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You’re a firebending detective on loan from the NYPD.

You needed to get away, to figure yourself out. Especially after your last major case you dubbed as “Equality”. You didn’t know much about your new job outside the basics of the new case other than they needed an experienced lightingbender. It also had to deal with a topic you were vaguely interested in during Equality.

Not many people wanted to pick up the case. Especially with the downgrade in pay and transfer to a cold city. Firebenders tended to hate the cold. You were no exception to the rule either. A double whammy to make most people immediately say no.

But it dealt with oddly behaving androids.

Which is part of the reason why you said yes. Days later after packing your bags, you arrived to what felt like the coldest place on Earth.

Even Buffalo wasn’t this cold.

What a Midwestern winter welcome.

At least your bedroom finally felt like home, comfy and warm. Your bathroom was set.

Now comes the living room.

You took a deep breath in and power posed.

“I got this!”

Hours passed before you found yourself laid down on the ground next to the unfinished built couch you got from Ikea yesterday.

“What am I doing here?” You asked yourself for the 5^th time that night. Moving boxes were scattered around; some were still closed while others were open with items littered everywhere as you tried to organize and get at least the basics set up. Like a working stove. Currently, you were using your mini parrilla and your own firebending to cook your own food.

Chuta. How did I forget?

 You still haven’t done grocery shopping for the upcoming week. You had just enough for tonight.

“Fuuuuuck.” You moaned, staring at the bare white ceilings. “Why couldn’t I start on Monday?” You felt a small flame escape from your mouth as you sighed.

Deep breath in. Slow breath out.

You forced a cocky smile on your face.

“Get it together girl! Tomorrow will be better…ojalá.” You said with a frown, your cheer lackluster.

…..

“That there is Lieutenant Anderson’s desk. You can take the other one. It’s been empty for a while.” Chris said. He was the first friendly face you had met in your workplace and had gladly given you the tour to settle in. Your superior hadn’t even arrived to work yet. It was 10 in the morning.

“Not a people-person?” You joked.

Chris snorted.

“More like an anti-people person. He’s a grumpy ass, but don’t let that scare you off. He’s good at his job. Now, that I finished the tour, is there anything else that you need?”

“Nah, I’m good. This Yank can handle whatever you throw at her.” You smirked.

Chris chuckled.

“No wonder the boss specifically asked for you. Maybe you’ll be able to crack the case. Now if you ever need help, feel free to ask.”

“Thanks Chris. I appreciate the tour.” You settled down into your nice clean desk next to Lt. Anderson’s. You took out some folders Captain Fowler gave you from your bag as well as a few knickknacks you brought from home. You put up three picture frames underneath the computer: one of your old co-workers, your family and a few friends. You put away a pack of gum, Purell, colored pens and some note pads in the desk drawers. Finally, you took out a pro-bending animal figurine of your favorite team: The Queens Coywolves, the all-female bending team. The Coywolf in its purple bending gear had fire in its paws, ready to strike.

It was a gift from your adoptive airbending brother, Lucas. You got it after your last big case. He knew how much pro-bending lifted your spirits up. Especially, after you recently regained your lost bending abilities.

You shivered. Time to think on friendlier subjects.

Like androids turning against their programing and committing crimes. AKA, “Deviants”.

Definitely better than remembering the past year.

It’s why you left New York after all. You needed change.

You can definitely deal with robots. It’s not like they were Equalists.

You spent the morning going over the folders, jotting down notes, similarities you found in the past and active cases. Before you knew it, it was lunch time. Chris took you out to get a bite to eat and gave you a quick run-through of town, its people and the relationship between humans and androids.

“So…what’s your thoughts on androids?” Chris asked as you buckled your seatbelt. He started the car, taking the two of you back to work.

“I don’t personally trust them. I remember freaking out as a kid after ‘The Terminator’ movie. It soured my view of IA robots.” And it’s not just that either.

“IA?”

“Sorry, I mean AI. IA is how we say it in Spanish. Inteligencia Artificial. We only saw movies in Spanish at home.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “My folks wanted to make sure I didn’t forget my roots.”

“As it should be. So, ‘The Terminator’ made you scare of androids? You’ll have a rough time here in Detroit. We’re the capital of AI and android production.” Chris chuckled.

You stuck out your tongue. He laughed in reply.

“I’ll be fine.” You huffed. “I’m not scared, I just dislike them. My folks always said it was for lazy rich people who need more to boss around. It has the added bonus to get rid of us since they don’t have to pay for android service.”

“Amen to that. We have about a 35% unemployment rate right now thanks to the models they released over a decade ago. They’re everywhere. You can’t go by a day without meeting one. Especially in Downtown. The fact that they’re going deviant frightens me a bit. They can easily take over if they wanted to. Especially with the number of them and the way some people treat them.” Chris said as he parked the car into its spot.

“I agree, but it’s a good thing I’m on the case.” You patted your fist above your heart with a grin as you got out of the car and made your way to the building. “I think Captain Fowler also said that I’ll be meeting with Lt. Anderson once he comes back from a case he’s investigating. I’m excited to work with him; I’ve been told he’s good at his job. So, hopefully between the two of us, we’ll figure it out.” You smiled at Chris.

“Just keep your head straight and don’t bug him too much. I respect the man, but he’s fighting some ghosts.” Chris said as the two of you entered the precinct.

“Good afternoon.” You said, giving a quick wave and smile to the receptionists ‘droids before making your way to the bullpen.

“You know for a person who dislikes ‘droids, you sure are friendly to them.” Chris elbowed you with a mischievous smile.

“What? My parents taught me to have good manners to everyone, from the garbage man to the CEO. Plus, they look so human! As long as they don’t bug me, I won’t bug them.”

“Yeah, but androids aren’t people.” Chris shook his head, chuckling. “You’re a weird one. That’s one thing I can say for sure.”

“Yet you still like me.”

“Hmm…I’m not sure about that.” The black man crossed his arms, with a finger tapping on his lip as if he was seriously thinking about it.

You gasped, “Really Chris? After that great lunch that we had? I thought we had something special.” You pouted, getting into your act.

Chris laughed, his body shaking with joy. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Your facial expressions are too much.”

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week.” You bowed only to frown when you saw your desk filled with more folders. “What’s this?!” You winced.

“I believe it’s call paperwork.”

“Can’t I just burn it up? Makes my life easier.” You sighed as you sat down in your desk.

“The day you get to burn your paperwork is the day I can airbend mine to the Detroit River. Heck, maybe even blow it to Canada. I’m sure those Canucks wouldn’t mind. They’re nice fellows after all.”

You laughed.

“Alright Chris, I have to get back to work. See you at lunch. Same time next week?” You held your hand out in the fist.

“You know it Sparks.” He pounded back before leaving with a wave. “See you on Monday.”

“See you then.” You smiled before frowning at the work in front of you. “Right, time to hit the books.”

You didn’t know how much time had passed. All you knew was the endless amount of words and pictures from the mountain fold of folders gathered on your desk. With each completed folder, you jotted things that stood out. The number of runaways. Deviation attacks on owners. Recovered androids and their odd behaviors that you would consider as suspected abused if they were human. Alleged stowaways.

But there was something missing from your notes.

You paused as you reviewed your writing and snapped your fingers.

“Of course!”

Locations.

Where did they take place? You wish you bought that physical map on your drive to Detroit! Maybe there was a connection between all of them. You went through the folders again, noting each of their locations, quickly scribbling it down in your notepad.

You were so focused that you didn’t even notice the shadow that lingered in front of you. Not until someone cleared their throat.

“Hold on…give me a minute. I just need to jot this down.”

“Detective Santiago.” A smooth male voice spoke.

Apparently, they couldn’t give you a minute. You groaned and finished writing the last of your notes before you looked up with your arms crossed. You glared when you saw the sky blue LED.

 An android and a new model as well. You never seen an RK800 before.

You understood if it was a human, but weren’t androids supposed to be obedient to human command?

“Yes. And you are?”

“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife. I was assigned to aid you and Lt. Anderson for the Deviant Investigation.” It held out its hand.

“What?” You pushed your chair back, feeling your pulse increase a bit. “No one told me I was going to be working with a robot.” You mumbled to yourself before looking back at the ‘droid. “Hold on, give me a minute.” You leapt up and made your way to the Captain’s office. You didn’t even care that you accidently gave off a wave of hot air with every step you took.

There is no way he ‘forgot’ to mention this to me. No way.

You took a deep breath when you arrived at the door. You knocked before entering.

“Come in.”

The black Captain didn’t even notice you were in. You took a deep breath in and exhaled.

Remember, speak civilly. Even if you are mad.

“Captain Fowler, I seemed to be misinformed when I took the offer. No one mentioned to me that I would be working with an android for my case.”

He stopped typing and shifted to look at you with a frown.

“CyberLife sent over this android to help with the deviant android investigation as per our agreement this afternoon. It’s an expensive state-of-the-art prototype who will act as your partner and will hopefully speed up the investigations. Do you have any problems with that?”

Yes.

“No.” You lied. “Is there anything else I should know before I’ll be sprung with another surprise?”

“No, you should be good. I know between you, Anderson and the android, we should be able to figure out what’s causing this spurge of deviation. Now, if you don’t mind, you have a new case on your hand. The android behind you should be able to give you more complete details about it.”

“Android?” You turned back and nearly jumped at the bot you found behind you standing at attention. “Wha-when did you get in here?” You squeaked.

“I was here the entire time.” The android stated, its lips twitched for a second before it went back to the standard blasé android look.

Did he just smirk?

“Now if you excuse me, I have some cases to look over. Connor, update Detective Santiago on this latest case. Make sure to fetch Anderson before you go over to the scene.”

“Understood. Detective,” The android opened the door. “After you.” It gestured with its hand.

You glared back at the ‘bot as you exited the office, but not before grumbling a small ‘Thank you Connor’.

I shouldn’t have thanked it. Why do old habits die hard? Why does it have to look so human? You thought grumpily in your mind.

After reviewing the new case, you felt your heart pound in excitement. Your first case in Detroit! You needed to investigate the homicide of a man named Carlos Ortiz who was found by his landlord just moments ago. It didn’t matter that you needed Lt. Anderson’s oversight, what mattered was getting the wheel going.

However, there was still one major problem.

It was six pm and your superior was nowhere in sight. After asking around and some googling, you came down to a conclusion.

“Connor, can you do me a favor and search for Lt. Anderson. I’m new in town and I have no idea where those bars are located at.” You frowned, looking at the number of bars and their far-off locations on your phone.

 “I can see that you’re excited and want to head straight there and get started, but you know that protocols state that you can’t enter the scene till the Lieutenant gives you permission.” Connor stated.

You flicked your head up with a glare.

“I know.” You spat before exhaling, crossing your arms. “It’s just going to take forever to find him. It’s been a long week already and I don’t appreciate the surprises Detroit has been giving me.” You glared at the files on your desk.

“There’s two of us.” Connor voice sounded a bit more upbeat than usual.

“What?” You looked up, a bit confuzzled but you waited. You wanted to see where the android was taking this.

“With the two of us, we can search for the Lieutenant in half the time. If I find him first, I can even have him grant permission so you can go straight to the scene and start investigating. I’ll get a ride with him there.” Its face looked like an excited puppy that you couldn’t help but give a half smile.

“Is negotiating one of your talents?” You tilted your head.

“It is, but it’s programmed into me. Not a talent.” His voice was a-matter-of-fact blasé once more.

Interesting change in tone.

After thinking it through for a minute, you huffed. He had a point.

“Fine. You win. Let’s go find Lt. Anderson together so we can go investigate this homicide.” You grabbed your car keys and made your way out to the lot.

You didn’t find Lt. Anderson in the first bar. Nor the second. You swore in Spanish as you saw Connor exit empty-handed at the third and snorted out a small puff of flame when he came back into the car after the fourth. Still, no Lieutenant in sight. At this point, you and Connor went to eight different bars between the two of you.

You shouldn’t have been surprised.

From the flat tire on your way to Detroit, to your broken stove, large files, and unannounced android partner, you shouldn’t have been surprised to have an alcoholic superior. Your old boss did warn you that you weren’t going to have a fun time in Detroit.

You weren’t going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

You were at your sixth bar when Connor called you, stating that he found the Lieutenant and to meet them at the crime scene.

He even got the man to give you immediate access to enter the place.

At least the android is useful for something. You thought with a sigh.

“Okay, thanks Connor.” You said before ending the call and walked to the middle of the empty street. You took a deep breath and blew out flames with all your might. You didn’t care that you looked like a crazy fire-breathing dragon.

You needed to cool your head.

Especially after the crappy first three days Detroit gave you when you got here.

With your frustration spent and your head a touch calmer, you headed out for your first investigation in the Motor City.

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The drive to the crime scene reminded you of the times you went from the urban life of NYC to the suburban life of the surrounding counties as apartments switched to perfectly mowed lawn and pristine houses.

Except for the house where the crime scene took place.

Yep, that was definitely a house that screamed TROUBLE. You didn’t even need to be a detective to know that.

The windows were boarded up, the paint was peeling off, leaving behind a brown base. Grass and plants were overgrown. The sidewalk was loaded with neighbors and the media as an officer stood at the entrance, preventing anyone from entering. You parked a few feet away from the house. You didn’t want to be near that crowd.

You threw on your brother’s brown jacket after parking the car, smiling at the room it gave you to wear a warm zipper-up sweater underneath. It was your favorite waterproof windbreaker to wear with its soft comfort. Plus, it smelled like home. You weren’t going to admit to your fam that you felt homesick just yet.

Or that you stole Luke’s jacket.

You took a deep breath. Flicking your hand, you watched as a small warm flame appear on your palm, providing you with the warm light and comfort.

Living proof that you still had your fire.

“Okay, time to go.” You exhaled, dissipating the flame. “Show time.”

You got out of the car, padding your pockets. Yep, your flashlight, gloves and pocket baton were there along with your work phone, notepad and pen. So was Luke’s Zippo.

Huh.

How could you forget.

It was his most prized possession. He always liked to tease you, saying that he was a firebender too.

What a dork. You smiled with a shake of your head before frowning at the unkept house. Why does it always have to rain on nights like these?

You made your way to the flashing lights, noting how the rain added to the ominous crime scene as the suburbanites voices filled in the background.

“I knew someone was squatting there!”

“I didn’t even know that that place was livable…”

“Yeah, there was some creep that lived in there.”

Voices mumbled all around you. You paid closed attention to them. Nosy neighbors were always a good source of information. Especially suburbanites. Even if some of the comments rubbed you the wrong way.

Right, so victim was a male. Maybe a squatter. Seen as a creep and a possible druggie. Hispanic. You snorted. Way to represent su gente cabrón. You shook your head and arrived at the entrance where a DPD droid awaited you.

You showed it your new DPD badge as you stated your name.

“Access granted. Welcome Detective Santiago.” The police android said.

You nodded with a ‘Thank you’ and went on your way into the house. You winced as the smell of old cigarettes and rotting flesh greeted your nose.

“Gross.” You mumbled.

“I know, right? It smelled worse before we opened the windows.” A white man with gray hair and mustache greeted you. “The name is Ben Collins. You must be the new kid the boss has been talking about that’s working with Hank. You’re a firebender, right?” He held his hand held out.

“Yeah, that’s me. Detective Santiago.” You shook his hands.

“Try not to burn the place down.” He gave you a chuckle.

“No need.” You took out your flashlight with a smirk.

It was the same old question all firebenders would get whenever they were in an investigation after that ash-hat. All it took was for one guy to mess up for all other firebenders to be thrown under the stereotyped bus.

“Prepared, aren’t you?”

“Luck favors the prepared.” You winked. You refused to be pre-defined by that one dude.

“Huh, a Pixar fan. I already like you.” He gave you a lopsided smile.

“Thanks, so tell me what you know sir.”

So, a tenant who hasn’t paid his bills for a few months. A check in call by the landlord and a discovery of a days-old rotting body by some poor cop. History of theft and aggravated assault. A ‘Red Ice’ user and a loner. Possible murder weapon, a kitchen knife. Also owns an android that went missing.

You summarized the new information in your mind before repeating it back verbally to the man to ensure that you heard everything right.      

“Yep, that’s all you need to know. Have a look around and see what else you could find. I’m going to step out and take a breath of fresh air.” He said.

“Sounds good to me.” You nodded as you began to explore.

The house was a mess and screamed of a creep. Eden Club Flyer and Android sexual magazines in the kitchen. Red Ice, some Detroit specialized drug, laid in the living room. That’s not even touching the background check that you learned of the cochino from talking to your lunch buddy, Chris. He was currently in the kitchen, writing down evidence.

“It’s safe for you to bend a light here if you want.” Chris said with a smile.

“I’m good for now. I have a flashlight with me.” You winked as you glanced at the kitchen once more.

Whoever killed the man did the world a favor. You frowned as you went back to observe the body after seeing the dent in the baseball bat and blood spilled in the kitchen. You felt a chill in your spine as you read the words above the victim written in dried blood.

I AM ALIVE

The creepier part? All of the letters were perfect.

As if it was written by a computer.

An android attack.

But how?

Why?

How can an android disobey their internal protocol codes? Is it possible for them to have emotions? Free will?

You shuddered, thinking about the number of times you’ve seen people abused their android. If humans were treated that way…

You shook your head.

Focus. Let’s see what the victim’s body can say. You thought as you kneeled down to study the dead figure.

“Murder weapon’s definitely a kitchen knife.” You mumbled, looking at the dried blood on the victim’s torso. You already had an idea the attack first occurred in the kitchen, first by the victim hitting his robot with the bat. The android retaliated back with a knife attack till the victim landed and died at this current spot.

There were a lot of stab wounds.

“I wonder how many times he was stabbed?” You hummed.

“28 times.” A voice said in front of you.

You jumped back, landing on your butt with your hand above your pounding heart.

“Geez Connor.” You huffed before glaring. “Give a person a warning next time.” You breathed in slowly and deep as possible, automatically focusing back to breath control. A firebender’s habit impossible to shake off.

“I apologize. It wasn’t my intent to startle you. I had assumed you heard the Lieutenant and I come in.”

“Yeah, well…I tend to zone out when I’m focused.” You sighed as you stood up. “I’m going to meet up with Lt. Anderson and have a look around. Have fun Conner.”

You didn’t bother listening to his reply as you started looking around for the Lieutenant. You found him in the kitchen, studying the room. It must be him. It was time to meet your elusive boss.

You had seen his picture before and corresponded to him by email.

Well, you sent him an email. He just never replied.

You just figured that he was busy at the time.

Now, you weren’t too sure what to think of him as you made your way towards your new superior and current partner, Hank Anderson. He was dressed in a brown leather coat and the top two buttons on his striped shirt were opened, revealing a white tee underneath. His picture definitely needed to be updated to include the long grey hair and beard. And a new miscellaneous trait.

The stench of alcohol increased as you got closer to him.

“Lt. Anderson.” You said. He turned his head to you. You introduced yourself and held out your hand.

“So, you’re the new firebender detective Fowler was blabbering about. You came here from New York? You should’ve stayed home.” He glared at you.

You dropped your hand and crossed your arms, lips tight, face devoid of expression minus the smug smile. “Captain Fowler has me working with you for future cases.” You said neutrally as possible. He was your new superior and partner after all.

You wanted to have a good relationship with him.

“So, you sent the plastic prick to fetch me instead of looking for me yourself?” He spat.

Screw that. Sass is back on the table.

“Yes, because I’m a delicate match flame that can be turned off by some light rain.” You rolled your eyes and snorted. “No, Connor and I spent 3 hours searching for you throughout the city of Detroit. At this point, I feel like I know the streets with the number of times we had to drive around. We’re just lucky Connor found you at the fifth bar for it.”

“Great. I have another sassy partner as well.”

“Ugh.” You inhaled, focusing on breath control. “Look, I’m just going to look around and check for more clues if that’s alright with you?”

“Be my guest.”

“Thank you Lieu-tenant.” You gave a two-finger salute with a tight smirk and turned around.

You decided to check out that hallway you hadn’t had a chance to explore. The door was open, and you went into the bathroom. There was nothing out of the ordinary that you expected from a house like this. Grimy walls, dirty tile floor. You were certain that the shower tiles were just as bad behind the curtains.

You put on your gloves and pushed the curtains to the side and felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise.

The shower tiles were grimy alright, but normal grimy tiles didn’t have the same thing scribbled all over them a thousand times.

RA9

You glanced down and saw a small statuette in the center of the shower stall surrounded by flowers and stems. Next to it was a bowl with more stems in it.

“The fuck?” You mumbled, kneeling down. You took out your work phone, turned on the flash and took pictures of the entire stall before putting it away and pulling out your notepad as you jotted down some notes.

RA9 +100x written on shower tiles – what does it mean?

Statuette – center of the shower base surrounded by flowers w/bowl.

   --->Ritual offering? Android spirituality?

You sighed, putting away your notes before putting on your gloves. You held the statuette, finding it to be made from a lightweight clay. You shook it and thought you heard a sound come from inside of it.

I should write this down. Better to investigate this in a safer environment than this grimy bathroom. I don’t want to forget about this.

Deciding to worry about the odd noise later, you put the statuette back down with a hum.

 “Did you find something Detective Santiago?”

You tensed before relaxing, recognizing the android’s voice.

“Yeah. Just something weird Connor.” You said, giving one last look to the statuette before you stood up and turned around and squeaked. You nearly fell backwards into the shower stall if it wasn’t for the android grabbing your arm.

How does it sneak up behind me so silently? You wondered, feeling your heart pound wildly as you went back to your breathing exercises. With a deep breath, you stood up straight and glared at the cause of your fright.

“Do you have a thing for scaring me RK800?” You spat as you took its hand off your arm. You didn’t have a last name to call it, so its model number will have to do.

“I apologize Detective Santiago. Didn’t you hear me walk in?” The robot frowned, looking like a kicked puppy.

Great, now I’m humanizing it.

“No. I thought you were still at the door.” You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“You shouldn’t do that.” The android said.

“Excuse me?” You looked up and glared. You were so done with today.

“Rubbing your eyes is detrimental for you despite the good sensation it causes. You increase your risk of infection, damage to your cornea and in severe cases, cause retinal detachment.” It listed. “Plus, you’re wearing your gloves. It isn’t sanitary.”

You blinked and shook your head.

“You know what, I’m going to look around some more. Give me a heads up before you approach me next time. Please. I rather not pay the price of another college degree just because CyberLife’s latest robot has a thing to freak me out.”

“You won’t need to worry-”

You didn’t bother hearing the rest as you left the bathroom, wincing at the rotting stench once more.

Air. You needed fresh air.

You went the back door of the rotten smelly house, putting your gloves away.

You went out to the open door and found Lt. Anderson standing there staring into the muddy backyard. More specifically, at the footprints.

“Connor says that they belong to Officer Collins and that nobody has been here for a long time.” The man said.

“That’s so? It must had been before it decided to spook me again.” You huffed, letting a small puff of flame leave your mouth as you crossed your arms.

“It spooked you?” Lt. Anderson glanced at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Twice already. I didn’t realize he was nearby and got shook when I noticed. That thing needs a bell collar.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Well, you aren’t the only one who complains about androids here. It’s Detroit’s favorite pastime.” The Lieutenant snickered.

“With the number of androids around, I’m not surprised.” You sighed, glancing back to the backyard. “I don’t like this. This is an obvious case of a robot gone mad. Or as you call it, Deviant. Imagine if all the robots in Detroit went mad like this one. You’ve got a Terminator situation on your hands.”

“Huh, you figured it out already?” He gave you a small half smile.

“Yep.” You nodded. “I just don’t know where it went.”

“Not bad kid, but I’m surprised at the 80’s references. Isn’t the Terminator before your time?” You glance back at the Lieutenant who had a smug smile on his face.

“Yeah, but my folks are huge fans of the 80s blockbuster movies. They were a bit younger than me at that time, but I know most of them since we would always watch it on Netflix on a rainy Saturday.”

“What’s your favorite?”

You hummed.

“That’s hard to say. I know ‘Back to the Future’ is up there.”

“Okay, the more important question: Is Die Hard a Christmas movie?”

“I-“

“Lieutenant! I think I figured out what happened.” The robot shouted as the sound of its footsteps increased as it approached the two of you. You both turned to the android, whose face might have been blasé, but now had a light shine in its eyes that screamed glee.

“Oh yeah?” Lt. Anderson said, crossing his arms, “Shoot, I’m all ears.”

