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COLLIDER ACTIVATED... WELCOME TO NEW YORK.
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est. 01.01.2019
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“Lieutenant.” Connor said stiffly, walking into the lounge room where Hank was currently relaxing on the couch. Connor had a strange look on his face, eyebrows furrowed and moving in a way that looked uncomfortable. His head twitched to the side slightly, reminiscent of WR600 android ‘Ralph’ they encountered a year ago.
“I think I have a virus-”
"A Virus? How the fuck does an android even G E T one of those? You goin' on some shady sites there, Kiddo?" A Crooked grin crept on his face then as he stood up, arms already extended outwards towards the Android, ready to catch him if he were to loose his footing.
"How do we get rid of it? Ya'd think that you guys were far too advanced to get shit like this."
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“Humanity has not progress with baby steps, it did so with leaps and strides and I would have it no other way for Connor. It was a stressful few minutes yes, but ultimately it brought out the best, deny all you like Leuitenent, we both know I’m right”
Elijah would allow the man to make his jabs, to be as uncouth as he desired, but the creator would have the last word in, as he always did.
“You think I don’t experience a result of this? My good man I created androids. I promised the world that they could never turn, never harm. And here we are, after an uprising that left hundreds dead. Comparatively a small number maybe but- You’re sadly mistaken Hank”
Elijah laughs, an empty sound, eyes falling shut for a moment before he lifts a hand to the bar man, a drink being slid along the bar towards his waiting palm.
Something small but undoubtedly strong by the smell.
“No. As happy as I am to see the fall out I will admit the last few weeks have become rather stressful. I was going to be called upon by the international regulators office as one point, I even heard rumors of ‘terrorist offenses’ being smeared against my name…but given the outcome of Deviation, with androids being actual ‘people’ and no longer mere objects, luckily for my sake some are hesitant to punish me for what is the awakening of a species we enslaved”
He shrugs and knocks his drink back, motioning for another.
“But this, as does everything, will pass. I won’t dwell on the situation as it is, but instead look forward to what will become of it all. Come now… you must be at least a little but excited, aren’t you Hank?”
Elijah definitely took Hank off his guard. The irritated expression that was all over Hank's face had faded to that of realization and -- what could have come off as guilt -- Something Hank was F A R too familiar with. Blue hues that were focused on the rust colored drink before him now shifted over to the creator, giving him the full attention that he deserved -- because of Hank's assumptions, he didn't see past the night he had met the man -- the night that made Hank bitter and Connor in peril.
--But as the android revolution came to a close and they got the rights that they demanded, it was far from over. Working with the DPD, there were still crimes against androids, the people that still did not agree with the uprising, and with Hank now working on the cases A G A I N S T androids -- he saw them all. So while the officers handled the violent cases, Hank had no idea that Elijah had to deal with far worse; the Media.
Watching the bartender get a drink for the creator, he eyed the poison he chose. Seemed the two of them were not so different after all; the stronger the better. Easier to drown. Lifting his hand up to the Bartender, though Hank's drink was still full, he got the mans attention. "Put it all on my tab." he mumbled to the bartender and turned his attention back to the creator, cerulean hues now locked onto Elijah. "Let me buy you a drink."
If Hank had to go through all the shit that Elijah was -- He feared that a drink just W O U L D N ' T be enough to calm his nerves. Hell, just working with the DPD Still gave Hank thoughts and desires of ceasing the monotony of the day, despite everything that had happened with the androids and his partner Connor -- it was a long term issue that always lingered on his back like a weight -- breaking him down.
So while Anderson wasn't very good with his words, the least he could do were actions; and buying this man a drink was a start. Sure, he could probably afford this whole bar - but it was the thought that counts.
"--Of course I'm excited." He then spoke up after a moments pause from speaking with the bartender. "I ain't never seen Connor this happy -- it's all he fuckin' talks about now." Eyes shifting to his drink, sliding the ice cubes around in the short glass. "Ya know -- It was so E A S Y to hate you. I never talked to Connor about it -- even after the night we went to you, I never brought it up again. But damn if I didn't forget. But I recall you sayin' something about an exit -- I dunno, I don't get all this mechanical android bullshit -- but--" He turned again to the other -- without this pompous asshole sitting next to him, he would never have Connor.
"--- Guess we have you to thank."
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▌ ▲▐ ───── “Lieutenant Anderson?” A familiar voice came from his left, one Hank would know anywhere. A voice he hadn’t heard in a few days. The android had disappeared quite suddenly off his radar sometime the week prior. It was not a shocking turn of events, for at times Connor had gained a certain amount of wanderlust and vanished without a trace for short periods of time. Always to return, always with a smile on his face and a story to tell.
Yet as the lieutenant spotted the tall, slender for of his partner thus all feelings of welcome homecomings faded away. For the visage which graced him with its presence, the usually warm hazelnut eyes always bright and observant stared at him now with a dulled and cold gaze. The face which always aimed towards him some gentle expression of endearment lay blank, unreadable as stone.It caused a shiver throughout. What was this?
