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Characters RK800 "Connor" and Hank Anderson
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human
Summary: A new Connor is sent out after the first one is deactivated following a failed attempt at acquiring the illegal android known as York. Continued from this thread a few months later.


His eyes open.

He has two eyes. Of course. All CyberLife androids are modeled with the same basic features, but for some reason RK800 "Connor" has this strange, unreasonable expectation that he could lift his hand and touch a gaping orbital socket, delicate inner circuitry exposed to the non-sterile air. He doesn't. But for a moment the feeling is still there and he files it away as an error to report later.

It fades away by the time he exits HQ and takes the waiting SUV to his objective.

> Report to DPD Central
> Report/introduce self to [CAPTAIN] FOWLER, JEFFREY
> Report/introduce self to [LIEUTENANT] ANDERSON, HANK
> UPDATE command priority to include [LIEUTENANT] ANDERSON, HANK

After that, it becomes more open-ended, likely contingent on how things progress with his new partner...

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He's distantly aware of men and women's faces turning to follow him as he marches out of Captain Fowler's office. Unaware that they've already seen him - an old, malfunctioning, obsolete predecessor - Connor heads to the next objective to his mission. Fowler has pointed out where Anderson's desk is and actually did a quiet double-take when he saw the man was actually sitting hunched at it. He'd muttered something like well I'll be damned, he's actually on time for a change.

Excellent. This saves Connor from having to search for him.

He strides right up to Hank's desk, coming to a stop with his perfect posture, looking at him with zero recognition, and he promptly holds out his hand for a handshake just like Laurier had all those months ago.

"Good morning, Lieutenant Anderson. My name is Connor: I'm the android sent by CyberLife."

Comments

[heavymetallieutenant]

When Hank had come to work this morning, he was just coming off of a two-day bender. Luckily there hadn't been any real emergencies that couldn't be handled by the other DPD officers in that time, but now he was reaping what he sowed, with a hangover that made him want nothing more than to lay his head down on the cool surface of his desk and maybe attempt to sleep it off while looking like he was doing something vaguely work-like.

Until he hears a greeting, in a voice familiar to him in the way that a song he can't remember the title of anymore is familiar to him. His eyes are squinted against the overhead lights of the bullpen but soon he's able to focus on the face of the android that introduces itself, and he just. Freezes.

"Fuckin' Christ," he mutters, looking down at the hand presented to him and sneering. "The fuck do you want?"