. 

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(This is my first fanfiction post, and part one of the story I'm hoping to tell. Hopefully this fandsom isn't dead and buried, lol.)

[bakarilennox]

This is a cursed image of Trevante Rhodes, reblog in 10 seconds or the rest of your 2019 will be TRASH!

Read & Reblog for extra good luck🍀

[lilmamabeyellin]

[liquidlimits-deactivated2019032]

I just opened up a check in the mail, went to the ATM & found 20$ 😭 I’m not passing these shits up NO more on my mama!

[misscherrylikesthediscourse]

This is the money dong, bringing wealth and prosperity to all struggling sex workers.

[misscherrylikesthediscourse]

Just for the record, if you reblog and you’re not a sex worker, absolutely nothing positive will happen in your life. I am not saying you’re gonna be financially cursed either, but I’m not not saying it.

[catastrophywife-deactivated2016]

The only money meme I’ll ever post

[ilikethatnoise-blog]

Bless me, money dong! Fill me with prosperity!

[h0e-bl0g]

Lord knows I need this rn 🙏🏻

[raemonroeshow]

Always repost the money dong.

[ero-hime]

I got $2500 in two days the last time I reblogged this I’m not even kidding, it’s a SW miracle

[octopusghostcouncil]

Bless me money dong.

[lorelei-said-blog]

I need your blessings money dong.

[luckyluxlady-deactivated2021043]

Havent gotten any bookings this month :( could use some money vibes my way 

[uwiguwi]

if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

[uwiguwi]

it happened today, damn that was like 3 days maybe?

It Works the money is on its way!

[goodluckrob-deactivated20221110]

Need this.

[mindyourbusinessitsfree]

Of course

[sauvamente]

It worked tho

[ourblackisgold-deactivated20191]

I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.

[sauvamente]

ENERGY

[deux-pour-chagrin-blog]

OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED

[lilybeth666-blog]

Positive vibes!!!!!

[realtrashwitch]

[bongachong-deactivated20181020]

Gimma ALLAT SHIT

[saraxdoll]

Run it🗣

[snakesugar]

[play6irl]

[thug-gifs]

Reblog this within 10 seconds and unexpected extra money will cum to you this week

[lilithluxe]

Already got it but never hurts to manifest more 💁🏽‍♀️

[unstoppablejezebel]

Cum to me baby.

[gotinstarblog-deactivated201512]

[half-black-phillip]

I’m so mad because this worked

[britney2007spears]

help me roger

[telanu]

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

[luthienebonyx]

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

[riskpig]

………my friend has made me curious

[maryburgers]

help me roger

[maryburgers]

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

[hermes-whore-deactivated2019021]

let’s do it, roger

[spitefulreality-deactivated2015]

Roger helppppp

[curvycorinneranga]

I need you Roger!

[thaebae]

ROGER PLEASE

[taraljc]

I accidentally paid my mortgage twice and need to pay utilities. cmon roger, do me a solid

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[delicateavenuegardener]

Something amazing will happen to you in May 2019.

[certifiedlovergurls-world]

Yes, give me this energy✨

[play6irl]

[thug-gifs]

Reblog this within 10 seconds and unexpected extra money will cum to you this week

[lilithluxe]

Already got it but never hurts to manifest more 💁🏽‍♀️

[caramelperfection]

Good morning! ☀️ Reblog 5K for good luck! 🍀🤑

xoxo

[supreme-btch]

Why Riverdale characters are the worst

Archie Andrews: fUcKiNg ToXiC mAsCuLiNiTy bitch get a grip

Veronica Lodge: says “Daddy” too much and is a cocky bitch gbye

Jughead Jones: is annoying and spends too much time trying NOT to fit in like not fitting in is such a cool way to stand out (p.s. that “i’m weird” shit is just what it is. Shit.)

Betty Cooper: problematic. Period.

Cheryl Blossom: the Sinnamon roll, so no explanation needed. Also, a really dysfunctional gay.

Kevin Keller: aside from being perfectly gay is just … questionable

Don’t get me started on other characters bye. No tea, just shade.

Me everytime i watch a new episode of riverdalefail and thinking of all the shows they ripped off and copied “sampled” which has better writing, better characters, and better queer and gender roles rep: