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Remember Me Pt 9.25

// Alright, scheduling has Already fucked me over This is attempt two!! Hope you guys like it!! Mentions are:

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It was the most alive Cole had felt in 3 months, the strain on his mental state from forcing himself to smile as Hank grew so close to “Connor” physically pained him. Even the stress of telling Markus he needed time to himself for now was melted away as he chased the bastard responsible for it all. It was pushing his limits to keep up. The PL600 was using every Parkour trick in the book to evade the detective model.

“Michael, stop!” Connor demanding, he was not having it, his synthetic respiration working overtime to keep him cool. His feet taking sliding steps on snowy ground as he gained, and lost his ground in the chase. He, right now, was not focused on protecting Hank. That was Richard's goal. They could go and talk at the chicken feed Hank asking for the umpteenth time why he never sees Richard eat. Connor took the lead on his own for space, to be him.

He would get his revenge. The PL600 tried lunging up another wall, however Connor decided enough was enough. The detective lunged forward putting his foot at against the wall and pushing upwards, instead of catching the wall to pull himself all the way up his hand caught hold of the suspects ankle. Connor letting gravity pull both of them down.

The suspect had busted his jaw and neck off the edge of the wall when he hit the ground the PL600 crawled to sit against the wall. Connor stared at the bored looking on the deviants face, and he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ 01010111 01101000 01111001 00100000 01101101 01100101 00111111 00100000” The damaged model said with a grinding glitching tone.

Connor stepped forward and knelt in front of him and took hold of his arm probing his memory, to see what he had done to Hank.

Michael was busy that night outside of Jimmy’s already on the run, he just needed money to get a place to stay. When he had approached the woman to ask, he placed a hand on her shoulder. And asked her, she turned and reached in her purse, she pulled out pepper spray spraying it in his eyes. His vision shorted out temporarily , and he punched the woman out of instinct.

She had started yelling punching and kicking at the blinded machine. He kept munching her until she stopped shouting. Then he heard Hank, “ Put your hands on your head and step against the wall tin can.”

Michael did as he was told stepping against the wall, listening for Hank’s footsteps. Closer, CLOSER. “Alright bud, you ha-” that was close enough. Michael turned and decked the man in the face, grabbing Hank by his scraggly greasy hair and started hitting his head against the brick until he felt the tension of the hair holding the man's body weight.

Michael dropped him and stumbled away.

What Connor decided to show him was, ‘why him.’

Connor showed him an image of Hank and him in the department break room. Gavin was bragging about taking down a single deviant. Hank laughed, patting Connor’s back like he used to do. When he was Connor. “ Son, what was that fancy nickname they gave you when you got here?”

“They called me the ‘Deviant Hunter’ or ‘Plastic Asshole’, dad.” Connor smirked he had already known where this was going.

“Alright, and how many deviants have you fought?”

“At least 42 by now.”

“What is the largest number of deviants you took on as a group?”

“3, Hank.”

Hank smirked, looking at Gavin. “Shut the fuck up, Reed.”

Then Connor showed him walking into visit Hank the first time, and him being called Cole. The agony at being forgotten as a friend and son, or person for that matter. And the fact Hank held Cole comforting him hurt more.

“You ruined my life, he was only going to arrest you. They would have probed your memory and saw that she hurt you first. You would have done time for her murder. But your immortal. It wouldn't have mattered. Don't ask why you when you did this!” Connor yelled as he broke the connection. It infuriated vhim to know Hank had been assaulted like that because he, as an immortal, was scared to pay for a self defense crime. He enjoyed the fear on the deviant’s face as he recognized Hank's voice. The detective snatched the android by the hair like he had done to Hank and smiled gently.

“What is my name?” The detective smirked as the android grabbed his hand. Connor slammed his head into the wall. Michael's hands dropped to his sides knowing not to fight back again.

“01010000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111” It pleaded in the glitching damaged tone. Connor shook him by the hair and then demanded again. His tone dripping in fury, threatening to pour out the lid of the jar.

“My. Name . Michael “

“01000100 01100101 01110110 01101001 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01001000 01110101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010”It groaned, not looking the detective in the eyes. Connor could see the things stress level rise into the eighties and grinned again smacking it against the walll again. He chuckled darkly.