“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife?” This had to be a joke. Connor using his superhuman control over the intricate little muscles of his face, the inflection of his voice and mood in order to play some elaborate prank on him. Surely… “I’ve been assigned as your partner.” This was a prank. “I look forward to working with you.” Right?
It had been a few days since Connor had returned home to Hank. Though the Lieutenant missed him, missed his company and his weird quirks, he let him have the freedom that he so well deserved. He had no right to deny the android that. Though the days that Connor was gone were the hardest to get through, the moment he returned, the hard times quickly subsided to return to better. Blue hues shift to the other, his partner that he had grown so very attached to, so accustomed to seeing. Upon hearing his name called, though it was more of a professional way to address him, it was probably just a strange old habit for him. Hank rolled his eyes at Connor not using his first name, but would probably find a way to tease him for it later. Sliding his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes shifted to take in the other’s expression - his demeanor. Hank's subtle cheerful expression seemed to fade -- Something was O F F. Connor didn't seem like his amiable self as he stood a good distance away, the space between them seeming colder than the air around them.
If this was some sort of joke or prank, Hank did N O T appreciate it. Brows furrowed, he took a few hesitant steps towards Connor, trying to lessen the gap between them, a distance that Hank once demanded the android keep. But Hank's steps stopped in their tracks when Connor recited the formal, almost robotic phrase that Hank had heard more times than he had wished. The way he stood, how he spoke and the almost mechanical look in his eyes sent ice down his body, a shiver making his hairs stand on ends.
With an almost insulted chuckle escaping him, his gruff voice held daggers towards the Androids lousy stunt that he was trying to pull. "Connor! Cut the shit -- this ain't funny at all! You have a really fucked up sense of humor, you know that?"
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Elijah may have been on the closer end to forty then thirty but he couldn’t help the way his pulse quickened at the others words.
Oh of course Hank hated him, down right despised him, but if anything that only made him that much more interesting. The billionaire was anything if not persistent.
“Good evening to you too detective. Luckily my ‘party’ will continue without my presence. It seems things are a lot more interesting down here”
His glanced back to the main room, the music a little louder now that some of the officers were a few drinks down. No one wanted to make a fool of themselves, but if they had to be here most would take the edge off with at least a little helping hand.
“Surly a party is well deserved, from what I’ve seen the DPD has been working overtime. The city is rather….lively as of late is it not?”
Some area’s of crime had dropped where as others had risen sharply. Mainly reports of ‘stolen’ androids and destruction of public property (Cyberlife stores or warehouses) and riots, but the actual death toll was slim. Marcus and Connor were doing a good job of keeping the deviants free but free from bloodshed, wanting a revolution not a war.
“…You dislike me. I understand. What I did to Connor, you see it as cruel? I can see why”
His tone made that sound debatable. The man having a concept of cruelty but not an empathic understanding of why his actions were wrong.
“I could see a spark in him, potential. I wanted to draw it out. My method may have been extreme but the end result is proof enough. That seed of humanity only flourished at the prospect of death. Besides… I would have never let him hurt my Chloe. I’m quite good with my hands Leuitenent, even if he had of been a disappointment and shot her…I would have fixed her up just fine, I promise you that much”
Hank should have K N O W N better-- As if this man would just listen to his request and waltz away with not another word. Considering the past encounter that he had had with Elijah, it wasn't going to be T H A T easy. In the back of his mind he wished it would, but he just awaited the trepidation of the mans insistent talking.
Elijah was relentless in how he forced a one sided conversation on Anderson; he hated it. Blue eyes being dragged down by the dark circles underneath, he stared into the shallow glass of his poison of choice, feeling the agitation rise from within his gut. A very audible sigh escaped parted lips. He came down to the bar to get away from the commotion and the most lively thing at the party seemed to have tracked him down and latched on to him like a P A R A S I T E.
Silent, but not at all showing a hint of patience, Hank had no other choice but to sit here and begrudgingly listen to the creator. He knew if he was to get up and traverse through the party room, he'd be stopped by too many of his drunken coworkers - desperate for small talk about work or their achievements. He already did that all day, why was he forced here again? So here Hank sat, not looking at the other, not even giving that subtle nod to show he was listening.
But it seemed Elijah knew how to strike a nerve, Jeering at his words, irritated blue hues finally shifted to look askance at Elijah. What he had done to Connor was far beyond E X T R E M E - it was down right inhumane - coming from the man who once swore his hatred for the androids, he did nothing now but defend them.
"'Extreme'." He echoed, "You sure gave him way more than he was ready to handle. You ever heard of subtlety? For fuck's sake -- he was J U S T starting to question the mission, starting to see things differently, and then you throw T H A T shit in the mix?" a scoff and then he raised his drink up to his mouth, idly and almost automatically going to his crutch. "Must be easy - ya ain't got'ta deal with the effects of it, so o'course you're going to rattle everyone."
However, to be fair, for the investigation they didn't really have time for Connor to 'Find himself'. What Elijah had done definitely accelerated his deviancy. -- but D A M N if Hank was going to let go of that grudge.
your past is dead YET it still haunts you AND you let it
