Path Unlocked

{Independent Connor, Hank and Kamski, selective, literate and programmed by Bones}

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Been away for a while

I left this blog in 2020 at short notice but if people wish to contact me again I'll give a handle that can be used elsewhere.

Sorry I had abandoned the community I felt very personally attacked by someone I thought was nice and was only trying to show empathy for but my autistic self clearly didn't get it right.

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Red Has Ya Searchin’ for the Exit on the Floor Plan | w/ the-connor-series

Riordan got a call at midnight.

This was not an encouraging start. Less so when taking into account the fact that they had few friends and worked with the DPD.

Their suspicions were confirmed when they recognized the voice on the other end as one of the dispatch workers. She quickly informed them that an active shooter situation had been confirmed in progress at a theater nearby; a dangerous one, too, given the amount of nooks and crannies that movie theaters offered to hide. All hands would be required on deck, and that included them, given their original… well, *purpose*.

Riordan managed to force out a brief “Acknowledged” as confirmation, then closed the connection.

They really should get a phone, so they wouldn’t have to take calls inside their own head. But that was a thought for some other time, because they needed to devote more attention to dragging their clothes on and getting out the door in a timely manner if they wanted to meet Officer Miller for a ride to the scene.

Most inconvenient, relying on others for a ride, but then again, they hadn’t managed to save up quite enough for a car of their own yet.

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@through-cybernetic-eyes

There was nothing better than being out in the field but maybe this time it was a bit too much for him to handle.  After tracing the licence plate of a vehicle with way too much thirium residue and monitoring the address for some time.  It was only thought to be an android black market scheme.  Now androids were living beings the sale of bio components was now much more regulated and an underground market had arisen.   That’s what Connor and fellow officers had thought they were in for but found it was much much more than that.  A red ice manufacturing works had been set up in the theatre and it’s occupants were packing a lot more heat than they’d realised despite checks on facial recognition, criminal records and gun licences.

Some officers were down for the count from a planned ambush.  Connor was sheltering behind a row of seats in the auditorium.  Another officer was in a different row and a third was close to the proscenium arch.  They were outnumbered and pinned.  The Android had only just finished his internal call to dispatch to call for help and report that there were in excess of fifteen people here, already two wounded officers and that the perpetrators were packing some serious firepower.    They’d have to call Riordan he was the only combat ready android that could deal with this.  He never saw him do this kind of thing but he knew from the other’s specs that he could.  

All they could do was wait for back up and Connor tried to edge closer to a crate with what he could tell was some smoke grenades in the top.  Maybe he could use it to pull an officer into cover to at least help with the wound.  He couldn’t move and he could tell at least one of the men was still alive but fading.  He had to act now, it couldn’t wait for back up.   He darted from behind the row of seats while the other officers popped off pot shots.  Ducking behind the crate a warning flashed up in his HUD to tell him he suffered a minor injury, a graze on his arm.  But he had a smoke now.  Calculating an optimal throw arc, he pulled the pin and waited for it to erupt in clouds.  Quickly but as carefully as he could he pulled the wounded officer into cover and examined the wound.  All he could do was try and put pressure on it and stem the bleeding until more officers arrived.  Connor’s sleeves were a mix of blood red and thirium blue.  The officer was trying not to scream at the pressure placed on his chest.  They could only wait.

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Detective Reign kept a low-profile among her peers at work. Generally, her reputation was that, while she was one hell of an investigator, she was a loner. A few had tried to reach out initially, with invites to the bar to celebrate solved cases, but were politely turned down each time. Harper respected her peers, even worried about some of them. In another life, she might have made close friends of them. But the reality remains: secrets are simply easier to hide alone. And Harper was practically spilling at the seams with secrets. So, she opted for the company of her work, her cat Valentine, and the occasional glass of wine.

Until one day, a Cyberlife official showed up at the department. He was dressed in expensive attire, an academic and stuffy air about him, asking around for Reign--somehow managing to be condescending with just a few words. He found her at her desk and the two exchanged hushed words. She must not have liked what he had to say, as the detective calmly stood from her desk and, without warning, landed a sickeningly loud punch square on the man’s jaw. He certainly had not been expecting it, as the impact landed him on the floor. He scrambled to his feet, anxious to leave. Harper felt the shocked stares piercing at her, tensing.

