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▌ ▲▐ ─────                    “Hey, Lieutenant! Did you want a report on my analysis of this sample I found?"

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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-”

[replicantdeviancy]

"I know there are things that HAUNT you, Hank...                                                                       Maybe you need to find the courage to move past them...                        Get on with your life.                                                           Just a... PLASTIC cop’s opinion, but... I had to say it."

                                                            Connor/RK900 & Hank Anderson                                                                 DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN                                                            @replicantdeviancy | @fvckingpasswcrd                                                     programmed by ȶɛɨǟɨɛʟ   |   penned by Bee

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      While Connor fully understood the need for food to live in regards to humans, he had never really...understood anything else about it. People claimed food was delicious, something they could taste and enjoy. And Hank definitely loved food, especially from that little burger stand with the questionable hygiene score.

      So when there was an offer of a new upgrade came into being, to allow androids to eat food, Connor was too intrigued to pass up the opportunity, and to celebrate the upgrade, Hank had bought him his first beer and burger.

      It only got better from there.

      Although, now that he was thinking about it, and Hank caught him with his fingers inside a jar of strawberry jam, Connor had to wonder if that saying “too much of a good thing” was true.

      “I would like to remind you Lieutenant, that as an android I don’t have to suffer the consequences for my bad eating habits,” he said in his only defense. Then, just because he could, he scooped out some of the jam onto his finger and licked it off, maintaining eye contact.

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💚 probs v awkward friendship tho lmao

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-oh yeah, I totally want friendship between RK900 and Hank-it’d be such an interesting interaction, to see how these two get along

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       “Lieutenant Anderson.” She stepped up to the man before he had the chance to step inside the building, where she couldn’t get to him. Besides, despite the peaceful behavior of the androids and the public’s sympathy for them, she would prefer not to walk inside the police station. “I realize this is unconventional and not the best approach... I just wanted to thank you. It wasn’t your hand holding the gun and it wasn’t up to you to pull the trigger or not, but you were the voice of reason. You two are partners so I believe your opinion did impact his decision, which means I owe you a thank you.”

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   ‘ You don’t seem pleased to see me, Lieutenant.’ It was both an observation and a statement. RK900 standing straight backed as he regarded the man, despite the almost easy sounding tone. The overly high collar brushing against the underside of a neat jawline almost looked like it was their more to constrict then to perform any specific function. Making RK900 look all the more android, all the more synthetic in the stiffness it gave. Blue eyes watching. Brows lightly hitching, pulling the familiar face of his model make in a questioning way. Ring light near his right eye an unchanging pulsing blue.      ‘ I apologize if I startled you. Did I perhaps interrupt something I was unaware of? ’ 

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❝ look, i already said it -- ❞ connor shows his frustration now, arms folded over and staring at the squad car, now crumpled in the engine and a smoke escaping out the hood. ❝ this isn’t something i’ve been programmed to fix. i’m not a mechanic type, hank... ❞

asking for driving lessons wasn’t the best idea. and the android should’ve known better, hank didn’t seem to be the type to really want to explain things. at least not to connor... still, there was something thrilling about doing something he’d never been built to do. it felt... human, at least maybe what he thought it would be like anyway.

❝ this is totally coming out of our paychecks... ❞ downloading to memory: patrol cars aren’t built for drifting in campus martius...