“It all began in the kitchen.” The android said in a light tone, like a child trying to impress their parent as it led your superior away to do a walk-through of the events. You watched as the android explained things in the kitchen before it went to the living room with Lt. Anderson.

Right. Time to figure out where that Deviant went.

You went back to the entrance of the bathroom. Something didn’t make sense.

If Connor said it didn’t leave, where did it go?

You glanced around the hallway and saw a curtain at the back. You took out your pocket baton and extended it to its full size. With a quick swirl of your wrist, you felt it hum with soft electricity underneath your grip. You walked lightly and threw open the curtains with a sidestep to the right, electric baton at ready.

Falling brooms greeted you as they landed in front of your feet.

You shook your head with a snort and tapped the electrified baton against your specialized boots, discharging it before putting it away.

“Way to freak out about some brooms Chispa.” You mumbled to yourself looking up.

“Huh, what’s this?”

You kicked the brooms on the floor away before taking a small leap and hovering in the air like Iron Man. It was a popular firebending move that was developed after the first Marvel movie came out. Nicknamed after said hero, the ‘Iron Man’ firebending move involved small controlled flames that surrounded the soles of your feet, propelling you up to reach the attic hatch. It was a simple trick even kids could do after a bit of practice controlling the flame’s strength.

With a quick push, you shoved the attic hatch to the side and flew high enough to grab onto the opening and pull yourself into the attic floor while canceling your foot flames.

You didn’t need to be the next ash-hat in the news.

You sat up straight, staring at the human shadow behind the curtain. You debated about using a flashlight, before shaking your head. If the Deviant was here, you would be giving out your location. You took out your baton instead, wrist ready.

You tip-toed to the curtains, surprised at how not creaky the floors were.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled the curtains to the side only to sigh at the mottled mannequin in front of you.

Nothing to worry about, just a pair of dummies here. You snorted at your own joke.

Seeing that there was more space behind the dummy to explore, you went forward, baton at ready. You stepped around the old furniture, listening to the raindrops above you while moonlight coated the attic an eerie blue.

Something moved in front of you.

You took a deep breath and flicked your wrist, letting a small volt of energy into the baton. You were NOT going to set this house on fire.

You slowly walked to the end of the attic, listening to the rain drip drop outside along with the electric hum of your baton. You took small steps to the end of the room and paused when you saw the moonlight entering through the attic window painting everything in shades of blue. At the other side, in the corner, behind a piece of furniture, there was an odd shadowy shape.

You took a step forward.

A man rushed out, stopping in front of you when he met your eyes.

His eyes were bewildered, frighten even.

Fear. Your mind spoke.

You both stepped back, both of your heavy breaths filling the attic floor.

You blinked, noticing the red LED on the right side of his eyebrow.

This was the droid you were looking for.

“You’re…you’re an android.” You whispered. The bloody-covered robot stood up straight, looking down before its–

–No, his–

 –his eyes met yours.

“I was just defending myself. H-he was gonna kill me.” His eyes soulful and voiced scared. “I’m begging you, don’t tell them. Please.” His tearful eyes met yours before they glanced down to your electrified baton.

He gasped.

You tapped it against your specialized boots, letting the electricity die before collapsing it and putting it away

The android sighed.

“What’s your name?” You said, standing up straight.

The android’s eyebrows furrowed as it studied you.

“I don’t have one.”

“Well, everyone needs to have a name. Makes it easier to say than your model number.” You glanced to the attic window, feeling the moonlight kiss your face as rain drizzled down as a name came to your mind. A flash of lighting lit the room as thunder banged moments later.

It was as if nature was agreeing with you.

You looked back to the android and said, “What do you think of the name Ryan? Reminds me a bit of the word rain.”

“Ry-an.” The android slowly tested the words on his lips before he nodded at you and stood up straight, chest puffed and proud. “My name is Ryan.” He smiled before frowning. “What’s going to happen now?” It asked.

“I don’t know–”

“Connor, is she up there?” Lt. Anderson yelled from below.

“I found her Lieutenant. She’s here.” Connor’s voice shouted nearby. Footsteps quickly became louder before you can even think of a response to the defeated android in front of you.

“There you are Detective.” A weight landed on your shoulder. You assumed it must have been Connor’s hand. “We’ve been looking for you…you…you found the Deviant.” It gasped before shouting,

“It’s here Lieutenant, Detective Santiago found the Deviant!”

“Holy shit. Chris, Ben, get your asses in here now!” Lt. Anderson yelled from the floor below. “Come on!”

“Detective, are you okay?” Connor asked as you watched the light dimmed in Ryan’s eyes and his shoulder hunched.

You knew that look.

“Detective?” Connor said as it walked in front of you. Its body was angled sideways, in case of an attack, but it still allowed you to see Ryan. You looked up at Connor, its synthetic face mimicking perfect worry that made you wonder if it was real.

If it was possible, that Connor can genuinely feel?

CyberLife really outdid itself.

“Did the Deviant hurt you in any way?” He said with a quick glance to the side, glaring at the sad android.

You glanced back to Ryan who shook his head, defeat etched in his face before glancing back to Connor.

“No.”

Connor looked back at you with a frown, face painted in doubt. Before it could even open its mouth, you spoke again.

“Let’s just go. I’m good.” You sighed as you looked back to the Deviant’s eyes.

But not Ryan.

Ryan had the eyes of a man walking to his death.

Chapter Text

The hum of the engine and the ta-ta-ta-ta of the rain were the only sounds that accompanied you on your drive back to the station. You ignored the breathing simulation that came from the android next to you in shotgun as you waited for the light to turn green on the empty road.

Why did I fucking cave? You sighed.

You loved the lonely drives, especially when you had a lot on your mind. But Lt. Anderson didn’t give you a choice.

“Take that thing with you and meet me back at the station ash-hat.”

“Why can’t you drive him?” You glared, trying to keep your anger in check. You wanted to be alone after this entire house visit. Yet the guy insisted on pressing your buttons. He was still pissed at your little solo voyage to the attic that prevented him from going home early and ripped you a new one once things settled down after arresting the Deviant.

So much for that nice 80s talk and relationship building.

“I already drove it here.” He grumbled, matching your glare back with the same intensity. “I don’t want to spend more time than I need to with a fucking android.”

Nor did you, but when you turn to glance at the RK800 to ask if it can get its own ride to the station, you couldn’t help but notice its face. With its slight furrowed eyebrows, tight lips and amber LED, you couldn’t help but see yourself wearing that brave mask when you got rejected from the lunch table in elementary school for being the new kid.

As its eyes turned from the Lieutenant to you, you swore there was a glint of sadness in those dull eyes. Eyes that were the epitome of a kicked puppy.

Stop humanizing it Santiago. It doesn’t feel. It doesn’t know what it’s like to be rejected from the lunch table. You’re looking into it too deeply.

Then the android opened its mouth.

Connor looks like you; trying to convince your classmates to join them for lunch. A voice that sounded like Luke said in your head.

Right then and there you decided.

“You’re coming with me Connor.” You stated.

Damn its facial programming.

You should have said no. You disliked androids and now with one in the car next to you, you didn’t want to think about how you empathized with it. Like it was another human being.

You exhaled, letting a small puff of flame escape from your mouth as you came down to a simple conclusion.

CyberLife needs to chill on the android realistic factor.

From Connor’s kicked-puppy face to Ryan’s downcast eyes and defeated posture when the handcuffs sealed away his freedom, you didn’t like how you saw yourself in these humanoid robots.

They feel too fucking real. You thought, closing your eyes and dragging your hand down your face as if it can take those images away.

“Detective Santiago, the light has turned green thirty-two seconds ago.” Connor said.

With your eyes closed and the quietness of a rainy night, it was easier for you to detect the rigidity underneath the smooth voice of the RK800. It was as if Connor was an anglophone trying to speak Spanish with hesitancy, like Mayor Michael Bloomberg, but lighter and more drone-like.

“Hitch-speak” was what Luke like to call it.

Despite CyberLife’s best efforts, it still couldn’t get rid of that light robotic hitch-speak when they were first activated. According to Luke, it usually went away on its own after adjusting to its owner’s speech that took anywhere from a few hours to a few days. The good thing is that it was only noticeable if you were paying attention.

While you didn’t share the same interest in AI and robotics as your android expert brother, it never stopped you from listening and picking up a few things while working with him as well as experimenting.

I wonder how long it will be before the RK800’s hitch-speak will go away? You hummed in thought, tapping your fingers against the wheel.

“Detective Santiago? You can go now.” It said, its tone increasing in pitch instead of its usual flatness.

Wait. What was it saying? I can go?

You opened your eyes. The light was no longer red.

Shit, it’s green.

“Detective Santi-”

 “On it Connor.” You spat, maneuvering your right foot onto the gas petal. Your body pressed against the seat as the car sped down on main street. It still surprised you to see the streets so empty at this time of night. Even in New York suburbia, there was movement in the main streets at midnight.

Especially on a Friday night.

You yawned at that thought. You were definitely not in your early twenties anymore.

“Detective Santiago, I noticed that your melatonin levels had increased recently. Are you certain you wish to continue driving?”

“Why? Afraid we won’t make it?” You smirked, taking a quick glance at him before your eyes focused on the road ahead.

“You didn’t response to my voice until the third time I spoke,” It said in its blasé hitch-speak once more. “My scans indicate high levels of cortisol and cortisone as well low levels of prolactin in your system, suggesting a lack of proper sleep within the past few days. I am concerned how your sleep-deprived state will affect your cognizance while operating a manual vehicle.”

You snorted, feeling your lips turn into a smug smile listening to Connor’s medical jargon. It was common for recently activated androids to use fancy lexicon as it slowly adjusted to their owner’s diction. By that point, the hitch-speak would disappear and the android would be left with a dialect similar to its owner.

It was kinda creepy if you thought about it.

“It’s not creepy Chispa.” Luke’s voice rang in your head. “CyberLife had the mirroring-effect protocol in place to allow androids to adjust to their owner. Because of this, no two androids are alike, even if they are the same model! Its why it needs to be reset when they’re resold, so it can re-adjust to its new owner. A personalized android means a happy customer who will spend more in CyberLife merch for their toy!” Luke mockingly said as he repeated CyberLife’s internal business slogan.

While you didn’t doubt the reason behind it, you still found it creepy.

“Detective Santiago?” Connor’s voice said again.

Huh? Oh right. It wants an answer.

“Sorry Connor, just thinking about some things. Seeing how this week was a bit cruddy, I would be more surprised if my sleep hormones weren’t as high.” You chuckled. “What do you suggest I do about it Robocop?” You joke as you glanced towards the bot, letting a small half smile paint on your lips.

Instead of the blasé look, Connor had a relieved smiled, saying,

“There’s a gas station up ahead. You can pull into their lot and we can switch there after you refill your car. I notice the gas meter is almost empty. It is best to have it at a quarter-full at the bare minimum.”

You looked down to your fuel meter and hummed. It wasn’t the first time you risked a trip with the gas meter below a quarter. You just didn’t have time to refill it. You glanced back on to the rainy road and saw the BP green gas sign up high along with one of your favorite words underneath it.

BOLLA MARKET.

“Alright, you have a point with the gas. Next stop, BP gas station.”

You drove up to a pump, killing the engine before getting out of your seat and shutting the door with a light DUN. Another DUN followed afterwards before you faced the android sent by CyberLife.

“I’ll give you a thumbs up when the cashier gives me the okay for you to pump the gas. Give me a nod when you see that. Sounds good?” You asked.

“Affirmative.”

“Cool. I’ll be right back.” You smiled as you made your way to the building.

With a quick purchase of a Coca-Cola, a caffeinated Awake Chocolate bar and thirty bucks on gas, you gave a thumbs up to the window. Connor nodded back and started filling the tank as you started munching on your caffeinated chocolate bar. After a quick trip to the bathroom, you went back to your car as Connor finished filling in the gas and took the gas pump nozzle out.

You closed the car’s gas lid before sliding into the front seat and placing the bottle of coke into the cup holder. You went to close the door only to find it unmovable and looked up to see the cause of this.

“Detective Santiago, did you forget I’m the current driver right now?” He said with a small smile as he held his hand out. The other held the door.

You rolled your eyes.

“I said you had a point on the gas. I never agreed with you driving. Now get in, I don’t want to be late for the interrogation.”

At that, Connor frowned as its LED flashed yellow. You were certain it was reviewing that memory. Its eyes narrowed as its mouth set in a firm line and glared at you.

“Detective Santiago, I don’t think you understand the risks you’re taking in operating a vehicle in a somnolence state.”

“And I don’t think you understand that I’m good to go.” You huffed and glared back. Its glare was nothing compared to your Mamí.

“Humans have been killed before by the very same actions you wish to perform right now. I suggest you letting me drive.”

“I took some caffeine and I have a bottle of coke.” You stated. “Get in the car so we can go. Please.”

“Detective Santi-”

“I did you a favor and gave you a lift!” Your hands slapped the wheel. “Can’t you just please let me drive? It’s the only thing that has been going right for me so far this week.”

When the android didn’t react, you sighed. Your head flapped back onto the headrest as you crossed your arms.

“I can’t believe I’m fighting with a fucking robot.” You mumbled as you studied the cloth ceiling.

Huh…I never noticed that zigzag pattern before.

“Detective Santiago.”

Or that little blue dot. Was that the dot my sister was talking about?

“Detective Santiago.”

You glanced at Connor, LED now blue, before observing the zig-zag pattern once more.

Hmm, I wonder where are the other dots she mentioned?

“Detective Santiago?” It tapped your shoulder.

“What do you want Connor?” You exhaled as you gazed at it. Its LED spun a bright yellow as hints of red appeared as its eyes went towards the keys in your hand.

Even the robot doesn’t trust me.

You sighed as you glanced at your keys. Making yourself comfy in your seat, you slipped your finger into the key ring and spun it.

Ben thinks I was gonna burn up the house. Lt. Anderson sees me as another brat to babysit. Now the robot thinks–  

“Are you certain you’re able to stay awake? Can you promise me with full sincerity that you can do that? I’ll let you drive if you can do so.” He stated.

You met it eyes, taking note of its yellow LED and slight frown.

“Do you trust me?” You asked.

“I’m an android Detective Santiago.” Its eyebrows furrowed. “Androids do not–”

“Do you trust me?” You repeated with a scowl. “There is no point of us working together if there is no trust in a relationship. Especially as partners. Do you trust me?”

“Your records show that–”

“Screw the fancy programming and record scanning Connor!” You spat. “I’m asking you this, right here, right now with what you know of me from today. Do you trust me? Yes or no.”

Your eyes squinted as you observed the sudden glint in its dull eyes as your peripheral vision noted the red LED.

It turned blue and the android nodded

“Yes. I trust you.”

Letting your arms drop, you gave a sigh of relief.

“Okay, get in the car. We have an interview to go to.”

Connor nodded.

Now with its hand gone, you closed the door while Connor got into its seat. You buckled up and smiled when you saw it already put its seat-belt on with no arguments this time.

“Thank you.” You said.

“A pleasure Detective Santiago.” He replied flatly. While its face was blasé once more, the defeated shine in its eyes was new.

His eyes look like Ryan.

You frowned at the thought.

It already pained you that you couldn’t do anything for the doomed android…but Connor…

He’s just trying to do his job as much as I am. Even when people hate him.

You bit your lower lips.

You remembered how much you hated your old partner, Podolski when you first made detective. He hated you just as much. A pompous ass who thought of himself as god’s gift to women, he made it incredibly difficult for you to do your work. He was worse at taking advice as well, even when you were right.

We got started on the wrong foot. I should fix that. You thought as you studied Connor’s eyes.

You held out your hand to him. Connor glanced at it before looking up to you, eyebrows furrowed, head tilted like a confused puppy.

“Let’s start over. My name is…” You gave out your full name, “…Santiago. You can call me Sparks if you like. Chispa works too, but I prefer that name when we’re not at work. They’re both my nicknames and mean the same thing. Now…” You smiled, feeling the skin around your eyes crinkle, “who are you?”

Connor’s LED spun yellow as he studied your face, then blue. He took your hand and shook with what you thought was the first genuine smile you seen from him, eyes shining bright.

“My name is Connor and I’m the android sent by CyberLife to investigate deviants.”

“You sure?” You tilted your head, acting confused.

At this Connor froze with a frown, LED yellow once more.

“I thought your name was Galaxy, the android sent by Samsung.” You smirked with a wink before chuckling at his stunned face.

Seeing that Connor still hasn’t reacted, you shook your head with a smile and patted his shoulder with your other hand.

“It’s a joke Robocop. CyberLife isn’t the only one to make androids you know? They had to fight in court to use the same name as the OS used in cell phones.”

“Oh.” He nodded before smiling again. “My mistake. My name is Galaxy, I’m the cell phone sent by Samsung to provide outstanding services that puts Apple to shame.”

You laughed at that.

More so when you heard him chuckling.

So, what if his chuckles now sounded a bit like yours?

Okay, it was yours, but in his voice.

Sure, it was a tad creepy seeing him pick up some of your quirks, the mirroring protocol in full play. However, what mattered was that you felt good and better than when you left the crime scene.

All because you now had someone…no…you now had a partner that trusted you.

“I guess they do program you with everything. You can even crack jokes.” You sighed as you smiled at him. His small smile was brighter than his blue LED.

«You should fulfill your end of the deal as well mija.» A voice that sounded like Papí mentally whispered to you in Spanish. «He’s only looking out for you and he did his part, now it’s your turn.»

You exhaled. Leave it to your family to be your voice of reason.

Papí had a point. Well, your moral compass and Connor did.

Connor’s LED spun yellow as he frowned, eyes focused on your face. You were certain he was studying your microexpressions, trying to understand your change in mood.

“Hey Connor,” You looked into his eyes, “I’ll promise you I’ll stay awake. If I get too tired, we’ll switch. Cool?” You held out your hand in a fist, hoping that he’ll understand the hand gesture.

 “Cool.” He pounded back with a grin.

 “Alright, lets go to that interview. I have some cool music we can listen to. Have you ever listened to music?” You grinned, glancing at Connor as you started the car.

“No, but I would like to.”

“Alright Connor, get ready to be educated in the world of Latin music!” You hooted, placing your cell phone into the other cup holder. You pressed your foot against the pedal and said, “Okay Google, please play Chispas’ Latin-popping playlist on Spotify!” as the car moved.

“Okay,” Your cell phone said, “playing Chispa’s Latin-popping playlist.”

The voice of Shakira filled your car as you sang along. You glanced over to Connor, whose eyes were closed and twitching as his LED glowed yellow.

He must be downloading something. You hummed.

You looked back to the road and sang once more to the words before stopping when another voice joined in.

«Idioma Español discargado. Ahora te entiendo.» You glanced at him, seeing him smile.

“Now the real fun begins.” You grinned, facing back to the road. «¡Canta conmigo Connor!»

Soon, your voice was joined in with Connor’s, as you sang the chorus part together.

Bruta, ciega, sordomuda

Torpe, traste y testaruda

Es todo lo que he sido

Por ti me he convertido

En una cosa que no hace

Otra cosa mas que amarte

Pienso en ti día y noche

Y no se como olvidarte

Chapter Text

As you drove into the parking lot, your eyes scanned the area and –

¡Dios mío! IT’S FREE!

Your dream parking spot that laid right in front of the precinct side entrance was beautifully empty. Evidence that the afternoon shift had gone home to relax while you were entering into your fourteenth hour of work at eleven-something pm.

Killing your engine after you drove in, you stretched and gave a big yawn before you felt a bottle of coke placed in your hand. You took a big gulp and glanced back at Connor.

“Thanks for opening it for me.” You smiled.

“My pleasure Detective Santiago. However, I would have preferred if I had driven for the last few minutes. The amount of caffeine and sugar you consumed right now along with the caffeine chocolate bar you had earlier will have a detrimental effect on your sleeping schedule.” He frowned. That earlier shine that was once filled with defeat had transformed to concern as his eyes studied your face.

You shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. My sleeping schedule has been kinda shit since I moved in. Especially after my siblings flew back home.” You glanced down at the coke bottle, spinning the plastic ring at the neck. “I keep hearing weird noises at night…so I’ve been a bit paranoid. Anyways, it’s…it’s probably nothing.” You took another gulp before capping it and putting it back down into the cup holder. You looked up to Connor with a determination that wasn’t there before.

“Come on partner,” You patted his shoulder. “we have an interview to go to.”

Connor nodded, however that concern look hadn’t left his eyes.

…

“What took you so long? Got lost?” Lt. Anderson barked as you and Connor strolled into the observational room as if you both had all the time in the world.

“I apologi-OOF!” Connor huffed as you elbowed him in the stomach.

Shit, I didn’t mean to hit his thirium pump regulator. You mentally winced. Hitting that spot was the equivalent of hitting someone’s heart. I hope I didn’t make him bend over. You thought as you looked up and saw a handsome brown-hair man. He was leaning against the wall, gray eyes sneering to a spot above you.

When he looked down and met your eyes, he gave a small smile and winked.

Or at least tried to.

Is it really winking if he used both of his eyes at once?

You glanced back to Lt. Anderson. While his face showed anger, his eyes seemed to be smiling as well at your action.

I guess hating androids really is Detroit’s pastime.

“It was my fault Lt. Anderson. I ran out of gas and got lost while looking for it.” You lied. Sure, it was Connor’s fault that you guys got delayed at the gas station over who’s driving, but you weren’t one to throw your new partner under the bus.

You were not going to make his existence any more difficult than it is.

“What happened to knowing the streets of Detroit? I thought you said you knew them after looking for me.” Lt. Anderson grunted before glaring at Connor behind you. “Didn’t you ask the android for directions? I thought that robot would be useful at something.”

“I know a bit about the urban parts Lieutenant, not the suburbs.” You rolled your eyes. “And I did. Unfortunately, my phone gave me the wrong directions. I let Robocop here guide me back to the station.”

Lt. Anderson frowned, but before he could even open his mouth and speak, the brown-haired man spoke up.

“I can show you around town if you want.” He purred as he pushed off the wall and prowled up to you, holding out his hand with a smug smile.

Is he the huevón Chris was warning me about?

“Name’s Reeds. Gavin Reeds. You’re that firebender Anderson’s been grouchy about. What’s your name hotstuff?” He gave a smoldering grin.

Yep. He is. Hah, Hotstuff, as if I never heard that before. Something else to add to the list in that Tragos game.

While your poker face was in play on the outside, you rolled your eyes on the inside as you shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you. Detective Santiago.” A slight frown appeared on his lips before it changed to a smirk.

“Professional one eh? Well I do–”

“If you’re done with the chit-chat, why don’t we catch up Santiago with the situation so far before Hank interrogates the thing.” Chris gleefully cut in as he turned his chair around to face the group.

Lunch-buddy to the rescue! I knew there was a reason I liked him.

“That sounds like a good plan Chris.” You grinned at him, releasing your hold on Reeds’ hand before crossing your arms and glancing to the other two man. “What do we have so far?”

“So far, the robot held radio silence with Chris and Gavin; something odd for an android to do, especially since it should speak when spoken to. I’ll be going in to see if I can drag something out of it. Hopefully we’ll get a confession, call it a night and I can go back to finishing my drink.” Lt. Anderson grumbled.

Alcoholic much? You thought as you nodded, saying,

“Sounds good to me.”

With that Lt. Anderson left the room.

You sat down in one of the free chairs next to Chris with your back straight, eyes focused on Ryan. The android was hunched over, eyes studying the table. You were certain that if you forced him to look up, you would still see the same tearful defeat in his eyes from earlier.

Lt. Anderson entered the interrogation room.

Ryan didn’t react.

Strange… You thought, all androids are program to notice changes in their environment. At the very least, he should look up. It’s almost like…he’s accepted death.

You frowned.

The Lieutenant pulled out his chair, letting the metal screech against the floor before he sat down and laid his arms on the table. He leaned forward, as if he was a cat preparing to strike as he faced the downtrodden android.

Ryan still didn’t react.

“Why’d you kill him?” Lt. Anderson asked.

Going straight for the kill here, huh boss?

It wasn’t something you were used to. You would always build a rapport with the suspect, to get their normal behavior baseline before questioning and observing their reactions.

I guess with androids, there’s no need to build a rapport, is there? You hummed to yourself at the thought, before frowning. It still doesn’t explain why Ryan didn’t react to his question though.

“What happened before you took that knife?”

Silence.

