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❛ good morning lieutenant anderson, ❜ connor chirped as his partner walked into sight, ❛ unusual to see you here so early. ❜ connor knew damn well it was dangerous for him to act this snarky around the lieutenant, especially in the morning.
truth was, he’s just happy to see him.
❛ i’ve poured you some coffee. perhaps it’ll prevent those caffeine deficiency headaches which you’ve been experiencing. ❜
@harrdboiled.
Good Boys
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Connor smiled brightly, “I’m glad you see reason, Lieutenant,” he gestured to a backpack lying on the backseat of the beat-up car, “I knew you would. That’s why I came prepared.”
He opened the seatbelt and twisted to get the bag while the car chimed meekly in protest, “I’ve put all the cleaning utensils on the department’s allowance account, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”
He put the seatbelt back on and started to rummage through the large backpack, “I also did some research and am pleased to inform you that this was on sale,” he pulled out a bundle of small bags, connected by a bright yellow REDUCED PRICE tag and shook it lightly, “According to www.OMFGbigdogsrock.net, this is the number 1 brand trusted by St. Bernard owners in Michigan…”
He placed the backpack at his feet and then inspected the dog food labels in full concentration, “I read Chicken Flavor is the most popular, but there are others, just in case Sumo doesn’t like it.”
He clutched the bags in anticipation.
This was clearly not about cleaning up Hank’s place.
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grumble grouch plants are extra work grumble
“Don’t worry about it lieutenant, on the off time of cases I can work on it--shouldn’t be too hard to plant them.” Right?
The Sandman Singularity
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Connor and Lieutenant Anderson were ushered into the upscale apartment complex in the heart of Detroit via the delivery entrance at the back of the building. A necessary step as they realized the moment they arrived at the address of the murder. The front entrance was under siege by a small but steadily growing army of reporters with their camera drones hovering over the crowd, hoping to get good footage of investigation or, even better, the deceased himself.
When they arrived at the penthouse floor – it somehow was always the penthouse in such cases – they were greeted by a sergeant from a different district. The resolute police woman extended her hand to Hank and nodded to Connor.
“So, the victim seems to be Bertrand Hill, the owner of this humble dwelling,” she informed them, “Other than him, only his personal assistant android was in the apartment.”
She stopped at an opened sliding door that led into what looked like the living room.
Meanwhile, Connor had looked up the personal ID of Bertrand and found that he was a media tycoon with a questionable reputation, mildly put.
“Where is the android now?” Connor inquired, as he assumed they were called because there was some synthetic involvement in the death of the business man.
“Oh, yeah, it’s over there, but I don’t think it will be of much use. Sorry about that,” she gestured to the far side of the living room, “It was trying to flee as the building’s security guards arrived. Mr. Hill apparently had some medical condition where his heartrate was monitored by the building’s on-site doctor,” she shrugged and the look on her face said, ‘Whatever weird shit those rich people do, right?’
“I see,” the android detective said and made his way over to the human victim. Hill was a middle-aged man on the well-fed side of things. He was wearing casual attire, consisting of a dark t-shirt and short pants in a fake traditional Japanese hakama style, that, despite their tackiness, looked like they cost about a typical monthly rent plus a first-born’s soul.
At first glance, it was not clear was caused the man’s demise. The body seemed unharmed, there was no blood, no obvious wound, no signs of a struggle. Connor knelt and scanned it, picking up on slight discolorations of the man’s skin on the shins, lesions that would have blossomed into painful hematomas, had Hill lived. On the corner of the victim’s firmly closed mouth, he detected traces of drying saliva. Connor leaned closer to the man’s face and sampled the faint odor that still emanated from his lips.
The sergeant shot him a slightly disgusted look and turned to Hank, “Is he always so hands-on?”
Connor straightened up and looked around. He noticed a heavy-looking bar stool that appeared to have been pushed away from the bar counter of the kitchen that opened into the living room.
After analyzing the scene, Connor ran a simulation of how it all might have played out.
Hill was stumbling out of the kitchen, briefly holding onto the counter but his sense of balance was failing. He moved forward, bumping into the bar stool and hitting his shins hard. He seemed to have tried to cross the living room, possibly to get help, but didn’t make it far. He collapsed onto the floor and was unable to get up.
Connor got up and went over to where the android’s corpse lay behind a large, fuzzy couch. Several shots from the security guards’ pistols had ripped through its thirium heart.
After scanning it, Connor furrowed his brow and looked over to Hank, “Lieutenant Anderson, I’m afraid we cannot reactivate it here… it is too heavily damaged. We could try to access its memory at the police station. Meanwhile, I have a hypothesis about what may have happened to Mr. Hill.”
@harrdboiled ( Hank? I think I need advice... )
It was a silly thing really that he feels so uncertain, awkward and even embarrassed over something so...simple and ordinary. But perhaps all of that was also normal? Connor wasn't sure. It wasn't like he had much experience with having feelings and emotions, let alone those kind of feelings. He had only been a deviant for little over two moths now. He was still trying to figure out the basics of what it was like to feel things. He was still trying to figure out how to be a person.
"I'm asking you because I don't know what to do and who else I would ask." He doesn't know a lot of people, at least not a lot who he feels comfortable asking.
Hank had helped Connor work through his emotions as he experienced something new as well as whatever else he needed help and guidance with, in his journey of being a new person. Connor had come to look to Hank for advice and guidance whenever he needed it. So when Connor had found himself lost and unsure about what to do about his crush he had decided to ask Hank.
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Requesting file: c:/meme/useless_headcanon ► accepting
Find this android smirking when he does something better than others, especially when it’s a small amount of manipulation to convince a human to do what he wants or outshines others with his abilities. Usually it’s nothing bad, mostly to convince somebody to help him with a case/mission–and probably in the near future manipulating Gavin a bit because he refused to take the coffee Connor made for him ;( or doing so to make sure Hank at least gets some amount of sleep.
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Requesting file: c:/meme/what Connor likes of your muse – accepting
“Lieutenant Anderson is more complicated than most humans–though sometimes a trying experience for my programming it is a nice change. He’s stubborn with his views and hasn’t fallen too far from when he was a decorated detective taking down the red ice dealers.” “He does also have a great taste in companions–specifically of the canine kind.”
Another case, another chance to work with the lieutenant on catching more deviant androids. Not a homicide, but suspected foul play. A few other officers spot around the room, the police tape stopping citizens from stepping too close. Connor leans down, observing the line of blue blood that streaks across the wall. The red blood nearby indicates a fight had ensued. Eyes glance back for a moment before fingers touch the red blood first. Analysis is needed. Connor gently touches the two fingers to the tip of his tongue to begin the analysis.
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