The old warehouses by the docks near Old Jericho had been abandoned for years, long before the android revolution of ‘38 which divided the city so distinctly, only to bring about an equilibrium in the wake of a new kind of normal. Detroit had not yet regained its foothold in the annals of history, but it was making small ripples where waves would someday follow. In spite of the chaos - or perhaps because of it - in those first crucial days, the Detroit Police had taken it upon themselves to clean up the messes made from the devastation imposed upon the city, the cataclysm of a near war between humanity & their inhuman, synthetic counterparts. Though the trust in machines was heavily damaged, the RK800 Connor was reintroduced into the DPD workforce at the request of Lieutenant Anderson, much to the chagrin of a number of his peers. But the benefits far outweighed the risks & Connor’s efforts with both Jericho & the city proved paramount towards recovery, towards healing.
Respect was earned, & eventually things settled. A new mission rose from the ashes of tragedy, of injustice done. As androids secured rights of equality & personhood within congress, the damage or forcible deactivation or androids was deemed illegal, of the same caliber as assault & homicide against a human individual, punishable under the US judicial system on equivalent grounds. With these laws in place the necessity of an android detective became all the more critical, & both Connor & his more advanced counterpart, & their partners, were assigned the task of covering the majority of android related cases; androcide, missing units, anything. Hank seemed to take to the job like it was a second wind, a chance at a kind of redemption. To Connor, it was more than redemption. It was another calling.
It was for this reason the RK800 found himself sweeping the freight docks of the harbor; a lead in yet another unsolved case from the months pre-revolution. An FBI WG300 instructional unit had been reported missing some months ago. Originally it served at the Academy facility in Quantico, Virginia, but reports had come in of the unit having been spotted in the Detroit area. A little digging picked up evidence the android had been present during the destruction of Old Jericho, & it had not been accounted for during the subsequent battles inside of the city nor was it present in New Jericho on Belle Isle.
Connor knew he was likely looking for a corpse at this point, his main objective to locate the chassis & confirm the subject had been neutralized, or rather destroyed. In the back of his mind that same thought continued to play on repeat like a broken record, or a corrupted file. This was a waste of time. The city landfill would be a more appropriate place to continue his search. & yet Connor had come here. He had yet to convince himself it was a product of instinct, more one of fear, of avoidance of the hellish landscape of nightmares the sight of his own people stark white & piled haphazardly on top of one another would do to his psyche. Connor already held enough files of video & audio recordings in his memory banks to haunt him the rest of his active existence. Today he would search the docks, & tomorrow he would go from there.
Listless meanderings became pointed exploration soon enough as signs of life were found in the squalor of a warehouse not far from the moorings of old, rusted ships. The place seemed long abandoned by humanity, nothing but tarnished metal & broken glass which crunched lightly & sharp beneath his feet. Old containers strewn about, damaged & looted long ago. But it wasn’t that which piqued the RK unit’s attention; it was footsteps in the dust made recently, the gathering of odd things like books & knickknacks not original to the location. Someone had been living here, & they weren’t human. There was no presence of the creature comforts from the elements, no food items. There was also trace evidence of Thirium, some fresher than others, but it dripped in a slow seep in a relatively steady pattern, dictating the movements of this individual. The question now was where they were, & who. Connor mused as he searched, wondered if he would be adding another casefile to the archives with the relieving, though often disappointing status of CLOSED, having sought out one androids & discovering another.
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