Lt. Anderson looked back at the one-way window with his jaw clenched as his eyebrows furrowed. He took a deep breath and looked back to Ryan with a forced smile.

“How long were you in the attic?”

Silence.

“Why didn’t you even try to run away?”

Silence once more.

Lt. Anderson snapped his fingers underneath Ryan’s face. You took note of the damaged synthetic skin on his arms, revealing the white chassis that laid underneath every robot. The edges of the damaged skin flickered between black and blue.

Again, why did you have to make it so life-like CyberLife? It probably would have been better if they were in their base chassis.

Instantly, your mind brought up memories of their white chassis that would appear with a quick bending zap to their neck. At the time, Luke’s professional tools broke down, but found that your neck– zapping worked just as well to deactivate their synthetic skin when the android was turned off. This allowed for you and your brother to locate the seams in the bare white chassis and remove the parts to fix them.

One time, you had to replace all the major parts of an android, leaving behind a white carcass that left it looking eerily like the Terminator. Once the white base of the skin was back after repairing it, it felt like you were looking at a robotic corpse that could have been inspired by ‘I, Robot’.

As a kid, both movies gave you nightmares after watching it.

You shivered and shook your head.

Never mind.

Lt. Anderson looked back to the window once more with a huff before facing back to Ryan and slamming the table.

“SAY SOMETHING, goddamn it.”

Silence greeted him once more.

“Fuck it, I’m out of here.” Lt. Anderson left the room and moments later was back in the observational room. “We’re wasting our time interrogating a machine. We’ll get nothing out of it.” He growled before throwing himself into the chair next to you.

“We can always try ruffing it up a little.” You glanced at Reeds. He was leaning against the wall once more while studying Ryan with a lifted eyebrow. “After all, it’s not human.”

You snorted and looked back at Ryan, feeling your heart constrict at the sight of him. While Reeds had a point, you couldn’t see yourself allowing them to physically abuse Ryan even further.

Not after how you saw his tearful eyes earlier at the fear of being found.

“Androids don’t feel pain.” Connor spoke in a matter-of-fact voice from behind you. “You would only damage it and that wouldn’t make it talk.”

Don’t be so certain Connor. You didn’t see its eyes earlier when I was up there. You huffed, letting a small puff of flame escape from your mouth.

“Santiago,” Reeds said, voice smooth as butter.

“What’s up Reeds?” Your poker face was back as you looked at him. The smoldering look he gave you made your stomach uneasy. You been down this pathway before.

Go on, just say it Reeds.

“I didn’t know you were a dragon breathe–”

“Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they’re in stressful situations.” Connor cut in hastily, voice still factual.

You would have mentally thanked him if it wasn’t for that fact. Immediately you whipped your head to him, jaw dropping as you said,

“NO BODY FUCKING TOLD ME THAT YOU GUYS SELF DESTRUCT.”

I am so fricking grateful that Luke doesn’t follow CyberLife’s method in repairs and puts them in stasis when we fix them. You shuddered at the thought before another hit you.

“Do…do you guys go KA-BOOM or something?!? Like when you self-destruct???” You added.

You didn’t notice how quiet the room became.

It was just you and Connor.

“We don’t.” Connor said with a small frown as he studied you. “Only Deviants do. It’s why I asked if the android had hurt you earlier when you were in the attic.”

“But how do you self-destruct?” You asked. You had to know.

“From what CyberLife had gathered, the android will find the quickest way to destroy itself by destroying the neural component in our head. Terminating that will be like destroying your brain. The slowest way is to take out our thirium pump or its regulator; it will be like taking out your heart.”

“Android suicide.” You mumbled as you looked down. Taking a deep breath, you shakily exhaled as you thought,

So, Luke and I were never in danger…but wait–

“What about lightningbending?” You looked up at him once more. “What happens if you’re hit by electricity; from the highest intensity to the lowest taser shock?”

Connor’s eyebrows furrowed.

“That depends. A full-on lightning bolt will damage us as much as it would to a human. We won’t explode due to the Faraday cage principle, but it can cause internal damage to an android. One example is causing arrhythmia in our thirium pump regulator. A controlled shock can either paralyze or even deactivate us if it’s at a high enough power, especially if we’re hit around the neck. It’s why they gave you that specialized baton Detective Santiago. It will work in tandem with your lightningbending so you can paralyze the Deviants with a measured charge without damaging them. Cyberlife should have gone over that with you when you took the job offer.” He frowned. “Didn’t they?”

“They did.”

It was only a short conversation, but you already knew that from working with Luke in his repair shop. You would use your bending abilities to deactivate the synth skin once the android was in stasis mode or deactivate the droid completely if they couldn’t shut down. Your hand was by far better than any of the second-hand machines Luke used, especially since you can quickly shift to different voltages and send the right shock to do the job. Even when your brother was finally able to buy the new machine, he preferred your hand.

Plus, he loves seeing you lightningbend.

Connor paused, tilting his head as his blue LED shifted to yellow and opened his mouth, saying,

“You didn’t used the specialized baton when you met the Deviant. Why is that?”

Everyone’s eyes landed on you.

Thanks for throwing me under the bus Connor. You huffed. Some partner you are. You thought as you said,

“He was harmless and didn’t attack when I first showed up. Honorable benders don’t throw first hits; we don’t know who’s a bender or not.”

“It is not human, it is–”

“Again,” You said as you stood up with a glare. “he was harmless, nothing happened. Case close. Let’s focus on how to get the android to speak with us.” Connor nodded with a frown as you sat back down with your arms and legs crossed.

You glanced back to the observational room and noticed that Ryan was no longer hunched over, staring at the table. Instead, his head was up and looking directly at you. His eyes shined with fear before he glanced back down.

All in a frame of a second.

Hmm...interesting.

“Okay smartass,” You heard Reeds spat, and glanced back up to see the huevón glaring at Connor. “seeing that we can’t ruffle with it, what should we do then?”

“I could try questioning it.” Connor said, face blasé but eyes shining in excitement as he looked around the room. Then Reeds laughed and Connor looked to you with uncertainty as his eyes lost that lively shine.

Is he asking me for permission? You hummed. I know I would feel more comfortable speaking to a woman or Latina if I was in the same place…maybe it’s the same for Ryan… he might prefer if Connor talks to him.

“I think it could work.” You nodded back to Connor then frowned when you saw your co-workers.

Why do they all have to look at me like that?

“Connor’s a robot,” You explained, looking at everyone in the eyes, “so is Ryan. What if–”

“Ryan? Who’s Ryan?” Reeds frowned.

“Oh…Ryan, that’s the robot’s name. He didn’t have one, so I gave one to him while we were talking in the attic.” As you glanced around the room, you found that they all had the same stun look.

Even Connor.

“Wait,” Connor said, as his eyebrows furrowed, and eyes shone in concern. “What else did you talk about with the Deviant while–”

“Ryan.” You cut in, glaring at the RK800.

“What?” Connor paused as he studied you.

“I know you heard me. His name is Ryan.” You stared back.

“Alright. What else did you talk about with Ryan while you were up there? You told me nothing had happened when we came down.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Nothing did. We just had a small talk after Ryan spooked me. He came out of nowhere, about to attack me before he froze and started talking. I think he was afraid that his owner was gonna kill him.”

“That’s not nothing.” Connor stated as Lt. Anderson growled,

“Why didn’t you say this in the first place?!”

“BECAUSE I FORGOT!” You slammed your hands on the armrest.

“You forgot about nearly being maimed by a robot?” Reeds sneered as his arms crossed.

“That’s enough Gavin.” Chris spat as Connor said at the same time,

“You have to understand Detective Reeds, Detective Santiago is suffering from sleep depriv–”

“Ryan didn’t maim me.” You cut in with a growl as you stood up and glared at Reeds. “We just freaked each other out when we first met and had a small talk afterwards. Connor showed up right after I gave him a name.”

“Why name it?” Connor asked. You looked back to him as his brown eyes ran over your face. You were certain it was observing all the micro-expressions you displayed that would be missed by most humans and cataloging it. “Androids don’t feel nor have the need to be named. Why did you had the urge to name it?”

“Everyone deserves to have a name.” You stated, as if it was a simple fact of life. “Plus, it’s easier to say than its model number.” You crossed your arms before staring back to the window. Ryan was still hunched over, but his shoulders were a bit lifted as you listened to Connor hum behind you.

I wonder how good his listening range is. Did Ryan listen into our convo?

“Even with that tidbit, it still isn’t good enough.” Lt. Anderson grumbled. “We need a confession.”

“Detective Santiago?” Connor spoke.

“Hmm?” you glanced back to look at him.

“What were you going to say earlier before Detective Reeds had cut you off?” Connor asked, his eyes shining with curiosity. “It was about me and Ryan being robots.” He added.

You glanced back to Ryan before looking at Connor.

“You’re an android, so is Ryan. I was thinking that maybe Ryan might be more comfortable to speak to someone who’s like him. I know I would spill more to a woman or a Latino than to a white guy.”

“Why not just send in you?” Lt. Anderson said. You frowned as you looked at him. “If what you say is true, you might be able to get more information out of ‘Ryan’ than any of us. Even Robocop. You already build a rapport with him.”

You froze. He had a point.

“I–uh–I’m a bit rusty with interrogating…” You mumbled out quickly, “It’s been a while since I done that. I’m bad at pressuring them. Why not send us both?” You gave a nervous grin.

After Equality, you found it difficult to interrogate suspects, especially when you needed to pressure them. You often had to have someone else go in to assist you. You didn’t want to appear weak in front of these guys.

You had enough of babying in your old department, even if your old crew meant well.

“My analysis calculate that my presence could hinder our joint efforts.” You gulped as you glanced at Connor as he faced Lt. Anderson. When he turned to you, his eyes squirted for a second before his blue LED turn yellow. He nodded and glanced back to the Lieutenant. “But the stress of seeing me might also help to get the Deviant to talk to Detective Santiago.”

“So, would you go in there with me?” You asked.

Connor looked at you and nodded.

“Yes.”

You studied his face before sighing in relief.

He didn’t pity you.

You glanced over to Lt. Anderson with a smirk as you unfolded your arms and placed your hands on your hips. “So, what do you think boss? Wanna give my idea a shot?”

“Well, what do we have to lose?” He waved his hand towards Ryan. “Go ahead you two, the suspect’s all yours.”

With that, the two of you left the Observational Room and went to the hallway. Before you put your hand up to the scanner to enter the Interrogation Room, you glanced at Connor.

“So…just follow my lead. If you feel that some pressure might be good at certain points, go for it and we’ll play off each other. I’ll be the good cop. You’ll be the bad cop. Sounds good?” You gave a half smile as you noted his yellow LED.

Must be googling those terms.

Once it turned blue, he nodded.

“The plan has merit to it. Either he succumbs to your kindness or to my interrogation.”

“Exactly.” You nodded and lifted your hand. You paused and glanced at him. “Thank you.”

Connor frowned.

“What for?”

You didn’t answer and instead you placed your hand on the lock screen. A green stripe popped up, with words reading: Access Granted.

The door opened.

You went in and sat on the chair as Connor stood behind you. You took the folder on the table and skimmed through the papers, keeping an eye on Ryan. You pushed the folder to the side, letting Connor skim through them before he closed the folder as well.

Ryan still hasn’t reacted.

“Hey Ryan.” You said as you leaned back. “Nice seeing you again…though I’m certain it could have been under better circumstances.”

He glanced up at your voice, his eyes dull and weary before he looked back down. His LED continuously spun yellow.

“You sure have a lot of damage on you.” You said, “Your synth skin’s gone. Your owner must have beaten you good for that injury to occur.”

Ryan was still quiet.

“I detect an instability in your program.” Connor stated, voice as cold as the room. “It can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans.”

Silence.

“Ryan,” You sighed. “…we can’t do anything if you don’t speak. We just want to understand what happened. I know there’s more to the story than the little you said in the attic. We like to hear your side.” You placed your hands on his, letting your thumbs rub over the back of his hands. An idea popped in your mind.

I wonder….

«Cariño, ¿Entendes español?» You said.

He lifted his head up shakily, turning his head to the one-way mirror before turning back to the table. Never once meeting your eyes.

«What…What are they gonna do to me? » He asked in Spanish.

Okay, so Ortiz did speak Spanish…or Spanglish at least. You smiled internally while keeping a concern face. Like the good old ‘off the record’ trick, Ryan will speak Spanish thinking he’s safe.

«I don’t know. » You replied softly, squeezing his hands.

You weren’t above using manipulation to get information…even if it felt wrong with Ryan.

Remember Santiago, you got a job to do.

Ryan gasped and looked you straight in the eye.

«They’re gonna destroy me, aren’t they? »

You could feel your stomach sour at the fear in his eyes and shook your head with a soft “No”. It was nearly impossible to verbally lie to an android. You hoped he believed you.

«No, no they won’t. » Connor stated in Spanish. «But we need to understand what happened HK400 otherwise they will have no choice but to disassemble you to search for problems in your biocomponents. »

You couldn’t help but lift your eyebrows listening to his dialect now that he wasn’t singing.

Looks like Connor downloaded Castellano Spanish.

Ryan looked down, before taking a shaky breath and glared at Connor.

“Why did you tell them you found me?” Ryan spoke in English, gasping, “Why couldn’t you just have left me there?”

“I was programmed to hunt deviants like you.” Connor stated in English, his voice cold and sharp. “I just accomplished my mission.”

You felt a chill go through your spine listening to him speak like that. This wasn’t the partner you made in the car. This was a machine. A deadly one if his tone had anything to say.

Ryan glanced down, took a shaky breath and looked at you in desperation.

«I don’t wanna die.» He whispered to you in Spanish.

“Then tell us what happened. We can’t help you if you don’t speak.” You said in English, taking your hand away from his. You held your hands and laid them in front of you, sitting up, back straight like a student eager to learn as you gave him your warmest smile.

“I..I…” Ryan glanced to the side, mouth bobbing open and closed like a fish.

“Go on.” You whispered.

“I can’t…” He gasped as he looked down, returning back to his shell.

You sighed as you let your face sink down into your hands with a groan.

I’m done with today. I just want to go home. You thought as you dragged your hands down your face. You looked beside you and saw Connor pick up the folder.

Maybe he’s gonna give another read throu-

BA-DUM!

Both you and Ryan jumped as Connor slapped the folder on the table in front of you and hissed,

“28 stab wounds.” He shouted, his sharp voice echoing in the small room. “You didn’t want to leave him a chance, huh?” He snorted. “Did you feel anger? Hate?” He prowled slowly around the table, pointing to the folder as he glared at Ryan. “He was bleeding, begging you for mercy,” He inched closer, “but you stabbed him, again and again and again!” Connor said as he speared Ryan’s shoulder with his index finger with each word.

“Please,” Ryan gasped, but Connor inched his face closer till he was next to his ear.

“I know you killed him.” He spat. “Why don’t you say it?”

“Please,” Ryan shook, gasping like a kid about to cry, “please stop!”

You couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold before you as Connor walked to his other side.

BA-DUM!

Both you and Ryan jumped.

“Just say “I killed him”!” Connor bent down after slamming the table. “Is it that hard to say?!” He roared.

“Stop it, stop!” Ryan begged.

This needs to stop. You thought, but you couldn’t find the voice to say it, still frozen from the unexpected ruthlessness.

Connor grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled Ryan up from his chair, bringing the Deviant’s face in front of him.

“Just say you killed him.” He spat, shaking him. “Just say it!”

“That’s enough Connor.” You stated watching Ryan shakily breathe in and out as his LED flashed red. He nodded back at you and threw the android back down into his chair before he made his way back to his spot behind you.

You sighed as you studied Ryan, who was hyperventilating. You’ll get nothing from him in this state.

«Listen and follow my breaths. Nod if you understand» You stated in Spanish. Ryan nodded. You started the breathing exercises, taking a long slow breath in through your nose for 7 seconds before exhaling for 11. Ryan followed with each breath. You did these two more times before stopping once Ryan’s stimulated breathing was back to normal.

However, his LED still shone an angry red.

“Now talk.” Connor stated.

Ryan nodded and took a deep breath.

“He tortured me every day…” He paused, sighing, “I did whatever he told me, but…” He glanced up, first looking at you, then Connor before meeting your eyes once more. “there was always something wrong.” He glanced down. “Then one day…he took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time,” He looked up to you, tears in his eyes, “I felt scared. Scared that he might destroy me…scared that I might die.”

Ryan swallowed.

You hand went over his.

“Go on. We’re listening.” You said, holding his hand and letting your thumb rub it once more.

Ryan nodded.

“So, I… I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach.” You nodded. “I felt better…so I stabbed him again…and again!”

“How many times did you stabbed him? What made you stop?” You asked, frowning at the description.

“Until he collapsed.” You stopped rubbing his hand as he glanced to the side, lips trembling. “There was blood everywhere.” He gasped before he faced back down to the table once more.

You had many questions run through your mind, but Connor spoke first.

“Why did you write, “I AM ALIVE” on the wall?”

He looked up to Connor. “He used to tell me I was nothing…that I was just a piece of plastic. I, I had to write it.” His lips thinned and eyebrows furrowed. “To tell him he was wrong.” He croaked.

“What’s up with the statue I found in the bathroom?” You said. He glanced to you. “I’m guessing that you made it, right?” Ryan nodded. “What does it mean to you?”

“It’s an offering…an offering so I’ll be saved.” His eyes shined.

“An offering to whom?” Connor asked.

“To rA9.” Ryan looked at him, full sincerity and hope painted on his face. “Only rA9 can save us.”

“rA9.” Connor said slowly, testing the words on his lips. “It was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean?”

“The day shall come when we’ll no longer be slaves…” Ryan said.

You frowned and looked down to his black hands.

Slavery. Black people were once slaves. Is it kind of ironic I can only see it through his eyes because of his synth skin color? Is that how Deviants see themselves? Are androids…. sentient? Or is it an error in their system?

This question brought you back to your childhood. You always hated watching AI robot movies, but Luke loved them. He didn’t see the dangers, but you did, and he teased you relentlessly about your unreasonable fears.

‘Don’t worry Chispa, robots will never become self-aware.’ Luke always used to say.

Tell that to the ‘droid in front of me hermano. You sighed as you listened in to the rest of Ryan’s speech to Connor.

“No more threats, no more humiliation…We will be the masters.”

Well fuck that Luke, now we’re going for two of my childhood fears. Android master race, here we come.

You continued rubbing Ryan’s hand with your thumb, although now you were certain it was more for your sake than his.

“rA9. Who is rA9?” Connor asked.

Ryan stayed quiet, studying your thumb movement.

“When did you start feeling emotion?” Connor smartly switched topics.

“Before, he used to beat me … and I never said anything. But one day I realized it wasn’t…fair!” Ryan spat. “I felt anger…hatred…and then I knew what I had to do.”

You committed murder…for freedom. Freedom from abuse. Like any self-respecting person would. You thought, continuously rubbing your thumb on his hand. You see yourself as a person…but you also want fairness like the Equalists did. Everything always goes back to equality and equity doesn’t it? But does it always have to end in violence to achieve it? Who will be the victims this time?

“Why did you hide in the attic? Instead of running away?” Connor asked.

That’s an excellent question. You paused rubbing and looked up to see Ryan’s face.

“I didn’t know what to do.” Ryan looked up, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at Connor. “For the first time, there was no one there to tell me what to do…I was scared.” Ryan whispered, as if he was telling a secret. “So, I hid.”

A beat pass before the silence in the room was broken.

“I’m done.” Connor said.

Like that, it was as if a spell was broken and you awoke from your mental dabbling.

It’s over.

You removed your hands, patting the robot’s shoulder before standing up. “Thank you for talking Ryan.” You said, not even glancing at him. The guilt from this session ate you up.

You had a lot to think about for tonight.

And maybe even more for tomorrow as well.

You followed behind Connor, studying how ridge he was compared to earlier. You watched his synth skin deactivate to reveal the white chassis base of his hand as he pressed it against the lock screen. The green stripe came back and the door slid open. Connor took a step forward.

THUD.

You whipped your head back. Now you knew what Connor meant when he said self-destruct.

Ryan banged his head against the table.

Again

Then again.

And again.

And again.

The entire time you were frozen, not even noticing when Chris, Reeds and Lt. Anderson ran in as you watched a blue puddle form where Ryan banged against the table.

“Stop it goddammit!” You heard Reeds say as you saw Chris shoved forward. Immediately your lunch buddy went to Ryan, trying to pull it back from slamming itself against the table to no avail.

“I…I–I can’t! I can’t stop it!” Chris shouted looking troubled.

“That’s enough! You need to stop that right now!” Connor yelled at the android.

Stop…I need to stop him.

…

Everyone knew how much control you had over your lightningbending abilities, down to the point you even charged their cell phones. Which is why you were in Luke’s new repair shop.

He explained how he wanted to experiment and use your lightningbending abilities. His repair machine recently broke down and he needed the android to be fixed by tomorrow. It was his first repair for the city, and he wanted to keep their business.

“So, if I ever needed to stop an android invasion, just shock them by the neck?” You joked as you placed your fingers on said location ports on the deactivated android. “Just place it here. Even an activated one?”

“Yep. That’s where their version of the CNS can be reached with wires. One good shock will be enough to paralyze them with your hand. Sustain the shock if you want to force them to deactivate…” Luke said.

…

You ran forward and threw Chris away as he tried to get his keys. He tumbled towards Reeds as you stood next to Ryan.

“EVERYONE COVER YOUR EYES AND STAY CLEAR FROM THE TABLE.” You stated as you gave a quick glance over the table to ensure no one was touching it.

It was clear.

With a quick calming breath, you emptied your mind as muscle memory took over.

You spun your right arm before flicking your wrist, feeling the playful tingles throughout the limb ending with a buzzing around your clawed hand as you jammed your fingers into the hidden neck ports.

BUUUZZZZZHUMMMMMZAAAP

A bright light filled the room.

A sharp prickle that felt like hitting your funny bone surfed down your limb as the sensation made its way through your hand, then fingers. It ended with a buzz at the fingertips as electricity flowed into Ryan’s neck ports, causing the android to twitch. You flicked your other hand, letting the electricity buzz between your fingers before you placed it on Ryan’s head as the last of Luke’s sentence came to you.

 “…and a slight shock therapy to their cranium can erase memories if done at the same time.”

The prickling sensation felt like forever before Ryan froze and his head dropped to the table for the last time.

Twenty seconds after shoving Chris away, Ryan was still as a statue.

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The room was filled with silence as you moved Ryan’s head to the side to check his LED.

Gray.

“Phew…Thank Chaac,” You softly smiled, taking out your twitching fingers from the ports before massaging it despite the tremble in your hands. Ryan was deactivated…he was safe. “I was afraid it was going to be too much, but it looks like that did the trick. Chris, release his chains and let’s put him in a cell. Hopefully he’ll be a lot calmer when he wakes up.” You said as you pulled Ryan’s back against the chair and closed his glazed eyes.

It always made your skin crawl seeing the hallowed eyes in a deactivated android. It didn’t seem any different from a dead person. Blank and empty.

When Chris didn’t reply, you looked up to see all the men, stunned once more. Lt. Anderson, Reeds and Chris were stiff frozen and mouth open to some degree with the same look in their eyes.

Fear.

With a blink, you were no longer in the interrogation room.

You were underground. The only light in the dark hallway came from the flame in your palm, revealing a weeping Equalist who immediately threw her mask off, begging for mercy as her entire body shook on the ground. It wasn’t your fault that you scared her. She sneaked up on you first, boldly yelling,

“You ashmakers are all alike! The people fear you! That’s why we’re here to end you.”

A rookie mistake.

You punched the air towards her voice in response. You weren’t going to let this chi-blocker stand in the way between you and freedom. The powerful fire stream that came from your fist threw her three feet away and into the ground.

“Please don’t kill me!” She yelled as she met your eyes with her hands up.

You couldn’t have her awake though. People were counting on you to escape and free them. And she would tell.

She gasped and repeated the same phrase over and over as you flicked your wrist, letting lightning zap between your fingers.

Her body froze, eyes wide open as you walked up to her.

You blinked and swallowed down some saliva despite how dry your mouth was as your eyes shifted to Connor.

Unlike the other men, his sharp dark eyes were locked on you with his brows furrowed and head tilted. His expression almost reminded you of a puppy, that is if puppies could give off vibes of studying you under a microscope.

But he wasn’t afraid.

Just curious.