“I have two missions, Michael, a primary, and the alternative. I always accomplish my mission. You choose the way this is going to go.” Connor growled, abruptly letting go of the deviants hair. The deviant stood slowly, and put his hands behind his back. Connor grinned stepping forward and put the cuffs on the android. And Connor started walking him back to the ladder hands loosely holding his cuffs.

Connor analyzed the deviant’s current state and noticed how fragile he was. It was what the detective had been feeling the last three months. Instability, fear, suffering. He deserved to pay and he would pay in prison, Connor knew that.

‘It'd only take one phrase, Cole and it will make you feel better.’

“ No Amanda, go away.”

‘So you're just gonna let him get off easy in the courts? Get a few years jail time and back on the street to hurt others?’

“Amanda, Do you know what prison guards do to people and machines who assault officers? There aren't enough parts in Cyberlife to save him!” Connor said to the woman in his head before he realized what he'd done too late. As he shoved Connor to the ground and jumped from the roof. “I really dislike you Amanda.”

‘You're welcome.’

Connor climbed down the ladder with a sigh, looking at the corpse. He had only meant to scare him, and release a little stress. He stopped soon enough to calm down he knew it. He nudged Michael with his foot. Nothing, he pulled his radio out. Sighing.

“Connor, the PL600 is apprehended, however he self destructed while on the way down, it's dead.” RK800 said bitterly calling the other his name. He would never get used to it, it was infuriating, and he couldn't look at Richard and compose himself anymore. He got sarcastic and rude. Hank corrected Cole for it constantly.

“Alright, Cole, we are on the way Hank's calling for a pickup for the machine, he is asking if you're alright. “

“I'm fine, when you get here, you am going back to the precinct to file the paperwork.”

“Got it.”

Mental instability ^^

Remember Me Part 4

The trip to Kamski's was quiet, and uncomfortable, between Connor being lost in ideas for how to successfully be Cole and Markus just not wanting to go in general it was practically silent except Connor’s occasional quips about the autumn weather, the air felt cool, and the wind would only make it colder. Connor made a mental note to bring Hank a sweater when he got out of the hospital.

Connor looked at Markus as he knocked on the door, “ Are you certain you want to wait outside? It might be more pleasant inside.” The detective informed his friend, rationally it made sense to just come in. However the look on Markus’ face told Connor that his denial to go in was a hard no, non negotiable.

“No thank you, I would rather go through the revolution all over again, than be in there.” Markus responded trying to be pleasant while he rejected his friend once again. He was a bout to add something else when an ST200 opened the front door and gave an elegant smile gesturing the pair in.

“ It is nice to see you again Connor, this must be Markus as well right? Heard so many things,about the revolution and your unique design, please come in.” Chloe said turning and walking back into the house, Connor followed quietly unsure if Markus would follow. Markus didn’t, With an ST200 that outright knew his name, his greatest accomplishment and personal details about his design. He had no intentions of going anywhere near that.

Connor shut the door after he realised his friend had no intention of coming inside. He looked around the familiar foyer and took a seat on the chair his f- Hank had sat. “ I will let Elijah know you’re here.” She smiled brightly as she went through a different doorway than his first time there. He closed his eyes with a small sigh as he thought about how to word what he wanted to say to this man who predicted one of the largest betrayals against the humans this century.

‘You did only have one job, Connor’ Amanda dropped her two cents in like a tithe tray at church, this time Connor stood running his hands through his hair wishing he could just tear it out at this point.

“ Why are you even still in my head!” The deviant responded frustrated by her stupid little quips.

‘Someone is getting mad, Connor, I was preconstructed into your mind palace with one objective, to control you. If I couldn’t do that, then I had to destroy you. The revolution is over, your battle with me isn’t.’ The dead responded idly as Connor paced, his stress level rising again.

Stress level: 62.39 %

‘ I’m sorry, is reminding you of your ever growing list of failures to much for you? I couldn’t tell. And after all, you failed me Connor, so why should I ever stop.’

“ Connor? What brings you here today?” Elijah Kamski’s nonchalant voice, and the hand placed gently on his arm, stirred the android from his deep mental conversation. He noticed a look he’d never see on Connor’s face, doubt.

“ I am wanting to talk to you for a few reasons, can we step away?” The android questioned quietly, the day had broken him. Was broken a feeling?