She released an exasperated sigh-turned-growl, marching her way in the direction of Fowler’s office: fully prepared to accept disciplinary action for that display.

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@bleedingviolet

Honestly Connor hadn't expected someone from Cyberlife to be here today. He thought that the official was going to talk to himself or maybe Captain Fowler. Even though he had never seen him before. The Android is just sat at his own desk beside Hank's updating case files. The official didn't even look in his direction so he realised the man was not here for him.

He approached Detective Reign and Connor couldn't help but watch with interest. Automatically he scanned the man and compared the facial recognition to his data base

Nothing but a name and a D.O.B everything else was redacted. Disappointing but if Cyberlife felt he didn't need to know about what ever this man did then he shouldn't pry it wasn't his business. However Connor still watched, his curiosity like the hunger of a wild animal, virtually insatiable.

Despite top of the range audio processors Connor couldn't make out the conversation but just enough unterances were audiable enough for him to establish the tone used even though he couldn't piece the words together, too many possibilities.

Needless to say he realised the punch coming within nanoseconds of Harper drawing a fist but it wasn't his call to intervene. Human only affairs were not part of his remit, but Harper was his colleague despite not really working together. Shutting down his terminal Connor moved to intercept the Detective before she got there. "You might have to wait a while to see Captain Fowler, Hank is currently in there.". He regarded Harper calmly, serene expression just like all the other androids here, but he did sport a small but knowing smile.

"Maybe you should take the time to calm down, if it helps you can vent your frustration at me.". God knows he could handle it.

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The gang sends North to human-assisted therapy~

*Seriously almost all humans in this game are ridiculously awful to androids, with exactly one nice human per main character (Hank acquired taste really) and with peaceful ending most of them poor regular bots gonna need LOTS of therapy. I headcanon after this Kara’s crew gonna open rehabilitation center with Rose’s assistance as the main positive exposure (she’s the best human hands down) and godknows North is in dire need of this therapy~ good start!

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detroithearted

“Not nothing,” she corrected. It was a huge deal. For her and the others. She didn’t want Connor to think it was a meaningless gesture because it wasn’t. They owed him big time. She owed him big time. “You saved all of us. We were deep enough that if you hadn’t given the heads up we may not have all made it out of Jericho.” They wouldn’t even have been having this conversation then. Tess would be laying at the bottom of the harbor with all of the others.

She was watching him very closely as he sat beside her on the couch. Android or not, Tess noticed his little hesitations and noticed how he seemed to be very unsure about his answers. “Reassigned?” Why did that just feel...off? Would Connor have really come all the way to see her to let her know he was being reassigned? There were some lines of work where that wasn’t exactly a good thing and she had a feeling that applied here as well. Tess looked him over for a long moment before her voice became a bit more firm. “Don’t lie to me Connor,” she said then. She did not appreciate being lied to.

“I don’t think you’re being completely honest with me.” Why would he come all this way to lie to her face? “If something is going on you can tell me you know.” Something was definitely wrong, but now it was a matter of figuring out what exactly it was. She was gonna have to do a bit of probing it order to get it out of him it seemed. “I don’t believe you’d go out of your way to tell me that unless you were being reassigned to work with the SWAT. Which, I’m pretty sure you’re not. So what’s this about a ‘reassignment’?”

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This gratitude felt foreign to him, not exactly from her but just in general.  Connor was rarely thanked for his work.  Life often hung in the balance but to him it was as mundane as the face up side of a quarter.  It was just the right thing to do.  “It was only to prevent the loss of more human lives”  He was distant but could clearly remember running into her and actually being worried that a friend and colleague could be killed there.  

Tess seemed to know he wasn’t actually telling the truth though and when she called him out on it with a firm tone Connor smiled just a little, he never thought she was a fool but she could see through him better than others.  That or his anxiety was showing.  He could let go of the guilt since she was pressing for the truth.  “You’re right.”  There was a moment as he considered not saying it too harshly but the Android decided to just be straight.  “I came to tell you I’m going to be deactivated, some useful parts might be recycled.”  He was only a prototype after all.  The true model was going to be the RK900.  “I served my purpose Tess, so I wanted to say goodbye.”