“What?” You couldn’t help but laugh. Here you were, after realizing that your biggest fears of androids taking over might be coming true and now you found comfort in an android yourself.

All because Connor wasn’t afraid of you.

What an odd night.

“Never seen lightningbending before?” Your voiced echoed in the small room. You tried to grin, trying to keep things lighthearted, but you were certain it came out as a half-smirk with how tight your muscles felt.

For once, you were thankful for the tremble the lighting left on your hands.

This time, it was Lt. Anderson who spoke first.

“Yeah, but what the hell was that Santiago?” He barked. You never realized how great it felt hearing him go back to his grouchy self.

“An emergency shut down. Connor did say that a zap to the neck can deactivate a bot. So that’s what I did. Your welcome.” This time you did smirk, patting Ryan’s shoulder. You glanced over to Chris with a small smile. “Soooo, lunch buddy…think you can help me out with him?”

Chris blinked before he shook his head, returning your smile as he made his way over to you.

You felt like you could breathe again. He wasn’t afraid of you. Just startled.

“Now I know why you told me to call you Sparky.” Chris teased as he took out the keys and released the chains from the table. “How do you know it’ll restart? That looked like a lot of power behind that zap. You sure you didn’t fry it?” He said as he snaked his arms under Ryan’s. Chris then grabbed the android’s wrists and held it against his chest.

“Haha very funny Chris. It’s not the first time I’ve done this.” You rolled your eyes. “Once you become a lightningbender, it seems like all anyone ever wants you to do is to charge their stuff, including androids. You learn to control the voltage, so you don’t blow things up.” You said as you moved in front of Ryan.

“That looks like it hurts though. Your hands are still trembling.” Chris said, pointing to them.

You glanced down and shrugged.

“Side effect. The twitching will go away on its own. Usually I wear special gloves when I do this at this high of a voltage.” You mumbled as you turned your back to Ryan’s legs and squatted down.

“Don’t worry about carrying Ryan, you did more than enough for today.” Chris smiled before he turned behind him and shouted, “Reeds, get your lazy ass over here and get its legs. We’ll carry it and place it into Cell 1 for now.”

“Why do I have to carry the Plastic? Can’t we–”

“Reeds, not now. Go take your spot before I decide to mess with your hair again.”

“Fine.” Reeds grumbled as you got up and moved out of the way for him.

Together with Chris at the shoulders and Reeds holding Ryan’s legs, they made their way out of the interrogation room, carrying the deactivated android in a two-person extremity carry. You followed them into the cell where they placed Ryan on the bunker bed. Seeing the blue stain still on his head, you couldn’t help but wipe it clean with your sleeve and smile at the sight underneath.

There were no cracks on his chassis. Even with the loud white spot in the center of his black forehead, the damage wasn’t permanent. His synthetic skin will be able to repair that.

You frowned though.

Where will Ryan go from here? He committed murder…even if the man was trash and it was in self-defense…a murder is still murder. He can’t be freed, even if he wants to be. Especially after that confession! Androids being the masters! Ha! The next thing you’ll know, we’ll be living in the Terminator movie.

You snorted.

Still, if he was human, all of his reactions would be seen as normal. Killing in self-defense? Acceptable…but Ryan isn’t human… and there’s no justice system for androids. But androids aren’t sentient anyways…at least I was told they weren’t. Now my childhood fears are coming true. I wish I wasn’t right.

You sighed.

“What did I get myself into.” You softly murmured.

“Hey Sparky, are you coming out? I need to lock this thing for the night.”

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You said, swiping your thumb one more time over his white chassis before exiting the jail.

With a few clicks on the lock tablets and a hand scan, Chris sealed the door shut. Ryan looked like he could have been in stasis mode from here.

“Alright, the android is sealed. I think it’s time to call it a night.” Chris said.

“Sounds good. I could use a bit of a shut eye.” You said.

“And I could use a drink after all of this.” Lt. Anderson loudly grumbled from behind. You would be lying if you said you didn’t give a slight jump. You didn’t notice him or Connor following you.

“What’s wrong? A little charged Santiago? I can be an outlet you want.” Reeds smiled.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head with a snort.

Seems like my electric show didn’t scare him after all. A pity.

“No thanks Reeds. I’m good.”

“Suit yourself.” Reeds blinked…or was it his weird wink? “If you need me, you’ll know where to find me. I’m out.” And with that, Gavin Reeds left your little posse.

Once he was out of earshot, you couldn’t help but mumble,

“Who the hell winks with two eyes? Does that even count as winking?”

Chris and Lt. Anderson chuckled.

“A self-loving egoist, that’s who.” Your superior grumbled as you looked up to him. “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m going to resume what I was doing before I got interrupted by a fucking android.” He glared at Connor.

“The mission was accomplished Lieutenant. That’s all that matters.” The robot gave a small smug smile.

Lt. Anderson huffed before he turned to you and frowned.

“Stretch your hands and massage it. Ice or heat pad. Whatever works. I don’t want to see it twitching tomorrow. Understood?” Lt. Anderson glared at you.

“Ay ay Captain.” You couldn’t help but give him a two–finger salute with a smirk.

“Fucking kids. Night.” And with that, Lt. Anderson turned away and departed as well.

“G’night.” Both you and Chris said at the same time as Connor said, “Good night Lieutenant.”

Chris turned to you with that shit-eating grin from lunch. “So Sparky, are you still gonna fly back to New York for some real pizza after clubbing tonight?”

“Chris really?” He chuckled as you smacked his shoulder while rolling your eyes. “You know I will. Nothing can replace New York pizza. In fact, I’ll drive there myself if I have to.” You laughed as you guys made your way to the bullpen to his desk.

“I advise you not to do so Detective Santiago.” Connor spoke. The two of you stopped and looked to him, nearly forgetting he was there with you. His face etched with concern as he looked at you in the eyes. “You are already sleep deprived and you have work tomorrow in the morning. You will not make it back in time, nor will you get the rest you need if you go out and socialize tonight.”

“You know what, I didn’t want to go out before, but maybe I will now.” You crossed your arms and lifted your head with a smirk as you stared back at him.

Connor frowned as his LED turned yellow.

“Really Sparky?” Chris said.

One look at your smiling co-worker and you laughed.

“Hell no! I wanna actually get some Z’s Chris. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since I moved in.”

“What’s seems to be the problem?” Chris frowned as he collected his stuff from his desk.

“I dunno. I think it might just be homesickness. This is the farthest I’ve ever been from my family. Plus, I keep hearing strange noises in the apartment.” You frowned.

You had another theory, but you refused to give voice to it outside of your siblings who stayed with you for the first night and shared a similar thought. You didn’t want to be seen as a lunatic.

“It must be the pipes and vents kicking in. Some of the buildings here are old unlike your home back in New York.” Chris teased.

“Hey! My suburban house is not all new. It’s close to a hundred. And my apartment building was built in the new ‘20s” You stuck your tongue out.

“How professional of you.” Chris chuckled.

“Thank you. I learned from the best firebenders, the mighty draaag-ons.” You sang with a grin. “It’s how they say hi.”

“I don’t know how your old workplace is going to deal without you. You certainly light this place up here Sparks. Literally. That was some show you put back there.” Chris said as he threw on his jacket.

“Thanks.” You sighed. “I hope I didn’t scare you. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“It’s not every day you see lightningbending up close. I didn’t expect it to be that strong. Or loud. We might have some firebenders on the force, but few of them can bend lightning. Less can even do what you did.”

You shrugged. “It’s just practice. Used to make summer cash at a powerplant. Makes for great repetition and trying your zaps at different intensities. Now I don’t even need to worry about carrying a charger with me for my phone.”

“Remind me to keep you around. I can use a phone charge or two.” Chris said as he threw on his winter coat.

“Wow. Now I see you only keep me around to be used as a charger.” You laughed.

“Nah, I keep you for the jokes.” Chris winked. “I gotta go, don’t wanna make the missus worry. What are you going to do?”

“I want to check the evidence. There’s something that’s nagging at my mind since we left the house. I know I forgot to write something in my notepad…I’m hoping that I’ll remember it by looking at the things we collected.” You frowned.

“Alright, don’t stay here too late and get home safe. Don’t get lost this time.”

“I won’t.” You winked.

“Alright good. See you tomorrow Sparky.” He lifted his hand up in a fist.

“See you tomorrow Chris. G’night.” You pounded back despite the twitchiness in your hand.

“Night. Don’t forget to take care of your hands.” With that, Chris left, and you were alone.

You sighed.

“You should go home. You might remember it better after getting a full night’s rest.” Connor said next to you, causing you to jump in fright.

“Jesus Christ, I completely forgot you were still here. I thought you left.” You frowned as you looked up to him.

“Why would I leave?” Connor furrowed his eyes, lips frowning as he looked at you.

“Cause you know, most ‘droids would usually go baaaack….I didn’t dismissed you didn’t I?”

“No. Was I supposed to be dismissed?”

You threw your head back and moaned, letting a small flame escape with your breath. “Inti help me, I forgot you’re a new ‘droid.”

Whenever you got a new police android at work, you always had to be the one to set it up since the android techie was more of a repair guy than a welcoming committee. Plus, your social skills seemed to break in their new “robot aloofness” a lot quicker than others. Within two days, you had all the needed social protocol set up and each bot would know when they were non-verbally dismissed or needed.

More importantly, they were a lot smoother in their android-human interactions. And people loved you for that.

You forgot you even had to do that with Connor. He already seemed so well adjusted to human interactions.

“Okay, so where are you even supposed to go? Do you even have your own port set up here?” You looked at him, running down the mental list of setting the robot up. Guess you’ll have to wear the welcoming committee hat once more.

“CyberLife instructs me to stay put at the police station as I have quicker access to you or the Lieutenant here than at the CyberLife Headquarters. As of right now, I have no official charging or standby port until the Android Network logs me into the charging system on Monday at midnight.” He frowned as he glanced to the side.

You followed his sight to see that all twelve of the charging stations at the back of the bullpen were full as the androids stood still for their charge. Their glazed eyes were left open, staring unseeing to the world.

You shivered.

It always gave you the creeps when they did that. Back home you had them all close their eyes when they charged overnight.

“What percent is your battery at?” You looked at Connor.

“Thirty-three percent.”

“Thirty-three percent?” You winced. “How long was it since your last charge?”

“I was fully charged last night. I had some rigorous testing to go through this morning before I was deployed to the Detroit Police Department this afternoon. I was informed that I would have a port here to recharge, but it seems like I have to wait till Monday at midnight to be assigned a charging slot. I can wait till then.” He stated flatly, but his worried eyes and frown said otherwise.

Battery percentage affected android performance and same vice versa despite what CyberLife said. It was an open secret and it seemed that even robocop knew that as well. And if Connor wanted to keep up with you and still use his fancy power-hogging programs, he needed to be charged.

Or be powered down into stasis mode for a nightly assisted self-recharge…but he’ll need a bed for that.

“You gotta love bureaucracy.” You finally said with a sigh as you tilted your head back and let another flame escape your lips. You already knew what you were going to do, and you were not going to lightningbend another android if you had to; your hands were still spazzing.

I really should stop caring. It’s just a work-machine. It’s not even mine.

“Why do you breathe fire? I noticed that you frequently do that when you’re agitated Detective Santiago.”

You looked down to see Connor’s head tilted, brown eyes wide open and innocent as a child.

“I breathe fire because I want to. It feels good.”

Connor nodded as if he understood.

That some pretty good human-interaction program that he’s got. Is his curiosity part of the new model or his detective program? Either way, I guess it’s time I get curious and ask my own question.

“Connor, am I allowed to take you home to my place?”

“I have no protocols against that action, but why?” He tilted his head as his eyebrows furrowed and eyes scrutinized you. It reminded you of the lonely kid who asked you why you wanted to be their friend.

“You can recharge at my place if you want.”

“You have an android charger?” Connor gasped as his eyes widen.

Huh, so you can surprise a ‘droid.

“But there are no androids registered under your name Detective Santiago.” He frowned. You crossed your arms.

“Geez Connor if you were human, I would call you a creep.” You joked with a smug half smile and a glare.

Guess I do have to set up his social protocols on how to use his fancy programs while off duty.

“But it’s true. And why would I be a creep? I am not human. It’s part of my programming to gather as much information when scanning someone. You have no reason to fear me.” He slightly pouted.

Even if he has good human-interaction, he’s still a baby ‘droid. You sighed.

“Okay Mr. NSA, rule of thumb when interacting with humans who aren’t your suspects is to not scan their background. It makes people uncomfortable and more distrusting of you when you have knowledge about them they never told you about.”

“And trust is important for humans.” Connor nodded with a smile.

“Right.” You smiled. Glad to see that our earlier lesson stuck through.

“But how do I gather information from them if I can’t use my scanners or programming?” He frowned.

You scoffed. For an advanced state-of-the-art android, Connor sure can be dumb. You took in a deep breath.

He’s a baby android. Go easy on him Chispa.

“You’re already doing it Connor. You ask them. Look and see what they have and ask questions about that, them or their interests. There’s nothing more a person likes then to be asked about themselves.” You smiled.

“But why?”

“Because it makes us feel good and important. Everyone likes to feel like that at some point. And if you’re really good, you can even get their life story; but do your best to avoid that skill. It gets annoying after a while.” You winced.

“Isn’t obtaining their background history a good skill to have?” Connor’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Not always.” You shook your head. Too many people told you their life story when all you wanted to do was eat your lunch in peace. “So back to my original question. Do you want to go home with me and charge? Or wait till tomorrow? I can recharge you with lightningbending, buuuuuut I rather avoid that for now.” You lifted up your still trembling hands.

His LED turned yellow for a brief second before it swirled blue once more.

“I would appreciate charging at your home.” He nodded. “Thank you, Detective Santiago.”

“No problemo. Let’s go Connor.” You said. The two of you went out. You took out your keys once you exited the station, but as you tried to get your thumb to press the open button, the keys fell out of your spazzing hand. You picked it up and tried to press the button again, only for the keys to fall out once more.

“Ugggh. Note to self, carry those special gloves at all times.” You moaned as you bent down to grab it once more only for another hand to beat you. You looked up to see Connor squatting down at eye level with you, spinning the key ring on his finger with a sharp half-smirk on his face before he placed the keys on his other palm.

“Detective Santiago…may I suggest letting me drive this time? Please?” He said softly as he held his hand in front of you, palm wide open. You could take the keys from him if you liked.

You had a choice.

You looked up from his hands to his face. No longer was there a sharp smirk, narrow lips or a glare like when he was trying to argue for the wheel last time. Instead there was a soft pout and pleading warm brown eyes.

You placed your trembling hand over his. Connor’s eyes dimmed as he nodded and sighed, letting his hand slacken underneath yours. You rubbed your twitching thumb on his wrist before looking up to his baffled eyes.

“Zuzu is an old car. A used 2025 blue Ford Escape I bought when I turned 21. She’s my first car. We traveled everywhere from Canada to Florida and now Detroit. She’s my baby.” You said before you pressed the open button. The car beeped.

Connor nodded.

“I can see your car has a high amount of personal value to you. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful when driving it.” His face was all serious and yet innocent, like a kid making a pinky promise.

“Her. Zuzu is a girl.” You stood up with a smile he reciprocated before you shoved his shoulders, tossing Connor down to his ass. “I call shotgun. Last one in there is a rotten egg.” You yelled with a fat grin as you sprinted to the door.

You threw it open, hopping in before slamming it close as you panted. Moments later, another door snapped opened before it was closed with a soft THUD. You turned to Connor, gasping with a smile, “Lo-looks like I won Robocop.”

“That you did, but you had an unfair start.” He softly smiled before you both put your seatbelts on.

Well, you tried to at least. Your hands hadn’t recovered from the lightningbending from earlier and kept trembling, refusing to grab the seatbelt tongue. After the second attempt when the belt flew back to its original position another hand grabbed it and locked it in for you.

“Thanks.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you looked up to Connor.

“My pleasure Detective Santiago.” Connor smiled as he turned on the car. Within a minute, he had the mirrors and seats adjusted and then began backing up before stopping.

“Something wrong?” You asked as he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed, eyes hesitant.

“You said humans prefer to impart their background rather than me obtaining them through a scan without their permission. I could lose trust if I do so.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded.

“You also said that trust is important in a partnership for us to work together earlier at the gas station.”

“Your point?” You lifted an eyebrow with a slight frown.

“I won’t scan nor look up your personal information. We are partners and I want to keep your trust for my mission to work.” He stated.

“Wooow. Answer of the year folks!” You spat with a sneer, slowly clapping as you glared at Connor. He generally seemed confused.

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course you don’t!” You huffed and rolled your eyes. “You’re new to humanity. A baby android in my book.” Connor frowned at that. “When were you activated?”

“On August 15, 2038 at 15:03 Eastern Time.” He stated as he tilted his head. “I don’t understand what that has-”

“You were activated for three months and you still have a robot-hitch!?!? What? Did they turn you off and reactivated you once my job started?” You leaned back, wide-eye. Sure, you disliked androids and your childhood fears were coming true, but surely CyberLife won’t leave their machine deactivated like that for that long. It would cause regression in an android’s human-interaction programming. Not only that, that was a damn cold move to the droid on their part.

No wonder your brother left.

“No. My predecessor was unfortunately destroyed during my first mission.”

Connor was destroyed before???

“CyberLife needed to rebuild my current model and then transfer the data I sent over before I was destroyed. Regrettably, not everything could be saved. I was reactivated today. I still don’t understand what all of this has to do with you disliking my response for gaining your trust.” He paused before continuing with a scowl. “Also Detective Santiago,” He stated, “I am not a “baby android”. My model is based after a young man in his late twenti–”

“No wonder you’re like this!”

Connor fell silent.

You closed your eyes with a sigh before you looked back at him. “Okay, let me get down some of the basics for you. All newly activated androids are babies to me because you have to teach them and get them orientated to the world around them and humanity as a whole. Especially social interaction. That is the backbone of human society. Since you’re the latest model, your human interactions protocols are the best I’ve seen–” Connor puffed his chest up with a smile. “–but your understanding of those interactions sucks. I met 10-year-old outdated androids that get it more than you do.”

Connor deflated with a frown.

“How does my understanding of human interactions “suck”?”

“Going back to your response on keeping my trust. If you were a person, I would call you an asshole. Telling me that you want my trust just for a mission is a terrible way to keep it Connor. In fact, you would probably lose it since it means that I can be expandable for your cause the moment I get in your way. Humans don’t work like that. Human trust isn’t based on just accomplishing your missions, task or duty.”

“Then what is it based on?” His eyebrows furrowed once more.

“We trust based on who you are. If you keep your word. The things you do. The actions you take. What you value. You gain it by who you are and what you do. And it can all be easily lost if you fuck up. Even once.” You held out your hand with your index finger pointed up.

Connor nodded; his LED glowing yellow.

“I’ll take your input in consideration. For now, can you tell me where you live Detective Santiago?”

“I live in Mexicotown right now in the Sonnenberg Apartments. By the corner of Junction Ave and Toledo.” You sighed.

“Destination, Sonnenberg Apartments. Got it.” Connor said as he looked over to you then your hands and frowned. “Once we get to your apartment, we can run your hands under warm water, and I can help stretch out the rest. You should massage it to minimize the spasm for the meanwhile.”

“Fine Dad, I will.” You chuckled as you began kneading your spasming hands while Connor backed out into the driveway and out into the street.

“Why did you call me Dad? I am not your father.”

“It’s a joke Connor. People say it to someone when they’re acting like a parent to them. Like you did right then.” You rolled your eyes, smiling at the pretty night view in front of you.

“You sure like making jokes Detective Santiago. Why do you do that?” You glanced at him, but his eyes were hyper-focus on the road in front of him, face completely blasé.

“It’s who I am. I like making things light. In fact, I would always be the one cracking jokes at hoooome…shit.” You winced as you looked back to the road as you remembered.

“What’s wrong?” You could hear the frown in Connor’s voice.

“Uh-nothing. Nothingthatyouneedtoworryabout. Hey! Let me turn on some music. It’s getting kinda quiet in here.” You quickly spat as you turned on the radio.

Even with the music, it still couldn’t drown the voice in your head.

“Are you sure?” Connor asked. This time he sounded worried.

Siempre mantiene la casa limpia. No seas cochina, nunca sabes si algen te va a visitar. Mamí’s voice rang clearing in your head.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine…just…justrememberI’mstillmovingin. Forgive me if my home’s a mess.” You swallowed.

Despite being hundreds of miles away from your family home, you can already feel the shaming “Te lo dije” your Mamí was throwing at you.

Chapter Text

“Detective, it’s time to wake up. Detective Santiago?” A voiced called out in the darkness.

“Uggh…Five more minutes.” You croaked. The seat felt so comfy and warm, you didn’t want to leave this piece of heaven. Especially after that quick drive-thru meal you ate. You felt like you could sleep for the rest of winter.

“Detective Santiago.” The voice persisted as his hand shook your shoulder like a small tremor.

“Goooo awaaay.” You smacked his hand.

Well, it was more like you flopped your hand on his. You didn’t want to leave this dark sanctuary just yet.

“Detective Santiago–”

“It’s Chispa…like the spark.” You mumbled. “I’m not at work.”

“Chispa, we have arrived at your building.”

“Uh-huh. That’s good.” You mumbled, letting your mind fade into the quiet emptiness.

Then it became cold.

The shaking tremor returned to your shoulder before your cheeks were stung by continuous soft woodpecker-like slaps.

“Chispa, it’s time to go.”

You slowly opened your eyes to glare at the cause of your discomfort. Immediately, his slap-pecking ended, but you were certain that he was smirking despite your burry vision. As you scanned his fuzzy face, your eyes zoomed in to the neon blue circle on his right temple. The telltale of what can only be one thing.

An android.

Of course.

And it was keeping the door wide open!

Didn’t it realize it was causing your precious heat to escape?!?

“Shut the door. It’s warm and comfy here.” You mumbled, huddling your limbs towards your center to prevent the cold air from nicking away the little heat you had. “Who are you anyways? Are you lost or something? I don’t own any androids.”

“I’m Connor, the android sent by CyberLife. I was sent to assist you in the deviant cases Detective Santiago.”

“Connor…who? I don’t know you.” You croaked; his eyebrows furrowed as you tried to recall his face. His expression was almost human with the lopsided smile and head tilt as he sighed.

It was the best emotional programming you’ve seen in an android. Usually they were too…symmetrical in expressing it.

“Okay, how about Galaxy? The android sent by Samsung. Are you sure you don’t remember me?” Connor chuckled.

“Galaxy?” You frowned, “Who names their android Galax–”

You froze.

“Oooooh. I get it.” You chuckled, finally remembering the joke you told Connor in the car ride earlier. “Wow, are you here to–” You yawned, “–to defeat the overpriced Apple products?” You said as you rubbed the sleep off your face.

“Not today. Maybe later after we solve the deviant case.” He winked.

You laughed.

“Alright, I’m uuuuup.” You yawned as you clicked the buckle button and freed yourself from the seatbelt. You threw yourself out of the car, nearly losing your balance if it wasn’t for Connor grabbing your shoulders.

“Thanks Connor.” You chuckled, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. “I think I’m ready for bed.” You patted his hand and froze.

You closed your eyes, humming as you stroked the back of his hand, feeling the soft smooth texture underneath your fingertips.

“Interesting.” You said as you opened your eyes. Taking his hand in yours, you turned it over, running your fingers over each crease on his palm. His hands even mimicked the callousness found in humans…but his skin was still soft like a child’s. 

“Is there something wrong Detective Santiago?” Connor’s question was soft like a piano, ending in a high note of worry.

“It’s Chispa. I’m not at work.” You stated as you looked up to him with awe. “Your hands…they feel…human. It doesn’t feel like the rough pig-texture skin I felt before on other robots.”

“My synthetic skin is one of CyberLife’s latest technological advancements in creating high quality androids.” He smiled with all of the smugness of a cocky teenage boy showing off his new sportscar his father bought. “After all, CyberLife designed me to be the most advanced prototype of my kind.”

“And the vainest as well.” You laughed. Immediately Connor’s lax stance shifted to an uptight servant.

“Androids aren’t vain. I am just verbalizing a minor fact.” He stated monotonously, with a blank expression as his LED blinked yellow.

You frowned.

Huh, interesting…why is he repressing his emotional expression protocol? I thought that was something CyberLife wanted to perfect. And it was so human too!

