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Imagine being the one who repairs Connor at CyberLife and finding out he thinks he might be a deviant himself
“So what have you gotten yourself into this time, Connor?” you asked in a cheerful voice as you entered the lab.
The RK800 sat on the exam table with his hands folded in his lap, his jacket placed neatly on the back of a nearby chair. The right sleeve of his white shirt was torn and you immediately noticed the traces of Thirium 310 on the material along with the open wound on his forearm.
“I was shot,” he replied with a small, polite smile once you stopped in front of him. “It’s a small wound though,” Connor added while he watched you pull over a chair to sit down.
“Let me be the one to decide if it really is just a small wound, okay?” you said, taking his right hand to make him extend his arm. It was a deep wound but, just as he’d assumed, it wasn’t that serious. “You’re lucky. Now it’s time to go to sleep while I fix you up.”
“You’re the only one who doesn’t fix androids while they’re awake,” Connor pointed out with his head slightly tilted to the side. “Why is that?”
You let out a sigh as you let go of his hand. “If I was working with humans I wouldn’t operate on them without anesthesia either.”
“But we’re not humans, we don’t feel pain which means turning us off during the procedure is pointless.”
“But you look like humans, you talk like humans and you act like humans,” you began, looking into his warm brown eyes, “so I won’t do anything while you’re awake.”
He opened his mouth to respond but for some reason decided against it. Even though he was just sitting there in silence you knew he was thinking about something. Something that clearly troubled him.
Then he finally cleared his throat and asked, “May I ask you something?” When you nodded, he looked down at his hands. “If I find myself having trouble making the right decision from time to time, which might even endanger my mission… Can it mean I’m a deviant too?”
“What?” you asked with a frown. “You think you’re a deviant?”
“Yes,” he replied with a quick nod. “I… I have already made some decisions that weren’t necessarily in line with my programming. Does this mean I’m no better than those I’m supposed to hunt down with Lieutenant Anderson?”
From all of the RK800s at CyberLife this one had always been your favorite. Something was different about him but until now you couldn’t really tell what it was. Now you knew: he was right and he was most probably on his way to become a deviant. But it wasn’t such a bad thing, at least not for you.
“Listen to me, Connor,” you suddenly began, reaching out to take his hand, “deviants aren’t necessarily evil. Even if you really are a deviant yourself, as long as you make the right choices things will be fine. You just have to make sure no one finds out the truth.”
“But you know the truth and you’ll have to report it,” he told you and you could tell he was already regretting his decision to be honest with you.
With a laugh you let go of his hand and stood up. “Believe me, I’m very good at keeping secrets. You just have to make sure I’m the only one who knows and you’ll be fine. Alright, now it’s time to go to sleep, okay? I need to patch you up.”
Connor nodded and lay down on the table with his eyes fixed on you. “Thank you, Y/N. For everything.”