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Gavin Reed was cold, distant, even.
He hated androids, only because of some random thing that happened a long time ago that he can't even remember.
When Anderson got that new plastic toy, everyone loved it.
It was all they ever wanted. Something nice, agreeable, amazing.
Everything Gavin wasn't.
The first week that he met him, Connor tried to shake his hand. Shake his hand! Can you imagine?
Later, as Gavin was finally starting to get into his flow, it was disrupted by the smell of sweet, bitter coffee.
Connor had placed a nice hot cup of it in front of him.
Coffee.
Android.
Gavin snatched it and watched as Connor awkwardly just stood there.
"Well? You waiting for a 'thanks'? You've come to the wrong place."
Connor walked back to its desk, resigned, and started its work.
After he left, Gavin threw it away.
For a bit, Connor would come to get him coffee, and Gavin would accept it, insult him, and then throw it away.
"You expecting thanks?"
"Ha. Thought today would be any different?"
"Thank you...for going back to your desk and staying there, plastic prick."
After the revolution, androids got all of their rights, or whatever. Connor changed, too. He became even more happy and agreeable and passionate and nice and-
H u m a n.
A week went by. More coffee, though it seemed colder to the touch. The trash can next to his desk was starting to smell like Starbucks.
So when one day, there was no coffee, Gavin just sat there in shock.
Where is my coffee?
Where is Connor?
Why isn't...he...getting my coffee?
When Connor came in, he just sat at his desk and started filing through his folders.
Not even looking at him.
"Hey...uh...tin-can? Where is my coffee?"
Connor did nothing.
"Hey."
Nothing.
"Hey!"
Nothing.
"Can you just listen to me!? What's gotten you so cold all of a sudden!?"
Connor finally looked up and furrowed his eyebrows.
"I'm just doing what I would like to do now. You never thank me or even acknowledge my presence." By now Gavin could swear he saw a glint in his eyes, like a predator stalking its prey. Like a robot about to accomplish its mission.
"I am just being what you requested of me."
Connor cocked his head, almost as if he was calculating the best way to attack.
"Plastic pricks do not get coffee for their colleagues."
But then Connor took out another, nice, hot cup and placed it on his desk.
"Here is a parting gift, Detective."
Gavin grabbed and sipped it. He gasped.
It was amazing.
He finished it quickly, the coffee being at just the right temperature to soothe his aching throat.
And his heart pulsed in shame because he knew that for two months he had thrown this amazing, wonderful, perfect coffee into the trash. He didn't get any more coffee the next day, or the day after that.
The taste lingered like poison, reminding him of how his actions had consequences.
He just didn't expect them to feel so bittersweet.
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