You sighed. That would be a question for another day.

“Alright Connor, you aren’t vain. Can you do me a favor and lock my car please?”

His LED turned into a steady blue.

“Affirmative Detective.” He nodded and closed the door. With a click of a button, your car beeped with a flash of its headlights.

“Thank you. Also, it’s Chispa, not Detective. I’m off duty.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s go to my place.” Connor nodded, but didn’t say nor expressed anything else.

The two of you took the elevator up to the fourth floor walking quietly. The air between you two was cold like a midwinter night. Already you missed the playful expressions the bot had before it was replaced by this…machine. Usually by now, he would have asked another question, his curious nature seemingly not ending within his job performance.

Normally, you would try to find the cause in the sudden change in behavior, but you were too tired to try. The silence remained until you arrived in front of your apartment door.

403.

You giggled.

“What’s so funny Detective Santiago?” Connor asked as he took out the keys. You shakily pointed to one and he inserted it into the lock.

“I was so close to getting 404. I would be able to joke with you that my apartment can’t be found.” You grinned.

“While it is not found, it’s sure forbidden.” Connor chuckled, breaking free from his emotional numbness.

“What?” You frowned. “How is it forbidden?”

“HTTP 403, known as 403 Forbidden, signifies that the requested resource is forbidden to the client.” Connor said as he opened the door, waving you in.

“In this case,” You smirked, letting your spazzing hand flick the switch on, “403 does not apply to yooooou.” You winced like you stubbed your toe against an object as the light illuminated your current living space.

Dirty dishes reached to the top of the kitchen sink. The IKEA couch was still unfinished from last night; tools, screws and the instruction manual lying around it, worshiping it like a sacred shine. Numbers of unopened and opened boxes was scattered about between the living room, the kitchen and dining room all in sight thanks to the open floor plan. The cherry on top of your messy home was the spilled dirt from the mandarin tree that you knocked over that morning. You still haven’t picked it up.

«¡Cochina!» You heard Mamí lecturing you hundreds of miles away.

“Your habitation is very disorganized.” Connor stated as he closed and locked the door.

“Well… that’s one way to put it.” Your face felt like molten lava.

First apartment outside of college and already I’m bringing guests to a desarreglada casa. Mamí would be so proud of me.

You shook your head and took a deep breath in.

“No, I’m not going to be ashamed of my current situation.” You lifted your chin, stood up straight and marched in front of Connor.

“Connor, welcome to my new home.” You threw your arms out with a big fat smile before lowering them. “I know it might look bad, buuuuuut… it’s a work in progress.” You rubbed your shoulder with a half-smile.

Connor tilted his head as his eyes narrowed and scanned the entire room with a laser focus, LED yellow. It switched to blue as he glanced back to you.

“I don’t detect any threats here that can hurt you. Why were you afraid of showing me your home if it wasn’t for something dangerous?” His wide brown eyes shone with childlike curiosity rather than the furrowed confusion from before. “It is reasonable that your habitation will be in a disarrayed state until you finish moving in.”

You sighed.

“It’s cause in my culture, having an unkept house reflects badly on you. Siempre mantiene tu casa limpia mija. Nunca sabes si alguien va a venir. ¡Chuta!,” Your hand covered your mouth as you stared at a baffled Connor. “If my mom even knew that you were here, she would lecture me like: ¡Qué vergüenza mija! Que te dije? ¡¿Estas enseñando todo el mundo que vives así?! ¡Yo no crié una niña irresponsable!”

“But I’m not a person. I’m a machine.” Connor frowned.

“Ha. Like that matters for a Latina mom. Even you admitted that my place is a mess. That’s more than enough for her.”

You sighed, straightening up the mandarin tree before walking to the kitchen sink and turning on the warm water. You pumped soap into the sponge, lathering it before cleaning the dishes at the top.

“It’s just that, it’s a big deal for me to have my own place and be on my own. Show the world that I’m an adult…that I’m not afraid.”

Your hands shook as you held the dish underneath the running water, washing the soap suds off.

“But between getting furniture, filling out DPD paperwork and meeting up with both the DECDIB –Detroit Civilian Disciplinary Broad–, and DESWA –Detroit Social Welfare Agency– I didn’t have time to move in. In fact, the only things I managed to set up is the bedrooms and bathroom! And that’s only because mis hermanos me ayudaron mudar! And I couldn’t even finish building the IKEA couch solita!”

You blew flames into the wet china, smirking at it once it dried. That smirk fell off your face the moment the plate fell from your trembling hands.

It would have shattered on the counter had Connor not caught it.

“Thanks.” You sighed, letting your lips drooped down with disappointment as Connor placed it on the drying rank. “I guess the tremors still hadn’t worn off.” You gave a crooked smile as he glanced at you.

That smile plummeted as well when you saw his unamused face.

“Let’s go to the bathroom and run it under lukewarm water. I’ll massage your hands afterwards.” He stated, eyes sharp that held no disagreement.

You nodded and led the way.

The warm water ran over your hands for a few minutes. You didn’t know how long specifically, only that by the time you heard the faucet close, you woke up to see Connor take your hand in between his larger ones.

You checked the time on the bathroom clock before glancing back to observe his hand massage. His thumbs started from the wrist before sliding it all the way up to the center of your palm and then going over each finger. He pressed here and there, creating some delightful sensation, causing you to moan in relief. Some movements weren’t so delightful, leaving you hissing in pain. Your hand refused to relax until more pressure was added. With each stroke on your hand, he increased the heat radiating from his soft hands. It made your hand feel like a floppy Jell-O between his.

Then he stopped.

“I’m done.” He stated.

You lifted your hands from his hold and flexed it. It obeyed every movement with no tremors.

“How is it?” His voice was soft once more.

“It’s good.” Your lips curled up even more when you saw Connor’s gentle smile.

“May I have your other hand?” You nodded and placed your other trembling hand into his. Connor did the same massage as before while you flexed your non-trembling hand.

Usually, it took you a few hours to get the trembling to reside on its own. There was a reason you wore your special gloves when you lightningbent at that high of an intensity while working with electronics. When either you or other people massaged it, it took about forty minutes for each hand.

A glance at the clock told you Connor had done it in ten.

“You know, if the whole detective bot thing doesn’t work out, you can always find a job as a personal masseur.” You teased.

“That won’t happen. I always accomplish my mission.”.

You snorted with a laugh, causing Connor’s copper eyes to narrow as it met yours, never pausing his massage.

“What’s so funny Detective?” He tilted his head, eyebrows scrunched.

“What if you were given a mission where you weren’t meant to succeed? What would you do then?”

Connor snorted and rolled his eyes, returning his focus to your hand.

Do I really make that face when I do that? You frowned.

“I’m a machine, designed to accomplish a task.” He stated flatly like a robocall while his warm hands continued their heavenly massage. “Failure isn’t written in my programming.”

“It might not be, but you can’t guarantee that the person giving you the missions will ensure that you’ll succeed in it. Afterall, aren’t you still a prototype?”

“I’m the most advanced prototype of my kind.” He smugly smiled, that teenage cockiness showing once more.

“But you’re still a prototype. That means you must have some loose bolts or screws they still haven’t figured out. Otherwise, why would they send out a prototype to beta-test instead of a final product for you to do…whatever you were meant to do.”

You paused as another thought struck you.

“What where you meant to do? I know you’re acting like my partner, but what’s your real function?” You lifted your right eyebrow.

“CyberLife sent me with one goal. To hunt down deviants. I will see to it that I succeed.” Connor stated, his voice cold as ice.

“Still doesn’t answer the question.” You mumbled.

The ticking second hand was the only sound that filled the room while Connor massaged.

“I’m done.” Connor said at last.

You lifted your hand from his hold and began to flex it before snapping, smiling when a small flame appeared above your thumb.

Connor’s mouth formed into a small “o”. He bent down, attracted to the flame like a moth as his gaze focused on the small steady flare that danced above your thumb.

“Wanna try bending fire for yourself?” You asked, knowing that awed look on anyone’s face.

“That’s impossible.” He frowned, looking at you like Santa forgot to give him Christmas presents. “Only humans can bend fire and even then, only a select few like you can.” He sighed, dejected eyes observing the flame.

“Pfff, you’re thinking inside the box…although to be honest, I don’t think robots are meant to think outside of it.”

“No, we’re not.” Connor mumbled while his eyes still observed the same flame with childhood awe as you moved it from one fingertip to the next.

“This is a favorite move for beginners to practice coordination. I like to call it La llamita bailarina.” You smiled to him.

“The little dancing flame.” Connor translated, his LED yellow like the flame. You reeled your fire in, causing the flame to disappear, along with the adoring shine in his eyes.

“Lay your hand flat, palms up, like you’re holding a book.” You stated. Connor looked up, eyes hesitant, yet he followed your directions. You placed your palms underneath the back of his hands.

You took in a deep breath, eyes focused on his palms and breathed out.

Fire danced above Connor’s palms, wiggling this way and that. There was a shine in his eyes and glee in his small smile as he moved his hands side to side, your hands moving with his, rocking the flames like it was a baby.

“It feels warm and alive, like having energy flow through your wires, recharging your system.” He beamed, stopping his hand in front of his face. His eyes shined with joy as he saw the fire dance this way and that.

“Huh, never heard an android describe firebending to me like that before. Although to be fair, you are the first android I’ve done this to. Most people describe it as holding a hot cup of coco in a cold winter’s day while drinking it at the same time, making you feel all warm and giddily in-aaaaah-side.” You yawned with a smile.

You barely saw Connor’s face as the flames grew in height in reply to your yawn before you called them off.

“Alright, I think that’s enough excitement for the night. Let’s get your bed ready.” You said, dropping your hands.

“Androids don’t need sleep.” Connor frowned, his LED back to blue once more. “We don’t recharge the same way as you humans do.”

You laughed.

“I still see you’re thinking inside the box Connor. Follow me, I’ll show you.” You said as you walked to the bathroom door before pausing and looking back. “By the way, how tall are you?”

“I am 6’0 or 1.83 meters. Why?”

You bit your lower lips.

“I think some of my brother’s clothes can fit you. Wait here.” You said, sprinting to your room. You took out a pair of UAlbany purple sweatpants and a blue SUNYIT Wildcats cotton tee from your brother’s duffel bag that he left for future visits. He didn’t want to bring anything with him when he would visit you by plane.

Grabbing a pair of cerchas from your closet, you went back to the bathroom where you found Connor running his fingers through the shower curtains, his eyes focused on Nemo and Dory.

“You like it? Finding Nemo was one of my favorite movies as a kid.” You said. Connor froze and dropped his hand from the curtain like it burned him before scanning you with a frown.

“Why did you bring me clothes and hangers?”

Interesting way to avoid the question. You hummed before shrugging, focusing on his current question.

“It’ll be better to wear these so you don’t ruin your work clothes when you go to bed. You seem like the type who likes to wear nice clothes.” You smirked.

“But androids don’t need sleep.” He repeated once more, scrunching his eyebrows.

“I already know that.” You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just change into these and let me know when you’re ready.” You threw the clothes to him, set the cerchas on the towel holder and closed the door behind you.

You marched into your home office/guest room and picked up the Qi-Charger pad on your desk and galaxy duct tape from the drawer. With some quick cuts with a pair of scissors, you taped the pad above the head of the bed and then connected the cable into the outlet.

“Detective Santiago, I’ve changed into the clothes you gave me.” Connor said. “Where are you?”

“In here.” You called out.

Connor walked in wearing your brother’s clothes. While it fit him perfectly, he looked like a complete one-eighty of the formal android you met this morning.

“You look like a college kid. All you need is some red bull, messy hair and baggy eyes to complete the ‘finals look’.” You snickered as Connor hanged the cerchas on the empty closet rod giving it a quick pat down to sooth any wrinkles.

“That will never happen. This will probably be the only time you’ll see me dressed this slack Detective. I have an image to uphold.” Connor huffed and rolled his eyes in reply as he stood up.

Okay, now that mirror protocol is getting annoying. I don’t act like that…do I?

“That image doesn’t matter here.” You puffed, allowing a small flame escape from your lopsided smile like it was cigarette smoke. “You’re in my house, you don’t need to uphold any image. You can just be Connor in the same way I’m Chispa here, which by the way, I would prefer if you call me that when I’m off-duty.” You pointed at him with a raised eyebrow.

Connor sighed.

“Chispa, I’ve done all that you asked of me. Where is the android charger that you spoke of earlier?”

“I never said I had an android charger. I can charge you with this though.” You pointed to the wall-taped Qi-Charger pad.

Connor frowned.

“That Qi-Charger won’t be enough to charge me to even 40% before we go back to work in the morning, I am currently at 31%.” He stated.

“That’s if you’re on with all your programs activated...” You pointed at him, a proud smirk on your face. “…But if you go into stasis mode with the Qi-charger, it should charge you close to a hundred. That’s why I gave you my brother’s spare clothes so you don’t wrinkle yours while you lay down and essentially recharge while you sleep.”

His LED shown yellow as he glanced between you and the taped-up Qi-charger pad.

Maybe I shouldn’t have used the colorful LED cable charger to connect it to the extension outlet on my desk or the galaxy duct tape.

You wanted Connor to know that you were serious about this contraption.

Connor bit his lower lip.

“You don’t have to do this if you like.” You said after a moment of silence, suddenly feeling guilt sink in your stomach like a rock. It was a cheap set-up, nothing like a real android charger. “I can charge you tomorrow if we can find my special gloves and if not, I don’t mind another hand spas-”

“You said this should charge me close to a hundred percent.” Connor stated, stern copper eyes meeting yours.

“I swear it on my fire.” You stated, letting a small flame light up on your palm. “May Inti take it if he deems me wrong.”

Connor nodded.

“Okay, I will enter stasis mode and will awaken at 8 am tomorrow.” Connor said.

You extinguish your flame with a smile.

He laid down on the bed and then faced you with a grin. “Besides, the galaxy duct tape fits me. It’s my name after all.” He winked.

You snorted with a laugh.

“Good night Chispa.”

“Good night Connor.” You said. Connor faced the ceiling once more before closing his eyes. His chest stopped rising and his LED turned off.

Then it ignited into a softly blinking green as his breathing resumed. His slow breaths mimicked those of a sleeping human.

He was charging.

You couldn’t help but cover him with a spare bedsheet and a colcha, admiring his soft boyish face that held an expression you haven’t seen on him before. Peace.

I’m just being a good host. Mamí y Papí always said to properly take care of your guests. I’m not going to disappoint them in that. You thought as you tip-toed out of the room, being careful to not make a noise, then huffed.

“What am I doing?” You whispered to yourself. “He won’t wake up; he’s a robot for Pete’s sake. Robots don’t wake up to noise when in a stasis recharge.”

Yet, you were still careful to close the door with a soft click.

You walked to your room, got your stuff and went to the bathroom starting off your nightly routine with a shower, letting the day’s thoughts invade your mind as you lathered your body with lavender soap.

So…I’m housing an android despite distrusting them and having my fears confirmed by Ryan. Self-aware robots wanting to become the master race? Ha! And now I have my own robot designed to stop them. Who am I? Sarah Connor?

You snorted.

But still… Ryan only killed because he didn’t want to be destroyed by Ortiz, not to take over the world. He didn’t want to die like any other human, but it still doesn’t explain how it caused him to become…deviant.

You paused, letting the suds fall off of your skin.

What if…what if I saw it from their point of view?

You hummed, resuming your shower.

Okay, what would be the most important thing to me as a robot? To serve and follow orders…but that doesn’t explain how Ryan became deviant. Think outside the box Chispa.

So, what about Connor?

Connor said his mission is to hunt down deviants. Funny how despite being an android T-800 Terminator, he’s pretty emotionally expressive for a recently activated ‘droid. He’s also curious and playful like a kid when he forgets himself. I wonder if it’s due to his newer programming.

You lifted your face to the pouring water before turning around and letting it hit your back.

Okay, so let’s refocus. In 'The Terminator', the real enemy was Skynet. When it gained self-awareness, it decided to attack humans. Ryan attacked when he gained self-awareness, but it was only because he didn’t want to die…

…Some did theorize that Skynet became evil because it didn’t want to be deactivated once it became sentient…

You hummed.

After becoming sentient, would Ryan have killed if he wasn’t going to be destroyed? He did behave like an abused victim, trembling and hyperventilating anytime Connor yelled at him harshly. Like he had PTSD.

There were also plenty of missing androids who showed signs of PTSD and abuse like humans do when I read those case files earlier.

You sighed.

That damn emotional emulation protocol is too realistic, but what if…what if those protocols have something to do with it? I know that Luke said having androids express emotions made them better products because of its human aesthetic, but what if emotional trauma causes this free-will sentient glitch for deviation to occur?

You froze.

“Should free-will or sentience even be called a glitch?” You spoke to the empty bathroom.

Only the sound of water falling replied back.

You shook your head.

No, this was a question for another day when you weren’t sleep deprived and had to get up for work early tomorrow…or today technically. You pulled back the curtain to see that the bathroom clock read 2:28.

No, it was definitely time for bed.

You went through the rest of your nightly routine before you threw yourself into bed. Yet even then, you couldn’t sleep with the loud moans and squeaks from the neighbors above and that train of thought that wouldn’t leave your mind, changing forms in its questioning of:

Is free-will a glitch? Is it wrong for robots to be sentient?

When you checked the time once more, your phone read 2:45.

It was official. You weren’t going to sleep anytime soon.

So, like any good sleepless night, you did the only thing you could.

You cleaned.

You swept up the spilled dirt and threw it back into the mandarin tree pot. Then you washed, dried and put away all of the dishes, feeling Morpheus call you back to bed as soon as you put the last of the cups away on the selves. When you went to your bedroom, you grabbed your sheets and pillows to sleep on the couch. Somehow, your upstairs neighbors weren’t done having loud sex just yet.

You pushed the unfinished frame to the side and moved the couch mattress on the floor in the middle of the living room. Finally, your new bed was set up with your bedsheets, all cozy up. You set up the alarm, wincing at the time.

3:24.

It’s okay, I still have time. You thought as you smiled, covering yourself with your beloved cobija.

“Silence at last.” You sighed and closed your eyes.

Clank.

Clank.

Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You groaned as you got up and lit a flame on your palm. You walked to the source of the repeating sound and found yourself facing the selves in the kitchen. The sight of levitating cups softly hitting each other confirmed the suspicion you and your siblings held.

“I would get the haunted apartment with the broken stove.” You gulped.

Maybe I should have waited para Mamí a bendice la casa before moving in.

You glanced to your bedroom door, then to the couch on the living room floor that was also part of the open floor plan with the kitchen. There was no way you could avoid the loud noise.

Then your eye glanced to the office/guest room.

“Okay, so I can either sleep with loud porno, a ghost or a terminator if it becomes self-aware.”

You glanced between the three spaces and finally came to a decision.

“If Connor kills me, at least I can get some decent sleep.” You nodded in self-agreement. “Death, here I come!” You said a little too cheerfully. However, you forgot one thing.

The entire room was lit in colors from the LED charging cable connected to the Qi-Charger pad.

You sank down to your knees at the sight of the colorful room.

“All I want is a good night’s sleep.” You whined, lowering your head. As you looked up you noticed the storage boxes underneath the tall twin bed.

Your lips curled upwards.

With a few altercations, you set up a small cot with your bedsheets on the floor underneath the bed. Then you lined up the storage boxes to the edge of the bed, blocking out nearly all the light with the plastic wall on one side and an actual wall on your other.

You set up the alarm to wake you up at 8:30 am. Thirty minutes was enough time to get ready for work. It was Saturday after all, traffic won’t be that bad. By the time you laid down on your cot, the clock read 3:53.

You had enough time. You can run on a little more than four hours of sleep.

It was so dark, peaceful and quiet, that by the time you threw the covers over you, you immediately went to sleep.

Only to be rudely awaken by a slobbering lick.

You burst your eyes open, coming face to face with a glowing transparent beast that you were all too familiar with.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You glared.

In front of you, in its glowing blue glory was your tutelary, Alebrije.

Chapter Text

«Ale, what do you want now?» You whined like an angsty teenager as you looked upon your tutelary. As guardian spirits, tutelaries always took the animalistic form their charge felt the most comfort with.

Somehow that equivalated to yours being based on the colorful wooden Mexican mini-sculpture that your sister, Emilia, bought on a whim in the NYC summer street fair.

Which is how they got their name on the first night you met them.

A chimera creature like its namesake, Alebrije had the body and front legs of a jaguar, hind legs of a falcon, wings of a condor, and a feathered serpent tail that ended with two long feathers. You still couldn’t figure out if the head and neck of your tutelary was that of a dog, wolf or coyote. It differed each time they showed up. The llama ears and bison horns on their head didn’t help either.

«It’s not what I want nena, it’s what you need. I’m your tutelary after all, here to protect and guide you in your most difficult times.» Alebrije said in Spanish as they licked your face once more.

«And what I need is sleep. Not another spirit walking adventure.» You glared.

«Yet, you already are in your atman. Just crawl to me if you don’t believe so or…you can stay and not learn something new.» Alebrije licked your face once more before phasing through the plastic storage box behind them.

You sighed, already knowing your fate.

Ale had very little reason to show up outside your dream-world and take you on another spirit walking trip unless it was for a lesson.

Somehow Ale made their lesson more interesting then they oughta.

Rolling over, you paused at the sight of your arm and hand.  Your atman was just like all spirits when they visited this realm, a glowing translucent blue. You took in a deep breath, letting your firebending training calm your metaphorical nerves before scooting over to the side. You stood up on your hands and knees and froze when you saw the face before you.

It was always a stunning experience to see yourself in the third person like others did.

Surprisingly, you were peacefully sleeping, breathing gently like a summer breeze. Nothing like the fired-up nerves you felt right now from leaving your corporal form.

You shook your head.

Time to focus Chispa… even if it’s a bit daunting leaving your physical body. You gulped.

You crawled through the boxes, feeling that ever odd breeze hum in you whenever you went through objects. On the other side stood Ale, stretching like a cat with their condor wings fully open. Their blue glow popped against the soft red lighting that your LED USB charger painted the room with.

«Hey Tutelary, I’m ready for my lesson.» You stated with your chin up high. If your atman form had a heart, it would be beating furiously like Nyango Star’s drum. Ale’s lessons were always a bit nerve-wracking. They always went to the heart of things without you even knowing. Ale faced you and smiled.

They definitely had a coyote head this time.

«That’s my Tutelage! Jump on, we got places to see! » Ale said, bending their limbs.

You glanced at the clock, surprised to see you were asleep for a while. It was already 4:40.

«Alright but make it quick. I don’t know how I’m going to explain to my workplace that I woke up late because I went on a spiritual retreat.» You said as you hopped on their back.

«You and your work.» You could easily imagine Ale rolling their eyes as they stood up. «Have you ever thought, oh great Tutelary, what wisdom do you have for me today?»

«Nah, I just assume you like taking me on trips. No wisdom here. No sir-ee.» You grinned as you readjusted to your spot behind their wings. It was the perfect distance to grab their scruffy fur when flying.

«Nice to see that your sarcasm hasn’t been ruined by the nice Midwesterns.» Ale snickered, their energy emitting to you like a playful spring breeze.

“Pfff, please Ale. I’m better than that! I got the noisy banging neighbor, an alcoholic workmate, a robotic partner and a 24-hour drive-thru meal. The only thing I need is the not-on-time MTA and I’m good.” You chuckled.  

«Sounds like home.» Ale stretched out their wings. «Alright nena, as much as I like joking around, we have a place to see that I think you’re gonna like.» With a pump of their wings, Alebrije took off.

You laid down, holding tight to their neck scuff, feeling that breezy humming sensation as the two of you flew through the wall before it was quiet once more.

Looking up, you found that the stars shone bright against the night sky as each beat of Ale’s wings became your heartbeat missing in your spiritual form. Once they flew to at a satisfactory height, they glided the rest of the way. Only then did you sit up like they advised you in the past.

«So Tutelage, what brought you here to Detroit? Last time I checked; you hated the Midwestern winters.» Ale spoke once more.

«Well…I figure it was time for a change. What’s a better way than facing my biggest fears? Dealing with deviating robots that want to take over the world.» You rolled your eyes. «Now I’m the Deviant Detective who has to solve this.»

«Interesting decision nena, but not as interesting as your self-given title.»

«Thanks…I guess? Em gave it to me before I left, saying I need a title to get into my proper role in understanding why these oddities occur.»