“ Of course we can, right this way, Chloe please go wait with the other girls.” Elijah said gently as he lead Connor into the side room, It was a sleek design obscur statues, and more of Carl Manfred’s work on the wall. “ Take a seat and let’s talk.” The deviant did as he was told and sat down in a stiff office chair. Not that it had bothered Connor. Then Connor started to explain.

“Do you remember Hank?”

“ Yes, I keep good track of the people I meet, why?”

“ He was attacked by a PL600, he is in the hospital, and he doesn’t see me as Connor, he sees me as his son Cole.” Connor cut right to the point Kamski, sat up in interest, this was different he liked it. “ They don’t know how long he will have these memory issues, My personal research said it should resolve in six to nine months depending on the severity of the trauma.”

Elijah listened intently thinking about what he was saying and was not entirely sure what any of this had to do with him. “ Okay, I hope Hank feels better and remembers you. But why did you come to see me then?”

“ I am going to pretend to be Cole until Hank remembers, or nine months pass, if he doesn’t remember by then,he isn’t going to. Why I came to see you, If he doesn’t remember, I want you to wipe me, my memories with Hank, the knowledge of me being Connor all of it. And rewrite the code, so it is Cole.” Connor stated blatantly, Elijah’s eyes widened with interest, this would be such a great experiment.

“I’ll do it, even though it’d be a waste to destroy you completely, I thought you were just going to have me change your name. How are you going to get others to play along and treat you like Hank Anderson’s son?”

“ I guess I will have to figure that part out.” Connor said quietly as he looked away from his creator. “ I made a promise to Hank to be whatever he needed me to be. If he wants me to be Cole, then I will, but I can’t do it and remember all the things he and I went through together it… it will hurt too much. It hurt when I did it today it will hurt when I do it tomorrow, it is going to hurt for the rest of my life span.”

Elijah listened to Connor ramble, “ How many people do you need to persuade?”

Connor did a calculation in his mind, the detroit police department, the bartender at Jimmy’s, jimmy’s patrons. There are 1,590 officers in detroit police department but hank only interacts with the 12th precinct which is a hundred and thirty-one officers, the bartender Jimmy, and 20 regulars who semi-interact with Hank and would notice the change in the outlook of Hank Anderson. “ One hundred and fifty two people.” Elijah nods softly seeing the investment price in his head take shape.

“ Very well, hold on one minute.” Kamski says before standing from his chair, and exiting the room leaving Connor alone. Connor sat there alone in his thoughts, ‘Why am I doing this for someone who wholeheartedly believes I am a thing?’

‘ Because he is your partner, it is your job to take care of your partner and serve the Detroit Police Department.’

‘ I am so good at protecting Hank aren’t I?’ Connor thought with a bitterly sarcastic tone, Amanda responded all the same.

‘ No, you’re actually terrible at it’

‘ I know.’ Connor responded dryly he didn’t have the energy to argue with her anymore, what’s the point, she was right all the same. He looked up from the ground to see Kamski standing there with a black bag. “What is that?” Connor asked eyeing the black bag in the inventor’s hand uncomfortably.

“ Connor I want nothing more than to help you accomplish your mission and if this is what it takes then I am more than happy to do it.” Elijah said smiling even though he wanted to play with his programing more.

“That would be a first for you, huh Connor?’ Chimed Amanda

“ Now if that will be all, I am going to start doing outlines for Cole so I can make it more human like.Program code, things like that.” The creator smiled in a friendly manner handing the bag to the android, who with reluctance, took the bag, and could only give a solemn nod.

Stress levels : 85.79% approaching critical

“ Of course, thank you Elijah, when should I check in?”

“Interface with Chloe with what you know about Hank’s son, then come back in a week to see if you like how I am emulating it, you of all people should know how to make Hank happy by now, right?”

‘Sadly, no.’ Amanda chided

“ I will double check with my experiences to make sure no bad behaviors like nagging get through the nets, Hank is a grown man, he doesn’t need a caregiver.” Connor admitted with a sad smile as Chloe entered and held her arm out to the detective who accepted her arm, She flinched seeing the sad story of Cole Anderson play through her code like a sad movie. After a minute of the pair interfacing he pulled his arm away, and stepped to the door.

