[h8anderson]

Feels like I’ve got two cases going on at once. The first, the primary, one is the usual. Someone’s dead and now it’s my problem. We know who did it, the question is just how to get it pinned on the right guy, how to get the right words out. If you think it’s thrilling, it’s not. I’m an old cat and all the mice are rotten in this city.

The second case is me and it’s gone cold a long time ago. Everybody still gossips. I can hear it a room over, or sometimes it’s the intern doing a double take when he shouldn’t. Fuck ‘em, right? I do my job. But no, that’s my problem too. Everything in this fucking department is always my problem. I got assigned this case fifty fucking years ago. I thought I had it sorted out, it was one of the easy cases, the kinds you just breeze through and look back on with pride.

Somebody insert a laugh track here.

It’s 7am. Back to the grind. See you on the other side, maybe.

[h8anderson]

@sgaradh​ | prev.

With a small twitch of his head like a reversed nod, Hank lifts his hand and gestures dismissively. I don’t know. Great. So nobody knows. Not that he expected more, but the questions still burn. The man (and he doesn’t correct himself here) is an enigma, even to himself; perhaps that’s the closest Hank will ever get.

“Fine, alright. I’ll stop the cross-examination.”

He returns to his table, to his work, and a fleeting thought of home enters him and leaves him as he loses focus on Connor. He’s not sure he wants to go there. Work is like a shower: he doesn’t want to come in, doesn’t want to get out. At least here, he can pretend he’s got a purpose.

“What’s ‘late’ to you anyway? You got somewhere to be, someone to see?”

Hank’s got paperwork. He’s got a crime from last week sitting on the desk going nowhere fast, another solved and sorted and requiring all the writing he hasn’t done. He lifts his head again, tilts it towards Connor.

“Hey, Connor - it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Alright? You can go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[h8anderson]

[h8anderson]

@sgaradh​ | prev.

Hank feels a sense of disappointed slip into him like an injection of lead. He leans back with a roll of his eyes before setting his vision upon the android again.

“Programming, huh. That’s all it’s ever been.”

He’s giving Connor a sharp, piercing look now; he lets it stretch, lets it become invasive, uncomfortable. Whether the damn thing can feel it, he doesn’t know. At least it should send his social programming into a state of mild alert.

“Remind me again, why did CyberLife do such a blatantly terrible job with you? Why you’re - like that, if it’s just what they always wanted you to be. They gave you a job, you fucked that up. They told you to take orders, but you don’t, not really, do you? And that’s just the way you’ve been from the beginning; back before androids were a thing, that was called ‘bad programming’. I’d like to think there’s more to it than that with you.”

Pause.

“That there’s a reason you don’t change beyond some genius up the chain fucking up at his job.”

Maybe it’s just that he doesn’t want to be played like that. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s projection. But he wants to know; what the fuck is it that makes Connor tick? As much as he’d like to pose it as such with the usual marketing speech, working with Connor hasn’t exactly ever been ‘harmonious’.

[h8anderson]

// Okay now WHO in this house do I owe a reply to.........

[h8anderson]

[ I am not a deviant. I don't want anything. ]

Quarantine has outright carved all creativity out of me. I neither have the passion nor the energy to go forth with anything groundbreaking. Thus, I return to the two things that I feel confident with - nudity and robo parts.

[h8anderson]

// mun here hello, asking for a friend - are you guys allergic to modest nudes with nothing showing? I made an art and have no blog to post it on, but I’m concerned about scaring people. 🤔

[h8anderson]

Fuck Thursdays. Fuck working all night. Fuck working, period. Someone needs to send me a fitting meme, I’m too fucking tired to bother.

[h8anderson]

Where’s communism when you need it? I’m ready to throw in the towel here. It’s just work every day. Where’s my damn vacation?

[h8anderson]

You know, Hank, you are a pretty good detective. When you aren't hungover, that is.

Ha ha, real funny. If I wasn’t such a stand up guy I’d tell you to piss off, but hey, how about we just pretend like that wasn’t hostile at all. I’m in a good mood today.

[h8anderson]

@creatorofclay | prev.

An unintelligible grunt escaped the Lieutenant at Kamski’s words. “Oh, I was listening when you were talkin’,” he scoffed, settling a distance away from the other man. “Maybe you won’t give me the same test you gave my partner, but I bet you’ve got something up your sleeve. So I just want to make that clear one more time - I won’t play any games.”

The truth wasn’t so simple. He could boast as much as he liked, but he simply didn’t know what Kamski was up to, and it left him at a significant disadvantage. Still, he would move forwards - after all, there wasn’t much beyond stress that he was risking here. Connor wasn’t with him, and no one here posed a threat to him. Maybe he’d be embarrassed, maybe he’d lose at his own game, but ultimately... even that would be between the two of them. He could gamble those odds. 

With his eyes fixed upon the man before him, he continued.

“What the hell was that all about anyway? Why’s it matter to you so much whether an android feels empathy or not - isn’t it pressing enough that there’s a goddamn revolution happening in your own goddamn city?”

[h8anderson]

know thyself; character traits.  stolen from @rkplaced!

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SHYNESS

Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

[detroitxperience]

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RK800-60 @apotheosistm​ | RK800-60 @heartscfvalor​ | RK800-60 Corwin @ruthlessnessisyourdesire​ | RK800-60 Caleb / Sixty / 60 RK900 @apotheosistm​ | RK900  @cybernetichearts​ | RK900-88 Conan @deconstructlife​ | RK900-87 Cayden @heartscfvalor​ | RK900 Cassius @lethalxarsenal​ | RK900-87 Cassius @novemlividus​ | RK900 Collin @rkplaced​ | RK900 Felix @syntheticisolation​ | RK900-87 Richard

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[h8anderson]

@rkplaced​ | prev.

Hank shakes his head quietly. The poor fucking thing. He’s used to dealing with Connor; Connor ain’t the most steadfast, balanced guy on a bad day but he gets by, and Hank’s learned to expect his little missteps and momentary slips of facade. But he’s never been like this. It’s like this one’s scared out of his damn mind entirely. Of what? Hank reporting him to what? CyberLife, Detective Reed - the Captain? It seems all of those possibilities terrify Felix equally.

“Alright, Felix. Look - it’s just a cup of coffee. I don’t know where you were going with it but... you know that saying about spilled milk? Well, it’s spilled milk. No use crying over it now.”

He shifts and places his fingertips on the android’s shoulder, not quite confident enough to take a firm grip of him in case... something, but it’s a human thing to want to ground someone in such a state. He does want to ground Felix, bring him back from wherever his frantic mind has taken him.

“Why don’t you come with me and we’ll find something to clean this up with. It doesn’t look like your partner’s anywhere nearby, so - you know, it’s something to do meanwhile. And I’m not gonna snitch on you. This is between you, me and my wet workstation. Alright?”

[sclcmcn]

A good heart is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun and not the moon, for it shines bright and never changes.

- William Shakespeare

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