There was perhaps a flicker of being sad, like the weight of what deactivation meant was finally sinking in, and his far too logical mind knowing there would be nothing, no afterlife, the databases with everything he’d learnt would eventually just become a report file and erased, and whatever was physically left for him would be scrapped or reused in another unit.  No more missions, or chances to do anything.  He just hoped she wouldn’t be sad as she seemed more invested in him than he initially thought.  A positive interaction.  “I appreciated the time we worked together.”  He adds in an attempt to maybe make it a little lighter.

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Connor saw the order appear in his HUD but as the order to sit more human, another order contradicted it, how he felt was natural. “I am a machine, I don’t feel anything.” As he said it, he moved to copy Kamski’s way of sitting, hoping it would please the creator but as he held the position it didn’t feel right seem right in his code. The android moved out of the position and sat back in the position he was in before until ultimately sitting back, stretching his legs out a little and his hands were held over each other in the centre of his lap. This was right, it seemed like the right thing to do, even if it wasn’t like Elijah’s position. 

“It is in the best interest of CyberLife if I did Ka…Elijah.” He couldn’t believe he almost made a mistake. He was meant to be a perfect machine, incapable of making errors such as this but he did. His LED flickered red for a moment and then blue as he did his best to distract from the mistake, he wasn’t defective and he wasn’t going to be deactivated so soon. “CyberLife ensured to program me with the latest technology in integration, my social programming allows me to adapt to better relate to who I am working for and ensure minimal disagreements.” Hopefully, reassuring the human that he knows his place and functions would distract from the error in his systems.

The events from when the previous model was in this home. Kamski had promised if he had shot Chloe, he would be told all he had known. The last model could have found Jericho’s location, had it pulled the trigger but it didn’t do it, Instead, it let the other android go without harm. “If I was in the same position. I would have done what was necessary for the mission.” He needed to find Jericho’s location but he had failed to do so, he couldn’t find the deviant hideout and even now there was a chance that there were deviants still hiding there and of course locating it and taking out the last of the deviants was his mission. It was the thing he was programmed to do, but he knew that Kamski might not let him go back to it as he said before this.

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@dogandroses

Kamski just smiled, yes the Android was a machine, nothing on his tablet indicated that Connor was not performing within the correct parameters of his code.  But it felt like the Android was in denial even though he couldn’t deny what wasn’t true.  He was a machine.  There was just something about the insistence that made him question the true logic of this model.  The true Android is a psychopath, it doesn’t feel or worry and this model seemed worried.

He watched Connor attempt to mimic his own position but upon a realisation inside that he didn’t like it and reverted to what it was before.  Then he watched him actually make himself comfortable.  That satisfied him because he knew that how Connor allowed himself to sit now was a more genuine sitting position than before.  The relaxation of the legs was not really an expected choice but interesting.  

He made no comment, he wanted Connor to do most of the talking here.

Though he couldn’t hide the satisfaction at how Connor slipped up with his name.  That red flicker was a sign of distress and he knew the RK800′s stress levels must have spiked in that moment.  Offering a kind smile which just didn’t look right on his face he waves his hand dismissively.  “If you would prefer to call me Kamski, you can.”  he emphasised the word prefer.  Now Connor seemed distracted he seemed perturbed and Kamski replied “I don’t think we will have any problems Connor, you don’t need to reassure me.”

The conversation moved on to their first meeting.  “You believe you could have done it?  He was curious, it felt like a bluff but then it could be true he might do it just to prove he was not deviant.  “You could have looked into Chloe’s eyes, and shut her down right there, knowing she was obedient to her last?”  Kamski scrutinised every single feature he could.  He takes a deep inhale

Perfect

He meets Connor’s eyes again. “I would like you to prove it to me.”

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Been off the radar for a while! But who's still here? Also who do I owe stuff to? Drop me a message cause right now I can only think of one! Everythings been a bit hectic with uni and coronavirus

Also I've made a YouTube which is keeping me busy as I'm doing daily painting :). Also looking to pursue a career change after some self reflection.