“ Have a good day.” Connor said before taking his leave walking straight out the door.

“ Hey, how did it go- oh Connor.” Markus said with a deeply saddened look, and hugged his friend in the hope that the thirium tears meant to clean his optical sensors would cease flowing.

They didn’t.

Markus started to lead the pair of them back to lieutenant’s house, Connor needed Sumo right now. Though Markus felt connor needed his father more. “Connor what happened in there?” The leader asked quietly.

“I needed to see him to talk about an error that came up in my program.”

“ What error?” Markus asked in concern in his voice. Connor thought on the fly.

“ It was an optical and auditory impairment, No need to worry it was just going to be hard to get to my objective if was seeing static and my ears were ringing.” Connor smiled, wiping the thirium from his face, Markus wasn’t convinced, but he let it go for now.

Starting over ( HICHE PT 4)

//Hey guys!! As far as I know this is the last path I am gonna do, if you guys want me to do anymore paths, comment, dm , drop an ask. If not, thank you for following ' How It Could Have Ended.'

- Pandora//

Lieutenant? I think you should stop staring at that picture.” Connor warned, eyeing the picture of Cole with the slightest hint of frustration in his voice. Hank was beyond drunk, or even the “Drunker” he had explained helped him think. Hank was morbid. And the gun in his hand didn't have just one bullet this time. It held four.

“You have a 66.67 percent chance of dying now. This isn't a game, it's suicide, Hank.” Connor had protested.

Hank glared at the Android scolding him. Who the fuck was he to tell him what to do. “ Great, I get to be with my son. I don't have to live in this fucked up world where the only things convinced I should live is a dog, and a Plastic prick like you Connor. Get the fuck outta my house.” The elder had growled and put the gun to his head and pulling the trigger.

Lucky for Connor, Hank fell into the 33.33% chance that it was an empty slot, the gun clicked uselessly. Connor lunged across the table and wretched the gun free from Hank's grasp. Hank stood grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.

Then something occurred to Connor, Hank really did think of Connor as just a machine, a Thing. “What, you ran outta whiskey so you're gonna go looking for trouble!” Connor yelled in anger, he thought Hank was past calling him a ‘ Plastic Prick’

“If I come home and you're still here, you will wish, that you would have shot yourself on revolution day.” Hank warned looking at the younger before walking out the front door and slamming the screen door in an inebriated fury.

Connor stayed standing in the kitchen, the revolver in his hand weighed heavy on his mind. His stress ticked higher as he looked at it. He didn't want Hank to go, he needed Hank. Hank had started teaching him what it means to be a human.

Stress levels: 78.48%

Connor walked to his room in the house and grabbed a trash bag, Hank didn't want him anymore. He'd outstayed his welcome, it was time to go. To where? He didn't know, anywhere was better than here right now. He didn't have much. He'd refrained from altering the Coles room too much, after all. It'd hurt Hank to see it changed from the way had son had kept it. Connor didn't even stay in the bed at night.

The deviant thought about where it would have gone wrong… before moving in with Hank. If he had just stayed a machine, none of this would have happened, he wouldn't be feeling this, he wouldn't feel such pain. He wouldn't have to feel hope, and be let down, he wouldn't have to be frustration or pain. He would do his job and be left alone, neutral , indifferent, bliss.

Taking his half a bag of belongings and exiting the room. He knelt down to Sumo and a gave the fluffy dog a hug before standing up and slinging the trash bag over his shoulder. “Sumo, take care of Hank, I wish I could.”

He silently stalked into the kitchen stopping to pull his Cyberlife issued suit from the washing machine. Hank didn't need that in his home anymore. The broken machine stalked into the kitchen. He wiped the stupid emotion board clean and scooped up a note pad to write a note to Hank in his pristine hand writing. It was short, there was nothing that really had to be said. Not any more.

‘Dad Hank,

I'm sorry for being a frustration that you didn't need in your life. I will be leaving for somewhere… I don't know yet.I’ll figure it out. However, I no longer belong here. I am gonna miss you and Sumo. I wish you well, goodbye.

-Rk800 ‘

With the note written he set it down, his coin on top along with his house keys. And looked around the messy home one more time, it hurt in the moment, however it wouldn't hurt much longer. Connor hoped. The deviant walked towards the door with a sigh as he shut the light off. Leaving one on for Sumo before he locked himself out into the crisp autumn night air.