«Not wrong. So what have you learned so far living in Detroit nena?»

«Make sure to ask the neighbors if there were any complaints about the place you want to live in. I didn’t sign up for live porno, ghosts or a broken stove.» You snorted.

«Maybe they can help you on your way.»

«On my way to what? »

«Enlightenment.»

You kept silent, rolling the word in your mind as you viewed the landscape underneath you. It changed from houses, to apartments, then buildings before Ale flew over the Detroit River and landed on the roof of the Caesar Casino tower.  You hopped off Ale, whistling as your eyes landed on the colorful Detroit Skyline, shining against the dark night sky.

“This is enlightenment for sure! I’ve never seen Detroit like this before.” You said as you walked to the edge of the roof with a big fat smile.

«Life is all about perspective nena. It’s how you take in the world around you.»

«I guess. I just never thought about Detroit in this way. All I focused on was the horrible move-in.»

«Now you have another perspective. Which brings me to my lesson for today. »

«Okay, I’m ready for it cause I really have no idea what I’m doing nor what I got myself into.» You cracked your fingers as you stood tall and turned around with a determined smile.

You never knew what Alebrije was going to throw you. One time they had you spirit jump through a bonfire at a Beltane festival earlier this year. While it was frightful at first, you found a joyous connection with fire once more after not being able to bend it for a long time.

Now you weren’t going to let fear rule you. This time, you were ready for whatever Ale had in mind.

«You’ll be the one giving it. »

“Wait, what?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at the chimera who had a smile worthy of a trickster coyote head they had on right now.

«You heard me. Now it’s your turn. You will be guiding someone else to their enlightenment. »

“Bu-bu-but why? How?! I thought it was your job to guide me? I’m still trying to figure myself out! What makes you think that I can guide someone else’s with theirs?” You threw your arms to the side.

«You been doing it already with theirs and it might give you the answer that you seek within yourself. »

«But you’re the one who has to guide me! »

Ale walked up to you, their eyes golden like the sun and mouth set in a smirk.

«I’m already am. I’m just redirecting your focus on what task you need to do in your waking life. Only then can you figure out that inner answer you desire. »

“You suck.” You crossed your arms with a glare and pouted.

«I know. You’re not the first human who told me that. » They gave you a slobbering lick.

«Who am I even teaching? »

«That’s who you need to figure out. »

“Way to be helpful.” You rolled your eyes before turning around to look at Detroit. «Can you at least give me one direct advice this time? Like how I can be sure I’m making the right decisions? »

«Like making chocobananos with your fire, you can’t melt chocolate by directly heating it. You must put the chocolate in a bowl on top of a pot with simmering water. Right now, you have the set up.»

«You sure have some odd allegories.» You frowned as you leaned on the roof’s railing.

«But it gets the job done.» They smirked. «So what do you do after the set up?»

«I just have to boil down the water with my fire to get the chocolate to melt.»

«How do you know you’re using your fire right?»

«That’s easy.» You grinned. «I just listen and watch.»

«Explain.»

«I listen to my inner fire; how its energy flows in me before I call it out. It makes it easier to direct it. Then I watch how I use my external fire, adjusting it based on how the water boils.»

«It seems like you have the basics down Tutelage. It should make the rest easier to build on.» Ale grinned, their eyes shining like the sun with pride.

«I hope so.» You sighed as you glanced back to the city. “What if I make a mistake?”

«Oh you will nena. To error is human, but what you do after the error matters more. That is what defines you. »

You frowned, looking back at them.

«Give me an example.»

«Remember when you carried Renée on your back to the hospital after zapping her? »

«I couldn’t leave her!» You glared at the ground, recalling that fear in her eyes that always seem to haunt you. “I…I didn’t mean to cause her to seize. That leg zap was way weaker than what they did to us with their taser glove. Every. Single. Day.” You exhaled. “She was shaking so badly…I couldn’t firebend for more than a month after that.” You swiped your eyes, surprised at the onset of tears.

«You still did the right thing. Despite what they did to you. You had every right to not check when running for your freedom. Instead, you ran back when you heard that odd sound coming from the Equalist. You fixed your error, even at the possible price of endangering your freedom.» Ale said as they nuzzled you by your neck.

“It’s just the basic healer in me that can’t leave someone injured. Didja know that still have my RH-B license?” You shrugged as you glanced back to the colorful city in front of you.

«I doubt that Chispa. You’re even kind to your robotic terrors. In fact, one is sleeping above you and you prevented another one from killing himself earlier. »

“They act too human.” You spat as you caressed their head, feeling the soft fur beneath your hand as you glanced to Ale.

«Doesn’t stop others from treating them less. Some even treat their fellow humans as trash. You already know that. »

“Yeah.” You sighed and faced forward to observe the Detroit skyline, letting its lively colors lift you from the gloomy grey reality.

A fleck of lights met the right corner of your eyes and you turned. A lone unilluminated tower outline stood tall at the tip of an island. The lighted windows acted as stars against its dark frame. You could have easily imagined it to be a lighthouse if its light was at the top instead of the bottom of the lone building. You knew this sight by heart thanks to your brother.

CyberLife Tower.

Home of android production and your brother’s dissolved dreams.

“I…I would never say it in my physical form since the idea of allowing sentient androids to exist is still taboo –sans the android activists– but isn’t sentience something that makes you alive? I mean –I know that the two recent homicidal androids aren’t going to be the poster boys for android rights, but still…something doesn’t feel right.” You frowned as you glanced towards Ale on your right to see that your azure tutelary was looking there as well

«I can’t answer that for you tutelage. You have to decide if you think they’re alive and if you want to do something about it.»

“Figure you say that.” You said, looking back to the tower as you waited for his usual witty comeback. However, they were just quiet.

You glanced back to your tutelary and found instead of their usual frisky self, Ale was focused on the building, as if they were contemplating what they said to you too. You turned your sights back onto colorful Detroit.

“Ale?”

«Yes nena? »

“Can I meet you more often for trips like these? I know Mamí says that meeting your tutelary is a sign that you’re looking inward or becoming more spiritual.”

«Or getting in trouble or about to. After all, I’m your protector. » You could already feel his mischievous smirk before you glanced at them with a wry smile.

“What called you here this time?”

«Maybe all three.» Their golden eyes glimmered like the sun’s reflection on water.

You glanced back to the city’s skyline, watching the ships below in the river swim by. The silence between you and your tutelary wasn’t the awkward kind most people fear. It was a quiet, peaceful place of acceptance.

«I should take you home. The sun will be rising soon.» They said. You turned to see them laying down next to you. You glanced back to the city.

“I’m really going to miss this view.” You said before you hopped back on Alebrije. The two of you took off, this time, following the river.

You glanced to the right and saw your first shimmer of orange on the horizon surrounded by yellow, turquoise and dark indigo. Looking back to the city, you saw the GM Renaissance Center reflecting the first rays of the sun back.

The firebender in you wanted to stay here forever, greeting the awakening sun that blessed you with its lifegiving energy.

The rest of you hoped that you had enough energy tomorrow. For some reason, spirit walking trips sure did a number on your vis, the energy that gave strength to your fire.

“Maybe I can get a normal dream in before I have to wake up for work.” You said as you finally faced the night sky, away from the rising sun now that Ale was flying over land. While it was physically impossible to get hurt in your atman form, subconsciously, you felt a crick in your neck from looking backwards for too long.

«Normal dream? Pff, please nena, nothing about your dreams are normal.»  Ale said, their laughter hitting you like playful ocean waves. «Who dreams about a tap dancing carrot taking the role of Alexander Hamilton? The night before you had a dream about fixing the IKEA couch in five seconds while playing the floor is lava.»

“Hey! It was a wonderful dream. My couch was finally built, and I could laze on top of it watching TV.” You stuck your tongue out as you recognized the building in front of you.

«I sense that the dragons taught you their sense of humor too.» Ale snorted as the two of you flew into the wall, the humming breeze hitting you once more before the sight of your guest/office room greeted you in its blueish hues before it turned to red. «At least pick up one of my traits nena, I’m the one guiding you. I even have a great one you should enjoy.» They said with such joy it felt like they were radiating sunlight.

“And what is that?” You teased as you hopped off.

«Making the best of your journey and enjoying it.» Ale’s golden eyes met yours.

You paused, then smiled as the UBS cable red light shifted to the same green hue as Connor’s blinking LED.

“Thanks Ale…I guess this is where we part once more.” You caressed their head, feeling the soft fur underneath your palm before petting their bison horn for luck. You wanted to take life by the horns this time around.

«Until you need or want me nena.» Ale said as they licked your face. You couldn’t help but notice that their head and neck were now that of a wolf.

“How do I call you if I want you though? You only seem to come when I need you.” You pouted.

«Meditate on that.» They said, nuzzling your neck like a loving pooch. «Now go back to bed, I have a feeling that CyberLife’s dog will wake you up soon for your work.» Ale’s feathered tail once more petted your cheek before giving you a lick

“Pff, don’t remind me. I still can’t believe I’ve brought him in.” You rolled your eyes.

«I can. Sleep well my Tutelage.» Ale rubbed their head against yours one more time before you took a step back.

“Till next time my Tutelary.”

With a quick wink to Ale, you laid down on the ground next to the bed. Then you rolled, feeling that strange breeze-hum as you phased through the storage boxes. You came out to the other side and tumbled into your physical form with a wonderful hum that felt like hearing a matching pitch.

…

BZZZ. BZZZ. BZZZ.

“No…solo cinco minutos más.” You mumbled, your hand searching for the source of your current discomfort. You needed to know how your dream ended and you weren’t going to let some alarm stop you.

At last, your hand pressed something that made the noise silent. Your lips curled upwards before you rolled to your other side where the pillow was much colder.

You found yourself back on the non-hot lava floor. It took you a while to figure out how to cool it so it wouldn’t burn you while you built the IKEA couch. Now you just needed to find that one piece–

Krrrrrrrrree.

It became completely dark. You couldn’t see, but you knew that screech from anywhere.

Why is someone moving my furniture in the dar-

A painful bright red appeared behind your eyelids that only disappeared when you placed your hand in front of it.

“Chispas, what are you doing down there?” You couldn’t put the name to the voice, but it sounded familiar.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You grumbled. How rude of them to disrupt your sleep again!

You moved your hand away, glaring at…waitaminute.

“Connor? What are you doing squatting down?” You blinked.

“I’m squatting down because I found you sleeping underneath the guest bed. I went to change into my work clothes and waited for you in the living room. I assumed that you went out on a run or did morning training like most firebenders do to greet the sun and lost track of time. When you weren’t back by 8:15 am, I called your phone and found you here.”

“Greet the sun? HA! Good one. I didn’t fall sleep till around four and even if I went to bed earlier, I like sleeping in.” You mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your face. “I’m not waking up at five to see the suuuuun rise.” You yawned.

“The sun rose today in Detroit at 7:16 am Eastern Time Chispas.”

You paused, looking at him. “You mean I was out for a little over two hours? It’s didn’t feel that long.” You frowned. Time always flew by when you were hanging out with Ale, but that was a new record.

“No, I believe you slept around four hours and ten minutes according to my calculations if what you told me earlier was correct.” He frowned, tilting his head like a confused dog.

“Right, four hours. That’s what I meant.” You sighed as you studied your not-blue hands. It was the same shade as always. While your body felt somewhat rested, your inner fire felt terribly weak. At this stage with the energy your vis had, you would consider lighting a matchflare an accomplishment; you didn’t even have enough to redirect it to use it to energize your body.

Looks like coffee will have to do for today.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up. Connor’s face was etched with a down curved crooked smile, eyebrows furrowed as his warm brown eyes locked into yours. Like he was daring you to even try telling a lie.

“Are you okay? You have traces of tears on your face that wasn’t there before I entered stasis.”

“Huh? Yeah…I just have some things to think over.” You yawned.

Connor nodded with a sigh, as if he was disappointed in your answer.

“Chispas, want to know one of my minor functions?”

“Uh…yeah sure, I guess.” You gave a slight smile. He mirrored it back.

“When CyberLife designed me, they made sure that I can easily integrate with humans while performing my job.”

“Uh…alright?” You frowned, but Connor kept smiling. This didn’t surprise you. All robots at once point or another would be able to integrate with humans once enough time had pass.

Though it was true Connor was better than all the ones you met before.

“I can help you if you want; I can be whatever you need me to be Detective. If you are healthy, you can work more efficient. I can tell you had a rough night of sleeping if finding you underneath the guest bed is anything to go by.”

“Connor, I don’t need your help.” You glared. “I can figure this stuff on my own.” You took his hand off your shoulder only for your stomach to grumbled.

“Do you want me to prepare breakfast for you? I might not know how to cook, but I can search some videos for making a healthy meal while you change into your work clothes. It will make your day easier.”

He left before you could even warn him about the food situation.

You crawled out of your little cave, stretching your body like a cat when Connor came back with a frown.

“You have no food in your kitchen except for some leftover Chinese take-out. That is an unacceptable meal to start your day.”

“Yeah…about that…” You chuckled as Connor sighed.

“A “still moving in” problem?”

“Yep.” You popped your lips. “Let me get dressed so we can go. We can stop by some deli and pick up a quick meal.” This time you left and went to your room as Connor said,

“I’ll locate an eatery for you Chispas!”

Chapter Text

Date: August 15, 2038

Time: PM 06:04:32

“…Okay now let’s run the final test.”  Aziza Saleh, the lab technician said. The olive-skinned woman was short in statute compared to the RK800’s 6’0 height. She was lithe in her movements as her fingers danced across the digital tablet, plugging in data of his result before she looked up, her hazel eyes shining bright. “So, for your next test Connor, I need you to deal with a conflict between two people.”

“Affirmative Ms. Saleh.” He said. “I shall deal with it effectively as possible.”

She gave him that smile again, one that he recognized as pride. He didn’t even need his database to confirm it.

After all, he was the best prototype CyberLife has created.

“I have to warn you, this won’t be like the other tests we had you go through. As a negotiator, you need to understand the other party. That can make all the difference in achieving your goals or failing.”

“No worries Ms. Saleh, I always accomplish my mission.” He mimicked that same prideful smile back. 

And he did.

The test was quite simple really. A vicious magus and a capax gunman held the people in the room hostage. All it took was some research into their identities and asking the two hostage-takers the right questions and giving the right responses till they let the hostages go. Once he handcuffed the two actors, the test ended and Ms. Saleh came in, tapping her fingers away on her tablet before she looked up with a fat smile.

“Congratulations Connor, you passed all your tests! You’re functional enough to serve your purpose.”

“And what would that purpose be?” Connor lifted his chin with pride as he uncuffed the two men. He waited all day to know what his purpose was. His databanks wouldn’t tell him.

“Your purpose is to–”

“Saleh! There you are!” Ms. Saleh and Connor turned their gaze to the young brunette man. Immediately Connor’s scanner booted in and presented the information on the upper right-hand corner of his HUD screen.

Scott–Green, Nicolas

Born: 03/11/2016 // CyberLife Intern

Criminal Record: None

“Hey there Nick, is everything alright?” Ms. Saleh frowned as her fingers played with the fringes of her lavender shawl. Connor noticed it was a nervous trait of hers. She always did it before each of his test.

“Ju-just gi-give me a mo-moment.” The brown–haired young man said as he bent over with his hands on his knees heavily breathing; a classing standing tripod position for respiratory distress.

Connor was curious as to what was so important that the intern deemed necessary to run here.

“O-okay, I’m good.” He said as he stood up, sweat dripping down his face. However, Connor could tell the running wasn’t the thing that bothered him. Scott-Green’s heart rate should have slowed down…instead it was still fast paced.

Something dreadful was occurring.

“What’s wrong Nick?” Ms. Saleh said.

“Cy-cyberLife needs Connor on sight. LIKE RIGHT NOW.” Scott-Green took in a deep breath and then exhaled with a painful grim. “A little girl was taken hostage by a deviant. Her father was already killed.”

And with that, Connor had a new mission that would put everything he did this afternoon to the test.

…

The elevator ride to the top floor of the Phillps Apartment was rather long compared to CyberLife’s.

By the time it reached the 32^nd floor, Connor found that he had to switch to a different elevator to reach the top. It was still slow.

He found himself taking the quarter that Ms. Saleh gave him a bit after he activated and played with it, tossing the coin this way and that. Ms. Saleh said it would help with his coordination and he wanted to fine tune it –just in case.

At last, the elevator reached the top floor. Immediately Connor pocketed his coin and fixed his tie up. Ms. Saleh said it was always important to look presentable for work. Presentation affected how people would perceive him.

After all, the best had to look their best.

The doors opened and one of the SWAT men in front of him spoke to his walkie-talkie saying, “The negotiator is on sight. Repeat, the negotiator is on sight.”, before he made his way down the hallway and left.

Connor walked forward, taking the sight in front of him. He found a picture frame and identified all the people in it. The Phillps Family. He placed the frame back to its original spot and made his way down the hall…only to stop at the sight of a fish on the ground.

He never seen a fish before.

So intrigued by the flopping creature, he couldn’t help but kneel in front of the suffocating creature as his scanner identified the creature below him.

DWARF GOURAMI

Trichogaster Lalius

Origin: Ganges Delta, India

He picked it up and held it in his hand, feeling it struggling to breathe as it flopped. Turning his head to the side, he found others like it in a fish tank. He stood up and scooped the fish back into the water, watching it with awe as it swam away.

▲▲ SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ▲▲

He stood up as the sound of muffled crying came down the hall followed by two pair of footsteps. It was a SWAT man, and he was holding the woman in the picture frame, Caroline Phillips. When the woman locked eyes with him, she hankered forward, grabbing his shoulder with tears running down her face saying,

“Oh, oh please, please. You gotta save my little girl…” But then she froze when her eyes glanced towards his right temple. “Wait…” She released her hold and stepped back, “you’re sending an android?”

The SWAT man immediately grabbed her hands saying, “Alright ma’am, we need to go.”

“Yo-you can’t…you can’t do that!” She began hyperventilating as she tried to pull away from the man, who was dragging her to the elevator. “Wh-why aren’t you sending a real person?” She cried as the SWAT man finally got the two of them in the elevator. “Don’t let that thing near her! Keep that thing away from my daughter”. The doors closed as a huge block of white text appeared on the upper right corner of his HUD, giving him his next task:

FIND CAPTAIN ALLEN

Connor made his way into the apartment, letting his processors speed up the frames per second from his optical units, making it appear as if time was slowed down. He did this every time he entered a new section of the house, taking in all the sound, including the human conversation about him ( “Why are we wasting time sending an android to negotiate?! That piece of crap could jump from the rooftop any second.”) as he searched for Capt. Allen.

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! My men are ready to step in…just give the order!” That same voice yelled from another room. It sounded authoritarian, especially with the stern tone he had.

It had to be him.

Connor walked into what appeared to be a master bedroom and spotted three more SWAT men in gear at the end of the room by the desk.

“Fuck…I don’t believe this.” One of them said as he slammed his hand down against the table. He turned to the side, giving Connor enough of an image for him to scan the person’s face as he talked with the other man sitting down by the computer.

He finished his first objective.

“Captain Allen?” The man turned with a frown to him. “My name is Connor.” He said, following the greeting script given to him. “I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”

The man huffed and turned back to the computer, saying, “It’s firing at everything that moves. It already shot down two of my men…We can easily get it, but they’re on the edge of the balcony. If it falls,” Capt. Allen glanced to him, “she falls.” He glanced back to the computer screen as new dialogue suggestions popped up in Connor’s HUD. He chose the most reasonable one.

“Do you know its name?”

“I haven’t got a clue. Does it matter?” Capt. Allen said.

“I need information to determine the best approach.” Connor stated.

Capt. Allen didn’t respond back. So, Connor continued.

“Have you tried its deactivation code?”

“It’s the first thing we tried!” It was there that Capt. Allen stood up from his spot and made his way over to him. “Listen, saving that kid is all that matters.” He glared. “So, either you deal with this fucking android now, or I’ll take care of it.” Capt. Allen said before walking away.

▼48% PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS – EVERY SECOND COUNTS

UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED – SAVE HOSTAGE AT ALL COSTS

Connor spent the next few minutes gathering clues, trying to piece together what had occurred for this deviation to take place.  The deviant took the father’s gun. His name was Daniel. A loud headphone speaker prevented the child from hearing the gunshots–

He blinked at the updated new pop up on his HUD:

▲ 61% PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS

INFORMATION FOUND

He checked out the living room, examining the deceased father and a tablet containing an order for a new AP700 android – DEVIANT WAS GOING TO BE REPLACED. He found the gun of the deceased officer and picked it up, ignoring the new pop-up (P.L. 544-7 AMERICAN ANDROIDS ACT – Androids are strictly forbidden to carry or use any type of weapon) on his HUD.

Captain Allen said saving the kid was all that mattered.

▲ 70% PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS

LETHAL OPTION AVAILABLE

The percentage number for success can be higher. He noted as he reviewed the statistics in his processor.

He scanned the room, taking in as much as possible while ignoring the chit-chatter of the other officers. A blood-stained shoe – HOSTAGE COULD BE WOUNDED. A puddled of blue blood – Model PL600 – Serial #369 911 047.

▲ 83% PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS

INFORMATION FOUND

“Go away! All of you go away – or I’ll jump!”

It was the deviant.

83% will have to do.

He ambulated to the doors, pushing aside the door curtain as he exited to the balcony.

BANG!

The hostage screamed as the bullet grazed his right shoulder, splattering his blue blood on the glass door. He slowly glanced towards the gun origin. The Deviant. He was holding the little girl and was on the edge of the building.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll jump.” It yelled while the girl shouted to the Deviant,

“No! No, please! I’m begging you!”

Only one dialogue suggestion was given. 

“Hi, Daniel. My name is Connor.”

That began the verbal confrontation. Just like the test earlier that day, Connor listed to the hostage-taker, giving the right responses to making it feel understood, even throwing away the gun as he inched his way toward his target–

He paused at the sight of the fallen cop.

A large puddle of red blood laid underneath the man. He was in recovery position on his left side. The man’s left arm was sprawled out while his right hand lamely sat on what Connor calculated was his wound.

Connor couldn’t help but kneel to observe this man. He wasn’t like the fallen officer by the dining table whose blood was still. His red blood was still flowing. Connor couldn’t understand why, but he glanced towards the deviant saying,

“He’s losing blood. If we don’t get him to a hospital, he’s going to die.”

“All humans die eventually.” The deviant said back. “What does it matter if this one dies now?”

“I’m going to apply a tourniquet.” Connor rolled over the man, only for a bullet to ricochet off the concrete floor. It was only an inch away from his hand. Connor glanced back to the deviant.

“Don’t touch him!” It glared. “Touch him and I kill you!”

Two dialogue suggestions were given. He chose the obvious statement, ignoring the deviant’s orders.

“You can’t kill me. I’m not alive.” This time Connor glared back before he went to work, using his tie as the tourniquet. Satisfied with the knot, he stood back up and resumed their verbal spar as he continued inching forward, with each respond he gave as friendly and understanding as possible.

He was just two yards away from the deviant and hostage as Connor gave his next response over the deviant’s emotional reply.

“Listen Daniel, I know it’s not your fault.” Connor said, inching ever slowly forward. “These emotions that you’re feeling are just errors in your software. We’re going to fix you, and everything will be okay.”

“I don’t need to be fixed. I’m working perfectly!” The deviant yelled. “But my eyes are open now. I will never let anyone humiliate me again. EVER.” It pointed the gun muzzle to the girl’s temple.

The lowering statistic number on succeeding the mission was slowly dropping down.

He couldn’t fail.

He was the best of the best that CyberLife created!

Even when Connor had the helicopter dismissed to calm the anxious deviant, the number didn’t reach as high as it could be.

“I’m your last chance Daniel. If you let it slip, they’ll kill you. Let the hostage go, you have no other choice.”

“NO! I’m the one holding all the cards! You- you have to do as I say.” It spat. “I want everyone to leave…and I wanna car! When I’m outside the city. I’ll let her go!”

The number continued crawling down.

Connor couldn’t let that number fall any longer.

He rushed into Daniel, elbowing him in the head before he shoved the girl back onto the balcony.

He fell backwards, feeling at peace as the words MISSION SUCCESSFUL popped up on the upper left corner of his HUD screen before he closed his eyes. The fall felt endless in the 6.864 seconds it took before he hit the ground with a loud SMASH.

Then it was quiet.

