Detroit: Beyond Human; Initial Introductions.
@like-the-fist-of-an-angry-g-blog
November 04, 2038, 9:45PM
A lone android out in the world was not an especially uncommon sight, however, it was rare to see one walking alone after dark. It was basically unheard of in the derelict back streets, and yet, there he was. Well dressed, he wore a crisp grey suit jacket bearing a bright blue triangle logo on his breast. The word “ANDROID,” printed in white against black across his shoulders on the back, all the legal labels which designated its wearer as an android. To complete the look, he sported polished, professional looking black shoes, and a clean haircut with one purposefully misplaced lock of hair for a hint of artistic imperfection. He walked with an intentional stride and carried an air of importance that would make most would-be assailants think twice.
Connor-52, the second installment of the RK800 series to be released, was out on his first mission. Although activated only hours ago, he carried, in his memories, all of the accumulated data from previous models. This left him with a deep and profound sense of already being absolutely done. Humans, insofar as his current cumulation of data could infer, were incredibly good at namely two things: allowing their emotions to rule their actions, and finding complex and inventive ways to avoid solving problems for themselves. That was where Connor came in. By his own understanding of things, his primary purpose in being created was intrinsically tied to this aspect of humanity. Simply put: he was designed to solve a problem that the humans couldn’t resolve on their own.
[10:38PM]
[Destination in 200 feet]
Jimmy's Bar was a small and unimpressive building sitting quietly at the end of the deserted street, illuminated dimly by a flickering streetlight struggling to perform with a short circuit. When he reached the door, he was greeted by a sign that read, "No Androids," ... lovely, but unsurprising. Connor shifted and rolled his shoulders back to be sure he stood as straight as possible, then adjusted his tie which needed no adjustments, before pushing the door open in one bold motion. The collective withering stares directed at him from the patrons, and barkeep alike, were no cause for concern, but he did feel uneasy about the precarious position he was in. On many levels, he recognized all too well how vulnerable to humans he actually was, especially in a designated anti-android space. His eyebrows lifted, looking mildly concerned, as he scanned the room for his target.
Lieutenant Anderson sat at the far end of the bar, hunched over and sulking into a half-emptied whiskey glass. Connor stood straight, eyes forward, concealing his trepidations with practiced expertise. Ignoring hostile glares and muttered swears, he made his way over to the lieutenant. With long careful strides, he closed the distance between them. Connor sidled up to stand next to him at the bar, as if meeting an old acquaintance. With his hands clasped politely behind his back, he leaned in a bit to be sure he was seen and heard. "Lieutenant Anderson," he gave by way of greeting, pointedly projecting so that he could be heard by those around them. "My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife to assist in your investigations.” A pause. “You've been assigned a new case, effective immediately. If you would be so kind as to accompany me, I can explain in greater detail on the way." His tone was calm, his demeanor professional. It was his hope to gain compliance through carefully crafted diplomacy, but he was prepared to resort to just about any method, if it got him closer to accomplishing his objectives.