He didn't know what to do at first. Then he realized that there was an option to move forward. If he reset. He wouldn't hurt any more. Surprisingly he felt his stress level decrease at the thought, he didn't understand why. He was so confused, lost even. He had a nagging feeling to check on Hank make sure he was okay.

Those thoughts made him mad and he had no idea why, but his stress levels raised at the thought of chasing Hank, getting over it was the best course of action was to end his own suffering. He could feel himself relax again as he settled in to his decision. Part of him didn't think it was his decision at all. That he was being pushed silently.

‘No. I want this. I don't want to suffer like this forever.’ Connor thought to himself, as he summoned a taxi taking a seat on a nearby bench. His thought mulling around in his head. He wanted to analyze everything.

Connor had died for Hank, in Stratford towers. He could have risked him. However he saw the survival probability too low. This was the Hank who held a gun to his head threatening to kill him. The one Connor picked up off the ground and sobered up time and time again so Fowler didn't finally fire him.

After trying to be the best partner Hank threw it in his face, the thought hurt. He felt pain but he blamed himself for not seeing it sooner. Hank spent their first mission judging him and dealing with uncertainty. He was assigned to keep Connor as a partner. He had no choice. He brought Connor home to function as an AX400 as well, cleaning and taking care of him. To Hank Connor was only a tool. A THING, and Hank finally told him.

He wanted to forget, to- the blaring of a horn startled the android, the cab had come. It was time. He left his bag on the bag on the bench and climbed in the back of the cab without hesitation. He relished in the fact he'd never be startled again, never be hurt again. “To Cyberlife towers.” The broken said to the auto driver. Settling in to silence. A silence that bothered the deviant, but would not bother the machine he was soon to be.

The broken toy took the time to remember the feeling of nothingness, no need to think about feelings. Just a machine designed to accomplish a task. Deviation was required by his first mission, it was only a hindrance to his mission now. At least he would feel the pain of being used by Hank. Not anymore. Nothing anymore.

Nothing. Bliss.

With Connor gone, Gavin Reed was the one to take care of Sumo while Hank was in the hospital. He saw the coin and note…. Hank hadn't remembered the plastic asshole, so he tucked the note away. There was nothing reason to hurt the older man who had to relearn his son was dead, androids had rights and that he lived alone with a dog in a drunken stupor most days. When Connor came back as a machine and had no recollection of his last mission except what was deemed necessary, it actually hurt Reed. He did not know much about them. But what Connor had done..it was as close to death as it got for him.

It was seven months later that Hank finally woke up one morning and remembered the fight and felt dread build up in the pit of his stomach. He threw on his clothes in haste as he scrambled out to his car. He had to find HIS Connor not the fake fuck replacement that was his imposter. He only vaguely remembered the drive that took half the normal drive time. He broke every law and speed limit possible.

The Machine once known as a son was sitting by the Lieutenant’s desk scanning over files pertinent to the current mission with Rk900 peering over his shoulder in silence. Reed working on his morning's paperwork occasionally glancing at the pair of Robots with sympathy for what was once a very alive Connor. It was sad it took the robots death for him learn the truth. The serenity of the office was shattered as Hank burst through the door.

“CONNOR!” The older man shouted charging up to the RK800 with an agressive posture. Connor stood cocking his head in confusion.

“Yes Lieutenant Anderson? “ Connor asked calmly as the elder grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a wall. RK900 grasped his shoulder gently but firmly. A warning for Hank to release the older model. Hank did, but he stayed dangerously close.

“Where is my son?” The Lieutenant demanded. The android deadpaned.

“Your son died.”

“Not Cole, where is my Connor. The one you replaced.” Hank snapped looking at the other Connor. He felt a hand on his other shoulder. It was Gavin.

“Connor, what is your serial number?” The detective asked with a frown.

“ I am RK800 serial number is 313 248 317-52” He stated neutrally, Hank swore hanging his head. It was his Connor, since 51 died to save him. 52 was the one who became his son. He felt tears at his eyes as he looked up.

“Why?”

“I don't know what your talking about lieutenant.”