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Only did 2 replies :/ I’ve got I think about 5 more to do!  But don’t worry guys I haven’t forgotten anyone <3

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@im-kara

Connor saw a group of heavily armed men go down an adjacent corridor and once they were gone he took the chance to lock the heavy steel door.  At least for now he didn’t need to use the pistol just yet.  After all shooting needlessly would just draw attention to their position.  Despite the fear and exertion, he remained visibly calm.  He was designed to function under high stress situations.

Of course an AX400 was not designed to cope with such a situation, it made her deceptively human like.  It was clear she feared for her life, but most deviants did.

He tucked the pistol away he knew it would contribute to her stress levels to be stuck in a confined space with a potential threat.  Her backing away from him seemed pitiful, she must be so scared, no where to run, and no one to call for help.  But she didn’t need to fear him, not any more.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”  His hands were raised, gun free, voice soft.  But no amount of negotiator programming helped him calculate what to say next.  To say he was deviant was too unreal.  “I recognised you, but we’re in this together now.”  Connor brought his hands back to his sides, “I promise you’ll make it out of here alive.”  She just had to trust him this once.

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@detroithearted

When Tess offered him a seat Connor glanced at the sofa as if he was considering weather or not he wanted to sit down.  He decided to take a seat.  He was struggling to think how to say it.  ‘I just came by to tell you that I’m due to be, deactivated?’  Too cold, sure he was more than capable of being cold, but he was here talking to a human colleague that he respected.  ‘decommissioned’?  That just sounded like a dressed up way of saying deactivated.

‘recycled’?  No that was the same, especially given the android recycling centres, she’d know what that meant.

‘retired’?  No

‘reassigned’  Yes!  That wasn’t the whole truth, well with some reasoning it could be considered an outright lie.  But it wasn’t like she’d know, it could be true because if he just vanished she’d never know what became of him.

Connor perked up though when he realised Tess was talking to him again, “It...”  ‘...Was a defective Connor who warned you not me.’  

“It was nothing.”  

It was hard, she was the only human who he’d interacted with knowing him in the few hours he was a deviant.  Of course their history spanned much longer than that.  No one else actually knew it, even then Tess might not have even realised it herself, maybe that was a good thing that she didn’t know that hours after the events at Jericho, Markus had executed his only deviant incarnation.  His LED gave a single red flash as he remembered the RK200 pointing a gun at him, then the sanitised white of the lights at Cyberlife as he was awakened again, so many questions and yet a desire for revenge which was sated.

But he was losing focus on why he was really here.  “Sergeant.  I’ve come to see you because I wanted to tell you in person that I am being...”  Connor gave a long pause, it was like every word was trying to take precedence  “...reassigned.”

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@replicantdeviancy

The look of anguish and resentment in Hank’s eyes had Connor shirk back a little, he really must be in some deep shit.  Even when the other told him he was okay so monosyllabically he knew that just wasn’t true.  But he didn’t know what to do, he’d already said sorry and he knew that he didn’t mean it because he wasn’t sorry for his actions, just sorry that it caused Hank pain.

They were both liars.

As Hank plugged in his seatbelt Connor copied him and watched the fog melt away as the car’s fans got to work.  Hank’s voice rumbled again telling him he was fine, and that also confirmed that he just wasn’t.  Why tell him twice? “Home”  Connor paused a little, the concept of having a home was still alien to him even though he’d been staying with the Lieutenant for some time.   “Home sounds good.”  

He watches the bricks of the alleyway slowly pass him by the silence of the car was heavy as if he was being crushed below the vehicle itself.  Connor couldn’t just sit here in silence, this happened every single time he got into bother.  Brief words and then heavy silences for the rest of the night, sometimes longer.  

“Hank, I, I think we should talk about yo- our personal issues.”  The Android was scared to broach the subject and fidgeted, his hands were suddenly so interesting.  Connor was remarkably like a child when they had done something naughty.  He couldn’t meet Hank’s eye and felt it hard to formulate the words he wanted to say.

But should he tell a half truth or the truth.  Or maybe just lie, he was very good at telling lies.