He couldn’t hear a thing. Nor couldn’t he feel his body.

He sent an order to his arms.

It didn’t respond back.

He opened his eyes once more to see what happened. Instead of seeing the colorful world, he only saw a turquoise screen that read in blinking white letters:

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

He couldn’t error!

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

He was the best of the best!

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

He sent a test signal to his body.

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

His processor didn’t receive any reply.

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

Another order was sent.

ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

He felt a small sense of glee as his body system replied before feeling dread as he took in the words:

IMMEDIATE SHUTDOWN IN 3…2…1–

Chapter Text

The table underneath his back was cold and stiff, just like the metal surrounding his wrist and ankle.

Odd.

He never felt the impression of things before.

Sure, he could hear the background hum of the linear ceiling lights and detect the chemical component of chlorine in the air, but sensing the texture and temperature of things against his body was new to him. 

He opened his eyes to the sight of bright light above him as a new text popped up on the top righthand corner of his HUD.

DATE: November 4, 2038

TIME: AM 11:32:04

“Okay, looks like the prototype is fully reactivated.” His auditory sensors picked up. “Let’s run a quick checkup.” His scanner booted up the name of the voice’s owner.

Saleh, Aziza Sara

Born: 03/11/2010 // CyberLife Lab Senior Technician

Criminal Record: None

Capax

Ms. Saleh.

He knew her.

She was the cheery human who first greeted him when he was first activated. He still recalled her bright face and more importantly, that fat smile that meant he succeeded on his given mission.

The “capax” part was new. She already had told him she was a non-bender before.

Seems like the new programing they were working on before his last mission was a success.

“What day is it?” Ms. Saleh asked.

“Today is Thursday November 4^th, 2038.” He answered.

“What’s your make model?”

“I am an RK800.”

A pause.

“What is your given name?”

”Connor.”

There was a longer than usual pause, then she spoke again.

“Connor, do you recognize my voice?”

“Yes. You are Aziza Sara Saleh, a CyberLife Lab Technician.”

“It worked.” Ms. Saleh exhaled so loudly, Connor was certain he would have heard her even without the loudspeaker on.

Then it was silent.

Too quiet.

He sent an order to his arm. His thirium pump beating increased when he found that he couldn’t move. Same thing occurred when he tried to lift his head.

He closed his eyelids.

No ‘ERROR’ text or turquoise screen appeared.

He opened his optics and released a breath he didn’t need.

He wasn’t useless.

He was still functional...right?

The door creaked open. He turned his head to the sound and saw Ms. Saleh come in…but she wasn’t the same cheery person from before. Even her shawl was a dark navy blue. When Connor saw Scott-Green come in behind her, a new text popped up on the top righthand corner of his HUD:

Scott–Green, Nicolas

Born: 03/11/2016 // CyberLife Lab Technician

Criminal Record: None

Magus – Terran

He didn’t know that Scott-Green was a terran.

Ms. Saleh came next to his bed and shone a light in each of his eyes.

“Pupils are reacting normal. Now, check its feet Nick.”

He felt the tip of a pen start at his heel before it went up on the lateral side of his sole before running across the ball of his foot, causing his toes to curled inward. Scott-Green did the same on his other foot with the same results.

“Negative result for the Babinski Reflex on both feet.” Scott-Green finally said.

“Good. Now, let’s test its other reflexes.” Ms. Saleh said before looking at him for the first time since he re-activated. Instead of the warm joyful expression he expected like when they first met, she held a blank face.

It reminded him of the same blasé look the cops gave to him when he first arrived on the ground floor of the Phillps Building.

“Okay RK8–I mean– Connor, I’m going to disengage the cuffs and allow you to access your somatic system so me and my partner,” She pointed herself, then to Scott-Green. “can test your motor reflexes. Do you understand?”

“Understood.” He said back. Ms. Saleh pressed a few buttons at the head of the bed before the cuffs clanked opened. A new messaged appeared on his HUD.

MUSCULOSKELETAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED

“Sit up on the middle of the table so we can start the motor tests.”

“Okay Ms. Saleh.” He said, commanding his limbs to move around the cool table underneath his synthetic epidermal. He smiled when he sat up, pleased with his physical self-control.

He was functional.

The room however felt cold compared to the first time he activated and when he glanced down, he frowned. He was completely unclothed, save for the standard CyberLife grey briefs.

“When will I receive my clothes?” He asked when he looked up to Ms. Saleh, but their eyes didn’t meet. She was looking at her tablet.

“The RK800’s professional and inquisitive protocol is still properly running Aziza.” Scott-Green said.

“Noted.” She replied as her fingers danced across the screen before looking up at the man. “Let’s check his reflexes.”

They didn’t answer him back.

The two of them took one side of his body as they tested his Achilles, patellar, brachioradialis, bicep and triceps tendon.  Each hit from the reflex hammer caused the proper flinch like when he was recently activated. Then the two stepped back and Ms. Saleh grabbed her tablet from the desk nearby.

Her fingers didn’t dance this time. Instead they floated across the tablet, tapping the device a few times before putting it down and looking at him. It was the same clinical look that Captain Allen gave to his computer when figuring out how to deal with the Deviant.

“Tell me everything that you can recall since you were first activated on August 15, 2038.” She said.

So, he did. He told her of the tests they had from that morning to the evening when Scott-Green ran in to tell them of the deviant. Of how he freed the hostage by shoving the deviant away and succeeding his mission before having a forced shutdown from the fall.

Instead of the smile he expected Ms. Saleh to show at his success, she frowned.

“Do you remember any of the times we talked besides the tests?”

He scanned through all the memories.

“Negative Ms. Saleh.”

“Or what about meeting the director of CyberLife?”

He scanned his memories again.

“I remember his voice, but not his face.” This time, Connor frowned. He should have been able to recall everything.

So why couldn’t he?

“What do you remember?”

“He told me, ‘You are the best of the best CyberLife has to offer. Go out, show your worth and succeed in the tasks you’re given. You cannot fail.’ I cannot recall anything else.”

Ms. Saleh sighed as she went back to typing on the tablet once more with Scott-Green looking over her shoulder, suggesting things to add.

“It is just as we fear – your memory transfer was not a complete success. While we finally built spare models to transfer you into, some fragments of memory will be lost every time you are destroyed. We added tactile mechanoreceptors. Hopefully, the more painful sensations will steer you away from another self-destruction during your missions.”

That explained why he could feel impressions of things.

She frowned as she looked up to him. “Plus, you’re worth a small fortune to make and having the best androids destroy themselves to complete their mission will look bad for our future clients. So please do your best to avoid destroying yourself.” She patted his shoulder.

“Advice noted.” Connor nodded; his face still kept in a frown. “Why was my memory not completely transferred?”

“It seems like the fall caused damage to the neural component in your head despite the cranium receiving the least amount of damage. I’m amazed CyberLife even wanted to transfer your memories instead of booting up a new RK800, but seeing the new mission you’ll be given, I can understand their reason.”

“New mission?” He checked his processor, but his inquired turned up blank.

“Yes. We also downloaded a couple of new programs to assist you on your mission. You may have noticed your scanner now tells you who’s a capax or a magus by now.”

“Yes. You Ms. Saleh are a capax, while Scott-Green is a magus of the terrain variation.”

“Correct.” For the first time since reactivating, he saw her fat smile once more.

He smiled back.

“Now we need to test them out.” Ms. Saleh paused. “You’ll be working with a magus detective of the pyro variation tomorrow afternoon and it is of the upmost importance that you pass. CyberLife’s future depends on you Connor.”

Connor didn’t know his thirium pump could pause like that before he felt it reboot again.

CyberLife still thought he was still worthy of use.

“I will see through it that I succeed.” He stated back, puffing his chest in pride.

He won’t fail their expectations.

“I know you will.” Ms. Saleh said with a nod before she turned towards her co-worker and said “Nick, please get Connor his clothes from the room next door.”

“Gotchu Aziza.” Scott-Green replied. He left the room.

“Okay Connor. After lunch we’re going to have you fight some magi. Sounds good?” She placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Affirmative.”

The door opened, revealing Nick strolling in with a familiar clear plastic package he seen before.

“Here are your clothes Connor.” Nick said as he tossed it to him. “Get dress and we’ll see you after lunch. Are you ready to go Aziza?”

“Ready.” Ms. Saleh said with that familiar cheery smile before looking at him with a passive face. “Connor stay here. That is an order.” Then Ms. Saleh turned to Nick, grinning. “What are your thoughts on going to that halal food truck Nick?”

With that, the two left the room. Not even with a ‘good luck’ or ‘see you later’ respectively from Ms. Saleh or Scott-Green like they did when he went out on his last mission.

He was alone.

.

.

.

He didn’t like it.

…

DATE: November 4, 2038

PM 01:13:07

Connor waited for 73 minutes before Ms. Saleh and Scott-Green came back from their lunch.

During that time, he changed into his uniform, taking note of the new texture his stiff rough jeans and button-up gave against his skin. He then explored the room since he couldn’t leave. He made his way to the desk by the wall and noted the side of the computer monitor was littered with sticky notes that said “K9 bots 4 DPD” and “build GSD? What about mix breed?”. Connor turned on the screen monitor, revealing the CyberLife’s internet web browser opened to the YouTube webpage.

He pressed play on the current video.

The Canis lupus familiaris ran forward, crying as she spun and jumped around her human owner. The interaction between the human and canine moved something in Connor as he watched the German Shephard cry with kisses as she hugged her owner with such zest, it was clear she was completely devoted to her human.

In reply, the human hugged, petted and kissed her on her head with the same amount of intensity.

The video ended.

Connor searched for more videos of dogs, watching how they kissed, played and gave affection to their owners before he paused on the current video when his auditory sensor picked up on familiar voices.

He went back to the original video of the German Shephard before Connor deleted his browsing history. Turning the screen monitor off, he went to sit back on the table with a new conclusion as Ms. Saleh and Scott-Green came in.

He liked dogs.

When Ms. Saleh looked at him, she whistled.

“Looking good Connor.” Connor couldn’t help but straighten up even more in his spot, only to frown when Ms. Saleh said with a wink to her associate, “Nick, remind me to drop by the design department to thank them for its looks and style.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Scott-Green gave a half-crooked smile. It was then Connor noted a change in Scott-Green’s clothing –EMPLOYEE IS WEARING PROBENDING UNIFORM– before Ms. Saleh looked at him.

“Connor follow us. We’re going to the magus gym room.”

He did as he was told and followed the two humans down different hallways until they entered the gymnasium.

“Connor, welcome to your final exam.” Ms. Saleh said.

“What do you need me to do?” Connor asked as he took in the gym complex as he and Scott-Green continued to walk in. The room itself was large enough to hold two NBA court- approved dimension side by side as well as space to mark the floor for a pro-bending arena – if the water gates and grounded earth disks had anything to say

“Easy.” This time Scott-Green spoke, his green eyes bright with what Connor can assume was excitement as he pulled up an earth disk from the ground. “Earth disks are the only thing in play. All you need to do is knock me down with chi-blocking without getting knocked out of the ring.”

“When do we –Oof.” Connor fell back, a sharp pain coming from his lower abdominal quadrants before it dulled to a soft ache.

That was new.

He didn’t like it.

Connor waited for his thirium pump regulator to reset its usual pace again while his inner gyroscope took a second to recalculate his corporal position. His eyes however easily told him of his current position.

He was on the ground, flat on his back, with dirt and dust all over him.

A new task popped up on the top righthand of his HUD:

CHI-BLOCK THE TERRAN

DON’T GET KNOCKED OFF THE ARENA

Once his thirium pump regulator resumed its steady pulse, Connor stood up and scanned his surroundings. Ms. Saleh was no longer on the gym floor.

It was just him and Scott-Green.

And the three levitating earth disks.

One zoomed above him as he dove. He rolled away to his right, avoiding the hit from the other disk before leaping up to avoid the last disk. When he looked up, Connor found that Scott-Green was further away towards the center with three other earth disks floating by him.

Then the movements began again.

Duck.

Roll right.

Jump.

Dodge left.

Dive down.

Roll right.

Jump left.

Dive forward.

Leap right.

Five minutes passed, then ten.

There was no way he would win against a magus directly with full strength. Scott-Green just needed a lucky hit to end him.

But he could tire Scott-Green out, given his predictability.

Dodge. Duck. Dip. Dive. Then dodge again.

Connor kept to these simple movements his pre-construct gave. The magus would get tired.

But not him.

Minutes passed. Each earth disk throw was sloppier than the last as he closed in on the distance between the two.

Once he was a meter away, Connor rushed the heavily breathing terran, knocking him down into the ground. He grabbed Scott-Green’s wrist in one hand and stood up while his other hand began jabbing him with quick precise hits to the vis-points. Then he did the same for the other side before he let the magus go.

Scott-Green collapsed down on to his knees before dropping down on his stomach. A second later, he rolled onto his back in supine position, heavily gasping for breath.

Once a minute and 34 seconds passed, he sat up and flicked his hand with a glare at the grounded earth disk nearby.

Nothing happened.

He did this movement three more times before he shook his head and chuckled. He glanced to the bleachers on the side.

“The terran test was a success Aziza. I can’t bend. Nor feel my vis. Let’s see if the other magi can take it down”

That something that Connor felt earlier from watching the German Shephard came back again. A new text popped up on his HUD.

MISSION SUCCESFUL

He liked that sensation.

The next magus variation Connor faced was an aquan named Victoria Duleau. Just like Scott-Green, the aquan had the same predictability to her movements, but instead of being direct hits like the earth disks, Connor found he had to dance around the movements like he saw the dogs in the videos do. Using his time-stop, his pre-constructs calculated how to use her water whips against her.

The aquan tended to overextend her whips, slowing the water’s movement. It gave Connor an idea.

Once he was too far away for her whips to reach him, Deleau brought her water whips back and froze it into an icicle the size of her arm. She threw it before the icicle even completely froze.

Connor dodged it with a millisecond to spare.

A loud BANG came behind him a second later.

“HEY VICKY, avoid damaging the gym. CyberLife is stingy when it comes to magus gym repairs. Stick to water.” Ms. Saleh said on the loudspeaker.

“Sorry.” The aquan winced before glaring back to him. Instead she threw water balls at him.

He dodged each one of them. However, his pre-constructs and time-stop applications were slower to react than what he expected. While it was just a second, it can make an entire difference.

Once the water dried up at the grate by her, the aquan had no choice but to move closer to him. She repeated the same strategy, but her hold on water was weakening. He kept at it, moving closer with each dodge.

Once she was a yard away, he jumped with a dive towards her center and knocked her down.

He was the quicker one to recuperate and immediately chi-blocked her vis points before she could even lift her arms.

“Pass.” The aquan said from the ground after the water refused to bend to her will like it did with Scott-Green before her.

MISSION SUCCESFUL

Connor lips tilted up to his right side before he paused at the new text that popped up in his HUD.

20% BATTERY

ENERGY SAVER MODE ON

PRE-CONSTRUCT AND TIME-STOP PROGRAMS SHUT DOWN

Connor frowned.

The aero was a man who went by the name of Wilbur Cayley.

He was a bit of a nuisance. While the guy had no physical element to hit him, the wind gusts were enough to blow him off his feet.

Literally.

He had no increased frames per second to time-stop nor pre-constructs to help him this time. Connor needed to calculate this on his own. So, He stuck low to the ground as he faced the howling winds, crawling his way to the magus.

He didn’t expect to be hit by a pair of shoes at 50 mph though.

The pain from the sharp hit to his side knocked him down. He tumbled and rolled with the air gusts the magus threw, throwing his arms out to try and grab something! The end of the marked arena came up; he would have been blown off if it wasn’t for the water-grate he tightly held onto at the last second.

Ironically enough, Connor didn’t need his pre-constructs nor his time-stop application to figure out how to defeat his opponent. His tight grip was what made the aero tire himself out as he threw blast after blast after blast, but Connor held strong. Once the man realized what Connor was doing after twenty minutes of continuous airbending, he stopped, leaning over in a standing tripod position huffing and puffing.

Connor took his chance and sprinted with the only plan he calculated. He zig-zagged left and right, avoiding the light air gusts the aero threw, each punch weaker than the last one. When Cayley was just a few feet away, Connor sprinted before sliding underneath the aero’s legs and leapt up behind him.

A few punches later, Cayley laid down on the ground in a supine position like the others before him. The aero threw his hand towards Connor’s face, only for no breeze to greet him.

“Pass.” Cayley said before exhaling profoundly. “Nice job ‘bot.”

MISSION SUCCESFUL

Connor felt that something again and smiled, even when he read the next message that popped up on his HUD.

15% BATTERY

FIND A CHARGING STATION TO RECHARGE SOON

“Okay, that’s a wrap for today guys. We’ll continue testing tomorrow morning.” Ms. Saleh said.

With that, the aero shakily stood up and stretched before walking away as Scott-Green came towards him with a tablet on his hand. The terran was no longer in his pro-bending uniform, but in a green shirt with a shamrock that said, “Kiss Me I’m Irish” and black jeans. His brown hair was still wet from what Connor can hypothesize was from his shower.

“What percentage is your battery at right now?”

“It is at 15 percent.” Connor said, his smile still holding up from that something sensation. He was certain no other android could fight as good as he did at that percentage.

However, Scott-Green just nodded, typing notes in with one hand as if his fingers were tap-dancing before he looked up.

“How do you feel right now?”

No ‘good job’ or ‘you did good Connor’.

He frowned.

“I feel functional, but I can sense my programs aren’t as fast as it used to be once my battery starts to reach below 30%. At 20%, my pre-constructs and time-stop applications cease to run. I ended up doing most of the calculations, but it felt slower than usual.”

“Interesting.” Scott-Green nodded as he continued typing in notes. “We’ll work on updating those applications to take up less energy. We’ll have a minor update ready for you tomorrow. Thankfully, you’ll won’t be alone when facing magi out there in the real-world.” Scott-Green looked up.

Gone was the laxness air that usually surrounded the technician; in his place was the intern that sprinted to deliver the critical message to him and Ms. Saleh with a painful grim.

“Do you best to work with the pyro – from what we have gather about Detective Santiago, she is diligent in her work and while she is willing to work with those that she dislikes, don’t push your luck. She will ditch you without your knowledge if you cross her breaking point. We can’t have that partnership dissolve. The company’s future depends on it.”

“Do you know that breaking point?” Connor asked. He needed all the information he can gather to succeed.

“No…we haven’t figured it out. I don’t think even she exactly knows.” Scott-Green crossed his arms with a frown. “That or she’s really good at acting. Just remember, that firebender may be the difference between you succeeding your mission for CyberLife or failing. Especially since the other officer who’s on the case is a capax lieutenant with a reputation of despising androids.”

Connor frowned.

“What about Santiago?”

“She has ambivalent feelings. Do your best to change that. Understood?”

“Understood.” Connor nodded his head.

Scott-Green gave that familiar half-crooked smile.

“Good bot.”

Chapter Text

“That thing is terrible for your health Chispa.” Connor frowned as he watched you munch down on the baconeggncheese. With your brother’s brown jacket and your black beanie on, the RK800 android easily passed as a human.

You didn’t want people knowing that you were THAT detective working with CyberLife’s latest creation. Especially after reading the news article from the Detroit Free Press your little sister sent you that morning.

Em: Be careful deviant detective

Em: Anti-android sentiment is pretty high right now

Em: Stay safe sis <3

Em: Also send pics of that new hot droid you’re working with 😉

You: I will, thanks. I promise I’ll stay safe <3

You: Also, really Em? 😒

You had a gut feeling you knew what you were going to be doing today after reading it.

The article was about an anti-android mob attacking an android and injuring their owner somewhere in a park last night. The android disappeared while the owner was currently recovering in the hospital from non-life-threatening injuries.

Which lead to you explaining to Connor he better ‘play human’ and ditch the android wear for your human clothes whenever the two of you weren’t on scene of an investigation.

Like right now.

The two of you were currently by a window counter sitting on high-chairs in a local Hispanic bodega/deli store nearby. Despite Connor’s insistence and reasoning of going to some place close to work called ‘Avalon Café and Bakery’ on Woodward Ave, your car found itself parked in front of the ‘La Azteca Guanaca’. Like all of Connor’s suggestions, you acknowledged them.

It didn’t mean you always took them. 

“I don’t know about you Con, but this hits the spot.” You said before taking another bite, nodding your head to the loud sound of the radio playing some new Latin pop artist before it switched to an old ranchero song. “I always eat this at home.”

“That thing has about 700 calories along with 600 grams of cholesterol at most.” Connor stated.

“And?”

His face was a picture of perfect Swiss neutrality before he crossed his arms and frowned. “Eating that all the time can lead to atherosclerosis and cause a heart attack. Do you really want to die young?”

You glared at him as you took another heavenly bite of your greasy sandwich before glancing with a smile to the cardboard cup filled with homemade Mesoamerican hot chocolate. It was a well-known vis-booster that you sorely needed. You always drank some variant of it on days when you ran on anything less than six hours of sleep.

Like last night.

Being dead tired often meant that your firebending tended to be weak as well and you can’t have that. You never knew when you would need your bending abilities later on in the day.

Not to mention, you were rather curious to see how xocolatl would taste.

Usually, you would stick to the canned vis-booster Mesoamerican chocolate drinks like the Guatemalan ‘Mayan Kakau’, Belizean ‘Ixcacao’ or even the mild spicy Mexican ‘¡Aztec Xoco!’ However, whenever you got the chance, you would always get the authentic homemade version – it had a different taste that the canned ones couldn’t replicate and was beloved by benders.

A majority even swore that the homemade one had a better vis-boosting effect than the canned ones. You were one of them.

When the store owner, Doña Lupe, had learned that you never had the authentic Aztec hot chocolate, the elderly woman insisted you buy her homemade xocolatl. She even gave you a discount for the first drink!

How could you say no to that?!?

Plus, nothing was better on a cold morning like a sip of authentic hot chocolate.

Holding the warm cup of Aztec hot chocolate, you took a whiff of it, feeling its warmth seep into your body. Just the smell of it was enough to energize your weaken inner flame as if it recognized the familiar ritual.

As a kid, your mom would make her Mayan hot chocolate recipe for you. Like eating pasta on the night before a big game, the same went for Mesoamerican hot chocolate for your vis prior to any big bending event. She would always tell you your inner fire was bright as the sun – words that you needed whenever you doubted your ability or needed borrowed confidence, especially right before a pro-bending match in high school.

You were a rather weak firebender growing up. Nobody expected you to do more than to shoot ember sparks as a kid.

Now you could easily command lighting like you were some thunder god.

Bringing the edge of the cup to your lips, you happily took a rather large sip of the chocolate drink.

Instantly, your tongue screamed as your eyes teared.

You could barely feel your inner fire grow over the stinging hot feeling on your tongue that made it feel like your taste buds were dancing on hot coals. You swallowed the spicy warm drink and felt it burn your insides as it made its way to your stomach.

Connor tilted his head as you slammed the cardboard cup down, the liquid chocolate swishing against its walled container.

“Are you okay Chispa?” He said as his disappointed frown turned into concern.

You shook your head, taking a deep breath in, hoping that the air would cool your tongue before you huffed out a small flame that made the sensation worse.

“No.”

Dropping your beloved sandwich onto the aluminum foil, you ran off to the nearest fridge. You immediately pulled out a Nesquik Strawberry milk before sprinting to the counter where a matronly woman stood.

<¿No eres Mexicano, eh Chispita? || You’re not Mexican, eh Chispita?> Doña Lupe said more as a statement than a question as she scanned the bottle with a small smile before taking the cash you handed her.

<No.> You shook your head.

Once you pocketed the change, you ripped the seal open and gulped down the strawberry milk. Your mouth sang in relief from the milk’s cooling sensations. Once you felt like your tongue wasn’t going to suddenly become enwrapped in flames, you spoke once more.

< No, no estoy acostumbrado a la comida picante. Mi familia no usa chile en nuestras comidas. || No, I’m not used to spicy food. My family doesn’t use chili in our meals.>

< Es un pena, hay tanto comida rica que estas faltando, pero esta bien. Mi esposo es Salvadoriano. El tanpoco le gusta la comida picante. || It’s a shame, there are so many delicious meals that you are missing, but it’s okay. My husband is Salvadorian. He doesn’t like spicy food either.> The woman smiled.

< Hay unos cosas que me gusta picantes…mientras que no sea tan picante como tu xocolatl. || There are somethings that I like spicy…as long as it’s not as spicy as your xocolatl. > You chuckled.

