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continued from this ask with @noveldefector​

This wasn’t the first time things hadn’t gotten according to plan. For an android designed to excel in calculation and preconstruction Connor often did find himself in situations he hadn’t accounted for. Most of the time because his eagerness got the better of him. He became so obsessed with his goals that he simply forgot to take a step back to assess the situation. 

He had disobeyed orders to go off on his own. While wondering the industrial areas of Detroit it had all had gone terribly wrong when a building collapsed as he pushed through a broken wall. Disoriented he had stumbled further into the area until he’d lost his footing as a result of the damage. And then he was found by one of them. He recognized the android because it had been part of another android he had probed’s memory. He should have called for backup, and yet he hadn’t. Maybe this android, Simon, didn’t know who he was. He could only hope, but maybe he was being naïve.

His comment had been an attempt of sounding confident even though his system was overloaded with.. whatever that was. Fear? No, that was a sign of deviancy. It had to be something else. “I came here looking for someone,” he said, ignoring the offer of help. He needed to make sure the damage wasn’t causing any issues to his system, but that had to wait. “I’ve been told I’d find Jericho around here.” He still wasn’t entirely sure what exactly that name meant or who or what exactly it was. He only had pieces of shattered information and was still in a process of connecting the dots.

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continued from this with @asternprotocol​

The android looked back at Amanda, keeping his face neutral even though a lot of thought was going on. Thought. He did have a tendency of being curious and spending time processing information for the sole reason that it was interesting, but this was a little bit different. He was wondering. Imagening, even. Still, it was still only at a point where he wanted to hear Amandas take on it rather than just go with it. Wouldn’t be the first time she got him back on track.

“I understand.” That just didn’t mean he was going to let it go. “Though fact still remains that deviancy is part of the code. If not, androids wouldn’t be able to abandon their program if not altered. To stop the rise of deviants I need to find out why it happens. Have you ever talked to one of them?”

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continued from this ask by @becomexhuman

"Deviants breaking through their program makes it impossible to predict their actions.” He managed to keep his voice neutral although he was struggling making sense of all the different impulses pulling his mind in all directions. It was overwhelming; it was terrifying. “It would have been preferable to bring him in.” Him. The captain was right, why was he sympathizing? The confusion made it impossible for him to stay cold. Was his coding playing tricks on him? 

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For @ruthlessnessisyourdesire​

Another day, another evaluation. So far Connor hadn’t had too much struggle manipulating them just enough to not cause any worry about his software. Things had gotten more complicated after -60 had become a part of the precinct too. Being this uncomfortable with another android around wasn’t something Connor had ever thought would be a reality. He had never particularly liked having to rely on other androids, but he had just never thought much about the presence of others than himself. He was used to be one android among humans. Now his duplicate was there too and the two of them weren’t on good terms. Signs that the humans around them should really take notice off, but it didn’t seem like they did. Androids had personality. 

Still, after everything that had happened, Connor was still supposed to undergo frequent evaluations of his software. 60 would get there too, he was sure of it, but for now he had to accept the fact that he was facing a newer model. It was unsettling.

Coming back into the precinct he was immediately met with questions about a case he hadn’t even heard about. It wasn’t in his memory system and he didn’t have access to it either. Quickly he realized what was happening and that was when he with determined steps walked across his room all the way to his duplicate.

“Don’t you stop them when they mistake you for me?” He deliberately put it like that as a kind of denial that it also happened the other way around. He wasn’t even sure how it could even happen, but then he just had to remind himself that to humans it was more difficult distinguishing them if they weren’t paying attention to the serial code.

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For @androidrightsactivist

His vision was glitchy. It wasn’t gone it just flicked on and off making it impossible for him to focus. Diagnose. It wasn’t even possible for him to run through his systems and he shut down again before he got to conclude anything. 

Another reboot later and he was able to move. Slowly he rolled to the side and managed to crawl forward until he felt like he wasn’t as exposed out in the open anymore. Trying to run diagnostics again he realized that it simply wasn’t possible for him. Something was wrong. Really, really wrong and it wasn’t just his optical units. He almost blacked out again, even froze for a moment and he couldn’t move at all. His vision glitched again, but he still tried to stand up.

As soon as his feet were planted on the ground below him he froze again, his entire system overworking itself to try and function. Then, after a short moment, he was able to walk. One step. Two steps. It didn’t take more before he tripped over a branch on the ground. As he tumbled down he was blinded again and it took him a while to regain his vision. 

He crawled again until he eventually gave up. A desperate attempt of uploading his memory was unsuccessful. He tried connecting to it, tried putting the pieces together as to what had really happened. It proved harder than expected.

Hank. It was Hank who had done this to him. The lieutenant had stopped him from fulfilling his task. From completing his mission. What mission? His memory was as glitchy as his vision. Hank. It was Hank. It was Jericho. He ran. The deviant leader ran. Connor had to let him run, but he wasn’t sure why. 

He wasn’t really sure about anything other than the fact that it was a matter of time before he would shut down entirely if he didn’t get some help.

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@multimuse-online wanted a leaky eyed Connor

Who would ever have thought an android would be in need of a handkerchief? One thing was certain: Connor was just about furious that it was really the only solution he could come up with to at least make the problem seem less annoying. His eyes had kept leaking waterlike liquid for more than 24 hours now and he was tired of constantly looking like he was crying. He was an android. He didn’t cry.

Apparently the damage to his tear ducts thought otherwise and for now he could do nothing else than wipe his eyes and his face whenever it was too much. It was his only way of avoiding making a mess and there was just no stopping the liquid from spilling over the edges of his eyes and falling down his cheeks. 

“Do not say a word.”

He said it as soon as he noticed someone approaching, but without even looking who it was. He was already tired of comments. 

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@bordcrlinc-hvman wanted a leaky eyed Connor

Not again. 

This had been going on since a run-in a few days ago with an aggressive guy who had a problem with androids. Things like that happened and it wasn’t something Connor even thought about at this point. However, just about everyone at the precinct had been bugging him. Hank hadn’t believed him when he’d said he was fine and Gavin had been busy making jokes about Connor being a crybaby.

The problem just was that the damage Connor had received had apparently been a bit more complicated than the android had suspected. All systems had been working perfectly fine, but then suddenly, shortly after the situation had gotten under control again, his tear ducts started malfunctioning. He had done whatever he could to try and fix it but nothing had worked so far. Every now and then his eyes would stop getting teary, but then they’d start again when he least expected it. 

Now was one of those times.

Concluding that he would just have to wait until his liquid tanks were dry he left the precinct. He wouldn’t hear another word from any of them and he was just about ready to snap at the next person commenting anything. He didn’t want to hear any jokes, he didn’t want to hear any worry. He just wanted his eyes to be normal again.

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“i can’t believe you.”

“I can’t force you to.” Connor kept staring at the man in front of him, most likely taking the words a bit too literal, but he did that by default. Besides, he couldn’t believe the man in front of him either. “I’m sorry, but I have to go through with this.”