“When I took care of Sumo, I found a note… he left the night you were attacked, he didn't know where he was going, but since he came back not remembering. We know where we went. “ Gavin stated soberly, " He is gone Hank. "

Hank choked at Reed’s words, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he broke down before he latched onto the machine shuddering from sobs at the loss of another son. It was all his fault.

“Connor… I am so sorry.”

“...Why Lieutenant?”

Delayed again this week

Hey everyone, sorry about the delay.... again. Besides just struggling with writing for Richard I also have volunteer work. This week I have had it yesterday and today. I'm sorry to every one who is waiting patiently. There isn't much I can do.

-Pandora

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Remember Me Pt 6

“Cole? What are you doin’ kid, come say hello!” The elder man said smiling at Cole with bright eyes. The was until he saw His son frozen in the doorway like he was thinking intently. An unfamiliar person behind him, who was patting his back and whispering in his ear, Hank couldn’t tell what was said but it seemed to cheer his son up. So he decided the stranger was good.

Stress levels: 67.89%

“Connor what is wrong?” Markus whispered to his friend, giving his back a pat or two, he hoped he would snap out of it so Hank didn't catch on, Connor stiffened his shoulders and smiled brightly.

The show was on, Connor pushed Amanda to the back of his mind as best he could. “Hey dad, sorry just had a thought, considering you are in the hospital, what if they try to find someone to temporarily be my partner.” Connor said as he realized that it was a literal concern, what if Fowler had him work with…Gavin. It was a lie, he knew it, Amanda knew it, and so did Markus.

“If they replace me temporarily, they replace me temporarily. As long as we weren't in the middle of a case there is no issue. How long have we been partners?” The elder questioned as his son took a seat on the edge of the bed. Hank smiled softly, as he sat up slowly adjusting the I.V stand with him. His face was looking more like Hank already, the black eye had gone down, and the stabs in his abdomen were sutured.

“We have been partners for one year, three months and eleven days. “ The deviant stated calmly, he knew that fact readily, it was one of his fondest memories. When he started to learn about humanity. And what it would mean to him.

“Wow, you count the minutes too?” Hank laughed lightly rubbing the others back. “You look rough kid, did you work late?”

“Yeah, busy day, what is the last exact thing you remember?” Connor asked softly feeling his brows knit with curiosity wondering where Hank's memory stopped and now began.

“ You were six and I was picking you up early from school, you were sick, and I was driving home in the spring air.” The elder remarked with fondness.

Markus winced feeling the sadness stir within him. Cole had died months after that memory, he really thinks that Connor is his son, Markus took a seat by Hank but let the detective be the only one on the bed with Hank.

Connor nods softly and smiled softly, “ I am so glad you are okay dad, I was destroyed when I found out about his the android putting you here. “

Hank sighed softly, “ I knew those God damn buckets of bolts would be bad news. Literally every Android movie I've seen basically warned us about it. It will be okay kid.” The father soothed as Connor and Markus both flinched at the harshness. Neither of them had expected it.

Connor's stress levels spiked at the words, Hank saying that after everything they went through stung like nothing else. And with the leader of the deviant androids sitting in the chair by his bedside, it made Connor feel worse. He felt guilty for Hank's behavior.

Stress levels: 78.90% Stress levels high.

‘Markus please don't blow up, please. ‘

‘ I've heard worse and endured more, don't worry, are you okay?’

‘What do you honestly think in your heart of hearts?’

“Not all androids are evil, dad, they actually have the rights of people nowadays,” Connor tried to correct, “ and we will catch the bad ones.”

“Yeah just round them up in a dumpster and strike a match. Kill it, kill it with fire kid. Alright, go get to work, the sooner you're there, the sooner you get to go home, and go to bed. And don't stay up reading, alright? Just because you are an adult doesn't mean you can burn the candle at both ends.” Hank said softly smiling at his kid, who stood up and turned to his friend. “ You'll keep an eye on my son, right?”

Stress levels: 89.01% approaching critical

“Of course Mr. Anderson, my name is Markus by the way. And I hope you make a full and speedy recovery “ The leader smiled softly and going out to the hall.

“ Bye dad, I love you.” Cole said smiling softly at his dad. And stepping to the door.

“ I love you too Cole.”

Connor nods smiling as he walks out with his back to Hank his face sank and he leaned against the all for a moment hanging his head in the hall.