Even though his expression hardly shifted Connor was clearly finding it hard to articulate himself “I know I shouldn’t be so insubordinate.”  He started slowly, fuck Hank was going to wonder what the actual fuck was wrong with him for this he could tell.  “I just don’t want harm to come to you, I, can’t help it.  When I calculate a possibility that you could be injured I panic.”  

The Android turned away as he started to babble a little “It’s part of my programming to protect humans if possible, but you’re my friend, and I feel guilty for hurting you, but...”  

“I can’t do this.”  Connor hid his face in his hands giving a long exhale, what a mess.  He wasn’t crying but felt overwhelmed.  It was like every emotional response possible was trying to force it’s way out of him, he didn’t know if he should, cry, scream or laugh.  “I’m scared”

Scared of loss. 

Scared of being honest.

And scared of being alone.

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I’m So god damn tired :/ I’ll try to do more replies tomorrow :(

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“Of course Elijah.” As soon as it left him, it felt wrong. That was wrong, he shouldn’t call the creator by a name so informal but they were alone and he preferred to be called by his first name so he had to. His LED flickered amber for a moment before going back to blue as he had the internal war over the name. He didn’t have a place to question it, he was given the preference and so he had to go by that, he was a machine so he couldn’t speak against him or say that he wanted to be more formal. 

Connor couldn’t help but still question the name in his internal database even if he shouldn’t but the remark made by Kamski brought him out of his mind. “I am a machine. I have no need for comfort.” It was true though, he didn’t feel anything and so it included feeling uncomfortable or pain if he stood too long, he was made to idle standing. He was made out of metal and plastic, he didn’t have muscles or bones so being in pain wasn’t a possibility. “Is there a particular way to wish for me to sit?” While the question was not in his programming nor should he care but this was his last chance, any mistake or flaw could be seen as a defect and he had to adjust to how Kamski wanted him to be if he wanted to continue being of use. “I have yet to properly adjust to your personality so minor instances like this will be expected, it doesn’t mean I am defective.” Again, the words were not part of his programming but he wanted to ensure he wouldn’t be deactivated so soon after his activation as he still had his mission and could be used.

“The previous model was defective. It failed in its mission and it had traces of software instability.” Of course, he left out the minor bits he had, it wasn’t important information after all as it wouldn’t affect his purpose. He wasn’t the previous Connor. “Due to my deactivation and memory transfer to a stable model, that instability has left my systems and I can review where it failed and ensure I provide the service CyberLife intended to get from me.” Yet as the creator told him that he may not be tasked to hunt deviants, it did frustrate him a little, that was why he was made. “I understand Elijah.” He didn’t like calling him by such an informal title but he had no choice, Connor had to remind himself of the fact.

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@dogandroses

The amber flicker of Connor’s LED had a smile curl his lips, he knew that it would make him uncomfortable as well as genuinely preferring first name terms.  He knew what buttons to push, even if he was not directly involved with Connor’s programming, he had the telemetry of all of Connor’s workings as well as the reports.  It was not hard to come up with questions and scenarios that would make the Android question itself.

At the mechanical response to the statement of being uncomfortable Elijah let out a snort of amusement.  “Don’t be so coy, You know what I was inferring.”  When asked how he should sit, the human merely shrugged.  “No, but try not to look so awkward doing it, sit how you feel most natural.”  He wondered how would Connor chose to sit?  Remain as he was, maybe mimic his own position of having one leg loosely crossed over the other.  Or maybe something else, all of these small things indicated a personality, even something as simple as how to sit.

“You don’t need to adapt to my personality Connor, I want you to explore your own.”

Kamski listened to the Android talk about his predecessor, it seemed the RK800 was hung up on the idea of failure and defectiveness, It might be too early for him to suggest that his predecessor was in fact not defective so he decided to probe Connor’s mind in a different way.  “Connor the last time I saw you was at my home.  I am aware that it was a previous model but I am curious.”  His eyes met Connor’s, icy blue to the deepest brown.  “I tested you, and you chose not to deactivate the machine I put in front of you.”  

“I’m interested to know, if I told you that I might have had some information that you would find valuable would you have pulled the trigger?”

