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When Hank's wife abandons him and their young son, Hank struggles to adjust to single parenthood. He buys a second-hand domestic android to help keep his household afloat, an android with buggy software and an unusual amount of initiative. As Connor becomes an indispensable member of the household, Hank finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew about androids—and about authenticity, personhood, and society.
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This is so good, I’m going to stick around until the end. You know I’ve really enjoyed it when I’ve set aside every moment I have free to read it over the last three days.
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“Connor,” Hank says, reaching up to tap Connor’s cheek with his hand. “Connor, are you in there?”
Connor moans again, a long, drawn-out sound that Hank can hear echoed down the hall—
No, actually, it’s being echoed by the rows upon rows of androids he suddenly finds himself surrounded by. There are straight, even lines of androids getting fucked into infinity, each android pressed against a metal rack as though they’re nothing but chattel in the world’s most demented industrial farm. Each android is moaning in the exact same way as Connor, writhing in the exact same way as Connor, begging for more in the exact same way as Connor.
The realization comes to Hank slowly. This isn’t Connor; this is whatever program takes over for domestic androids whenever their owners want to fuck them. This is whatever controls them so they do more than just lie there like a dead fish. Connor’s trapped somewhere inside his body, forced into the backseat by his own programming.
“Connor…” He gets the sense he should be less comfortable with this realization than he is. But it’s hard to think about anything other than how good it feels to be still inside of Connor.
“Use me,” Connor gasps, trying to rock into Hank. “Use me, Hank, please…”
It’s the sound of his name that does him in. His hips twitch forward, and as soon as he feels that tiny bit of friction, all his resistance crumbles. He can’t not pick up the pace, growl into Connor’s chest and keep fucking him.
Connor’s whole body begins bobbing again, the short cries that are wrung from him perfectly in time with the cries of every other android surrounding them. “Oh! Oh! Oh, yes! More!”
Connor’s LED is still spinning yellow. Panting with the effort it takes to pay attention, Hank watches it spin. Yellow—yellow isn’t as bad as red. Connor’s probably okay with this if his LED is yellow and not red…
“Hank! Oh! Hank!” Connor grabs Hank’s shoulders, his head tipping back so Hank can no longer see his LED. “Break me! Ruin me!”
And when Hank looks down from trying to peer up at Connor’s face, he sees red blood seeping out of the massive gash that’s crossing Connor’s bare chest and shoulder—
Hank startles awake when something touches his face. His heart is pounding and he has no idea where he is for a brief moment.
“Hank. Shh.” Connor’s voice is as gentle as the hand cupping his cheek.
“Huh? Wha…?”
“It’s alright. You were having a nightmare.”
When Hank feels like he can breathe normally again, he groans and rolls onto his back.
Connor follows him, resting half on Hank’s chest. Hank’s mind is still addled from the dream, but Connor’s weight is real and something about it grounds him and comforts him.
He doesn’t quite feel like he deserves to wrap an arm around Connor, but he does anyway. He can feel Connor smile into his chest.
“Connor,” Hank croaks, “if you wanted to leave, you would, right?”
“I don’t want to leave,” Connor says, and there’s something sure and firm about his voice that makes Hank want to abandon his question entirely. “Go back to sleep, Hank.”
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