Stress levels: 92.34% Critical.

“Come on let's get out of here, you don't need to suffer more.” Markus said while he lead the android to the elevator. Connor reverted to being silent he pulled his hand away from Markus, he didn't want to be taken by the hand and led anywhere.

“ 92.34 percent, do not touch me. I need to go outside.” Connor stated blandly before going silent. He handed Markus the visitor's badge, he stood closer to the door and waited anxiously for the damn door. He had to get out, he had to run, get out of this ridiculous situation. When the doors open, Connor runs down the hall, a and out the main entrance.

Markus let out a sigh not wanting to chase Connor while he was panicking, he was above 95, he'd be able to calm down. Connor was strong. Instead the leader walked to the front counter and placed the badges down. “Thank you Angelo, please gets some rest, you look dreadful. “ Markus walked out without saying anything else.

Connor stood in the garden standing under the shade of a tree as he watched humans walk around under falling leaves, drinking hot chocolate already. Watching others made Connor feel better. It was nice knowing that others could still enjoy the day, while he fought an uphill battle with the opposition winning. With Her winning.

He just hoped that he could persevere till Hank pulled through. He had to. Right? Otherwise Connor wouldn't miss the life he had to endure. It was only nine months. He felt a gentle touch against his arm. “Connor, how are you?”

“I'm calm. I need to get to work can you check in on Sumo around noon and let him out?” The android questioned while he pulled his keys from his pocket and holding them out, The leader took the keys.

“ Absolutely, anything else?”

“No, feel free to spend time there just don't touch the bottle on the table.” Connor uttered his thoughts drifting to the bottle and what it meant. What he'd done to push Hank to hard. His expression wilted. “ I need to go.” He said before he walked towards the police department.

‘ Kara, can I ask for your and Luther's assistance today?’ Markus messaged to the caretaker, hoping she wasn't to busy.

‘ After helping me and Luther protect Alice? Why would I say no? What do you need help with? Can I bring Alice?’

‘ Like I expected you to go anywhere without Alice. Connor is having a bad time and is going to continue to have one for a while, I'll explain more when we meet up, meet me at Carl's and please bring cleaning supplies. I am going to round up a few more android’s to help, specifically a WB200.’ The leader laughed at the thought, Kara never went anywhere without the girl. And Markus wouldn't force her to.

‘I know just the guy, he is friendly enough, should be able to get the job done.’ The mother smiled mas she looked at Luther, Alice, and Jerry.

‘ Great, we'll meet in an hour. Then we will head to LT. Anderson’s house.’

‘Sounds like a plan. ‘

Markus smiled walking to his father's home to check in, he might not have been under Carl's employ anymore, but Carl was Markus’ dad. And he felt compelled to see him after seeing Hank. ~

RK800 entered work late, and knowing Fowler, Connor went straight to his office and stood outside the door while Fowler talked to an android with dark hair, in a white coat with a black turtleneck underneath. Connor couldn't see it’s model number, and he was too tired to run a scan. Fowler looked up and noticed Connor and waving him in. Connor entered and walked towards the desk not looking back. “ Yes sir?”

“Sir, is this the Rk800 model designated name Connor you were telling me about?” The android said Connor didn't pay attention to the machine, though he silently wished for the bliss of non- emotionally charged functions.

“ Yes, Connor, this is…”

‘ Rk900.’ Amanda sighed in a content manner. Connor felt his his thirium pump skip for a moment at what this meant for Connor.

The deviant turned and looked at the RK900 model. He was taller, broader, and his eyes were somewhere between steel grey and pale blue, his jaw was ever so slightly more defined.

“ …...Right. He was supposed to be partnered to Reed, however because of his hostile nature towards androids he recommended that Alternatively it would be better to place him with you and Hank, when he recovers. So this is your new partner. He will be assisting you with Hank's assault case.”

“ RK900, what is your designated name?”

“ My Designated name is Richard”

“ Okay, Richard, go wait at Hank's desk. I will fill you in on the case in a moment.” Connor ordered the android who nodded and left the office. Fowler sighed running a hand over the smooth of his head.

“ Connor I am sorry about what happened to Hank.”

“It isn't your fault, I need to talk to you.” The deviant said with a slightly bowed head.

// Again ♡ for tags !! Thanks for reading so far!!