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♡ 〖 It was utter chaos, the sound of guns could be heard echoing in every direction. Androids were running around without thought, nothing but panic. Which in turn was getting a lot of them shot! Kara too was terrified, quickly turning one corner only to witness the execution of two androids she’d spoken to earlier that day. Hands moving up to cover her own mouth in shock. She pauses only a moment, quickly moving back around the corner to hide. Hands trembling as she tried desperately to calm herself down. 

This wasn’t just a raid, this was a massacre! These people weren’t trying to apprehend any of the androids inside, they were trying to get rid of them! Kara knows she can’t stay in that spot for long. It would only be a matter of time before an armored gunner found her! 

After a few more moments she finally pulls herself away from the wall and quickly, but cautiously, moves down another hallway. Careful to check each corner, not wanting to bolt out in front of a possible threat. It wasn’t until she’d nearly collided with another body that she let out a startled yelp. Quickly taking a step back, eyes darting up in fear of finding an armored face. What she finds instead is just as horrifying. 

She recognizes him immediately! And she’s quickly lifting her hands to show she was unarmed. He was wearing civilian clothing, it had taken a moment to realize it was him! The android that had forced her across the highway, the android who had hunted her like some sort of rabid animal. Why was he there? She isn’t given time to think, the sound of a gun going off causing her to jump. It sounded way to close for comfort! \ @the-connor-series

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@im-kara

Even though he had come to Jericho undercover it seems the US Military was not accepting that, how did they find it?  It must have been his tracker, they were following him!  If his thirium pump could sink it would be right now.  He’d already been stopped by a soldier but he was able to play it off that he was working for Perkins.  He needed to find a way out.  The Perkins excuse would only work so many times.  

When he came across Kara, even though he never knew her name he knew it was her because the look on her face was the same as it was back then on the highway.  It seemed a thing only a hunter would noticed, every Android showed fear differently, even if they were the same model.  

Her hands were raised already like she expected him to point a gun at her right away.  His dark eyes were fixed on the AX400, he knew she was scared, as if the situation wasn’t stressful enough for her.  “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.”  Connor reached out his hand to her with an open palm

*BANG*

He jolted at the sound of the shot as she did!  The RK800 lunged forward and gripped her wrist.  “This way!”  Guiding her out of the corridor he opened up one of the side doors.  He was sure that the group he’d ran into earlier where on their way here right now!  “Go in there, we can lock it.”  He placed his hand on her back to encourage her to go, despite the urgency he didn’t shove her.  

Connor glanced back over his shoulder, they were coming and with his other hand he held the grip of his pistol.

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“I’m coming!” She was a bit caught off guard by the quiet knock at her door. It was kind of late and Tess really wasn’t expecting anybody to come by today. Though she did live in an apartment with about a hundred other people so she figured it was just one of her neighbors. She hustled over to the front door from her bedroom and opened it up. “Connor?” The android was the last person she would have expected at her door. “I… Oh my gosh. Hey. How are you? What are you doing here?” She hadn’t seen him since the whole Jericho incident. “Come in, come in.” Tess quickly moved aside to let him in. 

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@detroithearted

After helping put an end to the android uprising and learning of his impending deactivation, Connor requested a week to just tie up some loose ends. The machine wanted to say it's good byes. It wouldn't get to again. All evidence was registered and he'd informed the majority of his colleagues that he was to be decommissioned. Naturally most people didn't care, nor did he expect them to. That or they were pleased he was going to be gotten rid of.

He came to see Tess she was probably the last person he was going to see before he returned to Cyberlife for the last time. "Hello Sergeant Walker.". He started. He could see that she hadn't expected him, most humans made appointments to see eachother.

Tess was hardly a close colleague, but she'd popped up through out his time so he felt that he perhaps should see her. The last time was on Jericho before it was detonated, he'd warned her of the explosives so she could get out while she still could. The rest was on the news and subsequenly history.

He stepped inside her house when invited to do so. She seemed more happy to see him that others he saw were. "I won't be taking up much of your time.". The words were surprisingly hard to find, maybe she thought they were friends and what he was going to say might upset her. "I'm fine? How are you?". He hardly knew what to say and straighten his tie.