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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."

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"Thank you for your cooperation."

Connor's hand drops to his side as soon as Hank releases his hand. The android's voice is as pleasantly neutral as his face and if there's a hint of smug satisfaction at getting the Lieutenant to play nice, it's entirely up to interpretation if it's there or just a figment of the imagination.

He pauses, noticing that once again the human has turned his back, and for a moment the thought occurs in his mental processes that this could be a deliberate act of stubbornness like earlier. This time Connor waits a few seconds longer than before, as he registered that one must be less..prompt with social interactions with ANDERSON, HANK as an android.

After a few seconds Connor chooses to sit down in the chair across from the Lieutenant's cluttered desk, both hands curled around the armrests, and at least he isn't towering over the seated human anymore.

"Maybe I'm repeating what you already know, but I'm here to assist you in any capacity necessary." (That he can rationalize to Amanda, to CyberLife, as being for the greater good). "I could handle filing for you, if you wanted. If you want coffee or a lunch run, I can do that too."

He starts small, offering an innocent olive branch.

[heavymetallieutenant]

Deliberately ignoring Connor clearly isn't working, to Hank's chagrin. He takes a long, steadying breath and finally looks back at the android with a deep scowl. That little quirk of lips and eyebrows intensifies the smug tone that he gets from Connor and it makes him prickle.

"How 'bout you do me a favor and stop trying to make nice," he snaps, keeping his voice down if only to keep from drawing the Captain's attention back over to them. "If you got questions, terminal's right there on your desk."

thinking timeskip? Could do it where he comes with Hank to interview someone

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Connor sits with his hands folded neatly in his lap, almost as if he's in school, but he doesn't access the terminal. Not yet.

Instead the android's head swivels so that he's still staring at Lieutenant Anderson. For a moment he doesn't say anything, just thoughtfully studies the man with those dark eyes and a small cant of his head to the side.

"I'll familiarize myself soon." A pause as he considers the order, weighs it, and decides that CyberLife's directive to become a desirable partner supersedes it. "...I'm sorry for the discomfort I cause you, Lieutenant."

Perhaps they do what they really should about Todd and talk to him more than just taking a report?

[heavymetallieutenant]

A weird shiver runs up Hank's spine at the way that Connor's head swivels, a little too smooth, a little bit uncanny. He narrows pale eyes at Connor's big brown doe-eyed gaze and his mouth works against the immediate desire to lash out.

He sighs deeply and sits back, trying to decide how to deal with this, since Connor has apparently decided that ignoring him is only going to make him more obnoxious. The apology rankles him; he knows it's not sincere. Not in the way that a human would be. He has the words but not the feeling. Fucking androids.

"Yeah whatever," he grunts, rolling his eyes and finally getting his desk in order.

oh yes definitely. We could share npcing of him

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Connor might not have that almost borderline innate human instinct to read when "the room changes", but he can mark out several facial and body-language markers that have shifted after the verbal apology. Anderson's sigh had a definite mark of resignation to it. The apology doesn't seem to have 100% the desired effect, but it is more than 0.00% and he finds that...agreeable.

The android pauses to watch Lieutenant Anderson before he accesses the terminal, turns his head away to glance at it, and by the time Hank runs out of things to organize, Connor is already pushing away from the desk across him, one hand flat against it, slender fingers splayed.

"We have somewhere we can start. There's a man who just reported in at the front desk: a WILLIAMS; TODD."

A pause as the RK800 expands his auditory sensor range. Mumbles and the dull buzz of conversation become louder, loud as shouts, and he can filter to Mr. William's voice in order to reduce the disruptions from the others. His LED snaps back to blue as he adds:

"I'll retrieve coffee as he sounds like he wants some. Should I get you one too while I'm in the break room?"

[heavymetallieutenant]

"Don't bother," Hank replies, standing at the same time that a notification appears on his computer's display to notify him of exactly what Connor just had, courtesy of the android working there. He doesn't have long to wonder why the guy's name sounds familiar, when he looks toward the gate keeping the lobby separate from the bullpen to the man just passing through it with the kind of pinch-faced displeasure that comes with people that have a history with the police.

Just what kind becomes increasingly obvious to him the longer he looks at Todd: from the blotchy complexion to the bloodshot eyes to the halting speech and rasp of his voice, Hank can see an addict from across the room. Moving to narcotics to homicide hadn't gotten him away from people like Todd; the drug trade and murder just tended to go hand in hand.

With Connor momentarily out of the way, Hank moves to watch the man go to take a seat and give his report: his nanny, an AX400, had done a damn good job of busting up his house, assaulting him, and kidnapping his daughter. It feels...weird. Wrong. Hank knows when not ignore weird, wrong feelings.

He waits until he sees Connor, and stares at the android. How to tell Connor with his eyes that he wants his hunch confirmed...

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Connor returns with that cup of coffee, winding his way around the rows and rows of desks.

As he approaches, Todd pauses to stare with a little frown creasing his blotched face - he's never seen this model before and after last night's bullshit, more ugly surprises just causes his expression to darken as he glances from the coffee cup to the RK800 leaning down slightly to offer it, unaware that he's looming over the man.

"...Put it down," Todd grumbles. He seems to have suddenly changed his mind about wanting coffee, his arms folded across his chest as he refuses to reach for the styrofoam cup. "I don't want no plastic here, you shitting me?"

Connor joins the two men, aware of two different kinds of stares. The one from Mr. Williams is jittery, aggressive, threatened, sullen; the one from Lieutenant Anderson is less aggressive, a mix of what appears to be exasperation and...suspicion? His eyes are narrowed slightly and he appears to be chewing the inside of his cheek, tells that Connor will file away even as he clasps his hands behind him and dips his chin apologetically toward Todd.

"Mr. Williams, I'm sorry if my presence is distressing, but I hope you will find it worth the temporary discomfort: CyberLife sent me specifically to assist with cases like yours."

Just like Hank, Connor has picked out what appear to be signs of a chronic user of Red Ice. It occurs to him that the man's testimony might not be 100% accurate and it would be preferable to grill him more closely, to catch him in any lies and slip-ups.

"Anything and everything you tell us could help us help you. If you would prefer some privacy, there's some rooms in the back we could discuss this without being overheard," he adds, and Todd actually flinches a little, eyes darting unconsciously to Hank and betraying the fact that his hunch was right.