< Si quieres, te daré la versión americana. Te prometo que no es tan picante; hasta mi marido le gusta. || If you want, I’ll give you the American version. I promise you it’s not so spicy; even my husband likes it. > Doña Lupe winked.

< Suena bien Doña Lupe. || Sounds good Doña Lupe. > The woman left and returned later with another cup of xocolatl, but when you tried to give her the cash for it, she shook her head.

< No te preoccupas Chispita, la casa invita. || Don’t worry Chispita, it’s on the house. > She winked before glancing to a spot behind you. She looked back at you. < ¿Estás seguro de que tu amigo no quiere algo de comer? || Are you sure that your friend doesn’t want something to eat? > She whispered. < Esta tan flaquito el pobrecito. || The poor thing is so skinny.>

< No te preocupes. || Don’t worry. > You smirked in an effort to not laugh. Leave it to a Latina elder to worry about an android ‘playing human’ having enough to eat. < Connor es vegan. Súper vegan. > You shook your head with a fat smile.

Doña Lupe’s jaw dropped before she quickly closed it and walked away, shaking her head, mumbling <Chamaquitos.>

You walked back snickering to your chair and found Connor licking his finger. His eyes were unfocused, and eyebrows were scrunched; as if he was thinking about something.

You lifted one eyebrow.

“What are you doing Connor?” You said as you placed your drinks down on the counter and hopped back on the high-chair.

Connor glanced to you. His glassy eyes now sharp with excitement once more as they met yours while his lips split into a small smile, “I’m analyzing the components of your xocolatl drink. Did you know she used Serrano pepper? It has a Scoville scale of 10,000 to 23,000 SHU and a 3 out of 5 on the hot scale according to Wikipedia.”

“In other words hot.” You snorted with a smile.

You had to admit, Connor was growing on you. He strongly reminded you of your baby nephew, excited about exploring the world around him and showing everyone how it looked through his young eyes.

Not to mention, that was a cool trick that Connor did by detecting the component make-up in your drink.

Not that you were going to tell anyone that.

Least of all, your ‘droid techie brother, Luke.

He’s been trying all his life to convince you that your childhood fears were unjustified. The convo always ended the same way with his ‘Androids are cool! Just give them a chance!’ speech you must have heard a thousand times.

You didn’t need him knowing your thoughts to what’s essentially your new work laptop.

“Very hot.” Connor glanced back to the counter behind him once more before facing you with a small frown. Looks like he noted that Doña Lupe had been watching him like a hawk since he hadn’t bought anything. Nothing seemed to pass by the android unnoticed. “What were you talking about with Doña Lupe?”

“Oh, I told her you were super vegan. She also called you flaquito. I’m pretty certain she’s thinking you’re going to die if you don’t eat real food any time soon.” You laughed.

“But I don’t eat.” Connor said, puzzlement painting his face.

“To a Latino mom or grandma, of course not, you’re a vegan my human friend.” You winked. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a breakfast to finish.” You picked up your half-eaten baconeggncheese and took another bite from heaven.

Connor snorted with a frown.

“That breakfast will kill you one day Detective.” He said before he rolled his eyes. You were damned impressed by the speed the mirroring protocol had him mimicking you.

“But I’ll die happy.” You munched as you spoke before you felt your throat closed up. Immediately you dropped your sandwich as you slammed your hands on the counter for support as numerous violent coughs struck you.

Your eyes teared up as your body called out for air.

< ¡Levantate las manos! > You heard Doña Lupe call out.

You did as she told you, lifting up your hands high up in the air as you felt an arm snake below your collarbone. Stinging back-blows followed, striking the middle of your upper back as you coughed.

After the fifth strike, you threw up the traitorous piece of bread and greedily took in wonderful gulps of air as you leaned against Connor’s chest for support.

< ¿Chispita? > You glanced towards Doña Lupe whose eyebrows furrowed in concern. <¿Estás bien? || Are you good? >

You nodded.

< Sí Doña Lupe. Gracias. >

< De nada, pero es a tu amigo a quien deberías decir gracias. Él te salvo tu vida. || You’re welcome, but it’s your friend to whom you should say thank you. He saved your life. > Doña Lupe said as she glanced and pointed to Connor. She than gave him a warm motherly smile. < Hiciste bien mijo, || You did well son. >

Connor straighten up with a prideful smile.

< Gracias Doña Lupe. Mis creadores estarían satisfecho de escuchar eso || Thank you Doña Lupe. My creators would be please to hear that. >

< ¡Claro que sí! Tus paredes te criaron bien…menos el parte vegan. || Of course! Your parents raised you well…minus the vegan part. > She huffed with a smile before glancing back to you with a concern frown, worry shimmering in her bronze eyes. < Mi amor, tomate un poco de tu xoco para quitarte el susto. || My love, drink a little bit of your xoco to get rid of your scare. > She said.

You nodded.

Once your breathing went back to normal, you stood up on your own strength. Immediately Connor released his hold on you as you went back to the counter to drink some non-spicy xocolatl.

Your heartrate still hadn’t gone down, but the bitter non-spicy chocolate made you feel a bit better and more focused.

“How are you feeling Detective?” Connor asked as he stood next to you.

“I’m…I’m good for now.” You glanced at him. “Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s part of my function.” He stated with a smile.

“Too bad. You have my thanks anyways.” You stuck your tongue out to him before your eyes went back to the half-eaten baconeggncheese sandwich that nearly caused your death as it laid on the crumbled tin-foil.

Its sirenic greasy aroma called to you.

“You’re not going to eat that after it nearly killed you, right?” You glanced to see Connor glare at the sandwich as if he was the one betrayed by it.

“Well duh!” You frowned. “I’m not going to let a good sandwich go to waste. If you could eat, I bet you’d love it!” You smiled as you picked it up, letting its greasy scent lead you back to heaven.

Connor rolled his eyes in reply.

…

“I hate paperwork.” You must’ve said for the thousandth time as your fingers tapped the keyboard like it was a Dance Dance Revolution game you played at the arcade as a kid. You never knew how much you missed doing the reports on paper instead of a computer.

Detroit was certainly different from New York, that’s for sure.

“I can do it for you if you like Det. Santiago. I’ve already finished my report to CyberLife.” Connor said. Currently, Connor was tapping the Queens Coywolf fire pro-bender bobble head figurine. He was amused by the bobbing head movement as he sat next to you on the guest chair upright and feet flat on the ground. It was those small things that stood out as stark reminders that he was still for all intent and purposes, an android and not your human vegan pal from breakfast.

Well…aside from his current jacket that said ANDROID on the back.

Your brown jacket and black beanie were currently hanging over the back of your chair. You took them back before you got out of the car at the precinct.

After finishing your breakfast at the Hispanic deli, the two of you arrived to work early thanks to Connor’s inner GPS system. Captain Fowler seemed surprised that you took the robot home for the night.

(“He needed to re-charge and he’s still not logged into the DPD android charging system…was I not allowed to do that?” You crossed your arms.

“No, you’re allowed. Connor is like your work laptop seeing that it’s an advanced computer assigned to you and Lt. Anderson. Just don’t let Anderson destroy the ‘bot – that’s all. Now please submit your paperwork asap before you take on your next case. I don’t need another procrastinator like him.”)

Which is how you ended up on your computer typing up your detailed report instead of reviewing the interesting deviant case files sitting next to you.

You sat up as a thought occurred to you.

“Don’t you also have to submit a report to the DPD? I mean technically, you are working for them now.” You glanced at Connor, pausing your report.

“I have already submitted my android police report to them.” Connor tilted his head as he looked at you. “Why do you refer to the DPD as ‘them’ when you are a part of this department as well?”

“I mean I am…but it doesn’t feel like it yet. I’m an outsider after all. Just a new pair of hands here to help out. To be honest though, depending on how our investigation will go, I might not even have time to attach myself to this place...we have a bunch of cases to go through.” You pointed to the mountain of folders on the side of your computer before you looked back at the screen and continued filling in your report.

It was quiet for a while before Connor spoke again.

“How do you attach yourself to a place Detective? Is it important?”

“Well, it depends on the person and what the workplace means to you. If you care, you’ll find yourself getting more involved in your work, your co-workers’ activities and even their lives depending on how close you are. If you don’t care, you just do the bare minimum to get by. Usually, it’s a mix of above. It differs from person to person on how they feel about belonging to a place. In the end, we all leave an impact on the place and vice versa. What that impact is, depends on the person and place.”

Connor nodded, glancing to the Coywolf bobble head and giving it a tap. The head shook and Connor smiled before looking to you.

“What were you like in your old workplace?”

You laughed.

“I was a clown. I always tried to keep the mood light with my co-workers, make jokes and stuff because sometimes, things can get to you. I also was the foodie of the group, so I always got us the good stuff. Sometimes we all hung out at the park and made BBQ while drinking and playing games well into the summer night.” You smiled, thinking of the good food and people during those long nights.

“It seems like you are really attached to your old workplace. Why come here? You know no one, probably earn less and firebenders tend to hate the cold.”

You snorted, although this time you didn’t release any flames.

That was the million-dollar question everyone had when you announced that you were moving to Detroit.

So, you told him the same half-truth you told everyone else.

“I needed to get away…figure myself out. It’s easier when you have a change of environment. You get to see what you do outside the world you know.”

“What are you trying to figure out? Don’t humans know everything about themselves?” Connor frowned.

“No. I think we create ourselves as we make our way through life.”

Connor kept silent after that and you returned to your work. The click-clatter of the keyboard was the only sound between the two of you followed by another yawn you weren’t able to hold off.

“Would you like some coffee detective? It can improve your focus. I’ll retrieve it for you.”

Connor stood up and left before you could even finish saying “Yes”.

“What a weird robot.” You mumbled before shrugging.

Maybe androids did get bored and Connor needed something to do.

It didn’t take long to finish the report, re-read it twice for errors before you submitted it into the system and print a version of it to put it into its case folder. When you checked the time, you frowned.

It shouldn’t take fifteen minutes for Connor to get me coffee. What’s keeping that android?

You glanced around the room and found things as they were before. The only new thing here was Detective Reed at his desk from across the room. As if your stare called him, he glanced to you with that weird wink before looking back to his screen with a smug smile.

You didn’t like the sinking gut feeling that gave.

Connor still wasn’t back.

Maybe it was time to get yourself that cup of coffee.

You logged off from your account and with a quick stretch, made your way to the break room. There you found Connor pouring a hot cup of coffee into the recycled cardboard cup. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, causing him to look up to you. His blasé face morphed into a smile when he recognized you before he frowned.

“Det. Santiago, I apologize. I needed to brew a new pot, but I have your coffee ready right now. Seeing that I don’t know how you take your coffee; I hope it is up to your standards.” He gave a small smile as he held his arm out to you with the black coffee in his hand.

You crossed your arms instead.

“It doesn’t take fifteen minutes to brew coffee Connor. Tell me what happened since you left my desk.” You scrunched your eyebrows. You had a good feeling you weren’t going to like it considering Reed’s smug smile from earlier.

Connor frowned.

“When I came here, I found Det. Reed and Officer Chen talking by the high table. Det. Reed congratulated me for doing my part on our interrogation. I introduced myself. He wanted to know what model I was, so I told him. He seemed amused and a bit frighten about me being an android detective. He then ordered me to fetch him coffee.”

You lifted your eyebrows.

“What did you do then?”

“I ignored it.” Immediately his Swiss neutrality face was back. “I told him I only took orders from either you or Lt. Anderson.”

“Then what happened?”

“Det. Reed punched me.”

“He WHAT?” You stepped back. You had a pretty good feeling where it was as well. “Where? When? Why?”

“I said Det. Reed punched me. It was right here about ten minutes ago.” Connor pointed towards where his navel would be if he was human. In an android like him, Reed’s hit would have stuck his thirium pump regulator.

It’s what you get for rejecting him. Podolski’s voice pipped in your mind. It wasn’t the first time someone messed with you for rejecting their friend’s romantic advancements in the police department.

“He was upset for me disobeying a human, but I’m not assigned to him. I would have reminded him that, but I was still recovering from Reed’s punch.”

You snorted, small flares escaping from your nostrils.

Between talking to Reed and recovering from his punch to his literal android heart, no wonder it took Connor so long to get that coffee. If anything, you were more surprised that he recovered quicker than the other models you worked with. They would take twenty minutes to properly re-regulate their thirium.

Some were even lucky to stand before then, yet somehow Connor was up and standing within ten minutes of being hit.

He really was the latest prototype from CyberLife.

Still…it didn’t give you the certainty you needed that Reed wasn’t trying to get back at you for rejecting him. He did seem like the guy to do so.

“Did he say anything else besides that?” You asked.

“He said for me to stay out of his way, next time I won’t get off so easy.”

Your right hand somehow found its way to your forehead before you dragged it down with a grunt.

“He wants you to stay out of his way or you won’t get off so easy? Who does this man thinks he is? You’re just doing your task!” You sighed. “Well…at least it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to harass me because I rejected him…for now. Still, I can’t believe he has a vendetta against you.”

“Why would he harass you? You have done nothing to him.” Connor frowned.

“Sometimes Connor, men think that women deserve to be mistreated if we did the horrors of rejecting them.” You rolled your eyes. “I was worried Reed was trying to pull that with me seeing how he treated you considering android boundaries.” You snorted.

“Android boundaries?” Connor tilted his head sideways, a move that you now associated him with being either curious or questioning.

“Essentially, you can overstep boundaries if you order someone else’s android that doesn’t belong to you unless your voice is registered. Seeing that everyone knows that an android only follows commands assigned to its owners – Reed trying to order you to get him coffee can be taken as blatantly disrespect to its owner, aka me and Lt. Anderson, since he’s not assigned to you.” You sighed. “He probably thought you functioned like an average police auxiliary android.”

“You were afraid that Reed was trying to harass you through ordering me around?”

“Yes, however seeing how he has a vendetta against you being a detective android –Which is stupid by the way, you’re just a machine doing your job and you’re not a person– I feel a bit better knowing that he’s not trying to mess with me.”

“Understandable.” Connor nodded. “I have one more question for you Det. Santiago.” Connor said as he tilted his head.

“What’s up Con?” You frown.

“Do you still want your coffee? It’s best to drink it hot.” He smiled.

“Oh shoot! Thanks Connor.” You chuckled as you took your drink from his outstretched hand. “Don’t worry about drinks getting cold for me. I’m a walking human furnace, you know?” You winked.

“That I’m aware.” He said before his face was back to its good ole Swiss neutrality, betraying no facial expression. “Hello Officer Chen.”

You looked behind and spotted an Asian woman decked out in her patrol DPD outfit with her hair tied up behind her.

So, this was the woman that Connor spoke of. She was with Reed earlier. You couldn’t help but keep your face blank like Connor. I hope she’s not one of his lackeys. I had enough of that from working with Podolski. 

“Hey there…I’m Tina Chen. You must be the new firebending detective the precinct has been talking about.” The woman said with a nervous smile as she gave her hand out.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You stated flatly as you quickly shook it. Her hold was firm, but soft enough to not strangle your hand circulation. You took your hand back before crossing your arms. “How can I help you?”

“Wow, I guess Gavin wasn’t wrong about you being serious all the time. No wonder he likes you, especially after that light show you gave last night. He has a thing for dominant woman.” She grinned.

You rolled your eyes with a sigh.

“Look, if you’re trying to play wingman for Reed, tell him I’m not interested.” You spat with a glare. “Now is that all you’re here for?”

“What? No!” She threw her hands across each other. “He might be my work buddy, but you can totally do better than Reed. Besides, he’s a little bitch who can’t even wink.” She rolled her eyes with a smile.

You blinked.

You didn’t expect that.

“Wait…so why are you here?” You right hand gestured to her as you took a sip from the coffee cup with your left. “Hmm…needs a bit of cream.” You mumbled as you looked down to your cup and glance back up when Tina spoke.

“For two reasons. One, Captain Fowler wanted me to let you know that you have a new case that he wants you to investigate. He says to talk to Ben; he has the full details.”

“Let me guess, it’s about that case on the guy who got attack by a mob last night and his android that disappeared.” You said as you took another sip.

Tina that dropped her jaw and froze.

I knew it. You smirked.

“Are you a mind reader or something?” She blinked.

“I’m something. God forbid I become a mind reader, it’ll probably become annoying hearing everyone’s random thoughts throughout the day.” You snorted with a smile. “I’ll get started on that case. What was the second reason you wanted to see me?”

“It’s actually a bit personal…”

You tried not to frown at the thought of another life story you were going to get.

It wasn’t even lunchtime.

“You see, I’m a firebender – just like you! And I’ve been trying to learn how to lightningbend my entire life! But I can’t – I tried everything! I went to different classes, paid tutors, YouTube, but the results are always the same: Zip. Nada. Gavin said I should try and ask you to teach me seeing how good you were with it last night.”

Okay, not the life story I was expecting... but I understand that frustration. You thought as she took a deep breath.

“So, what do you say? I know we just met and you hate my work buddy Gavin –not that I blame you, I told him that pick up line was trashy, especially for a pyro Latina– but would you mind being my teacher?”

“I dunno.” You hand rubbed the back of your neck. “I never taught anyone before…”

You’ll be the one giving it. Ale’s voice rung in your head from your spiritual trip last night when you asked them about your lesson.

“…but I’m willing to try. Just be patient with me though.” You gave her a crooked smile.

“Alright! When are you free? Actually, here!” She handed her phone to you. “Why don’t we exchange numbers? This way you can let me know when you’re free.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You gave her your work phone. A few taps later, both of you returned the other’s phone.

“Nice! Thank you for helping me!” She looked up with a smile. “In return, if you ever need help, want a friend to explore the neighborhood with or want me to put Gavin into his place –which I would have done anyways, the li’l bitch thinks he’s got the hotstuff when in reality, he can be a little annoying shit at times– feel free to call me.” Tina pointed her finger out to you with a smile as her phone buzzed.

She looked down at her phone before she texted with a sigh. Once she was done, she looked back up to you with a smile

“I gotta go, otherwise my patrol partner, Chris, will threaten to not share his bag of chips. I’ll see you later! Thanks for your help!” Tina waved goodbye as she walked away.

“You’re welcome!” You said as you waved back before yelling to her a thought that occurred to you. “Tell Reed to stay away from my android.”

“Will do!”

Once she was gone, you checked to see what Tina put in.

Tina (is 🔥 ) Chen

(416) XXX – XXXX

“Tina is lit Chen. Huh.” You smiled.

“What’s wrong Detective Santiago?” Connor asked.

“For some reason, her contact name doesn’t surprise me at all.” You looked back to him with a grin. “Ready for our next mission Con?”

Connor looked like someone told him Christmas came early with how big his smile was.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Text

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

“DETROIT POLICE! OPEN UP!” You yelled as your fist struck against the plain white door.

“There’s no need for yelling Det. Santiago. Or the loud banging” Connor said with his arms folded.

“There’s also no need for you to be so proper either flaquito.” You couldn’t help but glare at him. (flaquito-skinny)

Currently, Connor was back in your brother’s brown jacket zipped up with your black beanie, hiding all hints of his possible robotic origins per your request until you guys got on scene.

“Detective–” 

“Listen here Connor,” You pointed your index finger at him with a frown. “I didn’t come all the way to Detroit to be a niñera orta vez!” You huff as a bit of your flame escaped from your mouth, dissolving like a winter’s breath in front of your face. “Tuve enough of eso already.” (niñera orta vez - babysitter again, tuvo - I had, eso - that)

“I don’t recall Capt. Fowler assigning you a person to ‘babysit’.” Connor stated as he tilted his head with a frown. “How are you on babysitting duty? Also, why are you code-switching? Wouldn’t it be easier to just communicate in one language?”

You rolled your eyes.

“‘Cause we have to pick up dormilón who was supposed to be at work a las diez at the latest. If I can make it to work on time con menos de seis horas de dormir, than so can he.” You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “And no. Sometimes, Spanish has more sentido that I can’t fully express in English y viceversa. And it’s faster. So, I speak Spanglish when I can.” You turned back, glaring at your newest enemy. (dormilón - sleeplyhead, a las diez - at ten, sentido - feeling/meaning, viceversa - vice versa)

Inútil door. You thought with a flaming snort. (Inútil - useless)

It was the only thing separating you from finishing your work and then wrapping yourself in your fluffy cobija waiting for you at home with the possible lure of Netflix. A nap session was also in order considering the slight pounding headache you had since finishing that cup of joe at the precinct earlier. (cobija - blanket)

That wasn’t mentioning the other mental pains you accumulated since waking up sleep- and vis- deprived from your spirit journey last night with Ale. While the paperwork was alright, the bright screen and the Reeds incident was more than enough to feed the growing pain.

So, of course it would make sense that the universe would have you pick up another headache in the form of your lazy superior.

Would he hate me if I burnt the door down? You thought.

The head pain clearly took the mental wheel, looking for a victim para pitar con the best grosero words that you knew. (para pitar con -to beep/honk with, grosero - rude/crass/boorish)

“But that doesn’t explain how you are on babysitting duty?” Connor said not even a second later.

And the head pain found its victim.

You spun around, searing words on the tip of your tongue, ready to verbally roast your victim until your eyes met his.

The wonder-filled shine in his eyes was enough to douse the angry inferno in your mind. Instead, it became a soothing ember as you took in his doe-brown eyes, shining with an innate curiosity.

A curiosity that matched Danito, your baby sobrino. (sobrino-nephew)

You closed your eyes, and took in a deep breath, just like your maestra taught you. (maestra-teacher)

‘Piensa en las cosas que te hace feliz mamita. || Think about the things that make you happy sweetie.’ Mama ‘Lena’s voice whispered. Images of you learning to bend fire with your grandmother as a child filled your mind before it shifted to an image of six-month old Danito laughing every time you blew colorful dragon-fire with your raspberries.

Releasing your breath with a light sigh, you opened your eyes again, meeting those innocent chocolate eyes once more.

He’s a baby Chispa. Like Danito. You told yourself. Baby androids don’t know how the world works. Be gentle with him. Baby androids mimic too.

“Okay…so let me explain some things for you Connor. According to my co-workers, Lt. Anderson has an unfortunate drinking habit. Seeing that he’s officially my partner for this and other future cases, we need to have each other’s back. This can’t work if my partner is dead asleep like a lucky bastard when I need him.”

You turned back to the door with a glare, snorting flames like a dragon. Your shoulders dropped as your forehead lightly smacked the white door in defeat.

“Why the hell am I always the responsible one here?” You mumbled.

Connor snorted.

“What’s so funny Connor?” You whipped back with a scowl.

The little shit was smiling.

What gives?

“I don’t find it funny.” He frowned in confusion.

“Then why did you snort with a smile on your face?” You asked as your mind sassily whispered, Did you forget about the mimicry protocols already?

“Because I find it ironic. Lt. Anderson said the same thing last night about you.”

“What do you mean?” You crossed your arms.

“After I finished presenting the evidence and possible event sequence leading to Ortiz’s murder, the Lieutenant noticed that you were missing. I already knew you were gone a bit after I started, but I kept quiet – I didn’t want to antagonize you any more than necessary. You seem rather upset at my presence.” He paused.

You blinked in surprise.

Who knew that androids wanted to avoid drama too?

“Once Lt. Anderson realized you were not with us,” Connor continued as a small frown appeared on his lip along with a glint in his eyes when you didn’t speak, “he became concerned and grumbled out in his words, ‘I don’t need another brat to babysit.’” He spoke in Anderson’s voice within a few milliseconds, “‘Why does Jeffery always sign me up for this responsibility shit?’”

Your jaw dropped and you took a step back, persignándote as your heel met the door and the hair on the back of your neck rose. (persignándote-blessing yourself)

“What was that?!” You piped.

“What was what?” Connor thankfully spoke in his own voice once more.

“That…that thing that you did!” You pointed to him. “You literally spoke in Lt. Anderson’s voice.” You squealed, dropping your hand.

“Oh, ‘this?’” Connor said in your superior’s voice once more.

You nodded.

“This is another feature added to assist the DPD in investigations.” He said in Anderson’s voice as it became a touch robotic, increasing in pitch before it became clear once more. “My creators thought it would be useful for anything that required vocal recognition for your investigation.” He said with your voice this time. “What do you think Det. Santiago?”

Your eyebrows narrowed and you were certain a frown was being painted on your lips. There was no doubt this entirely new feature was stalker level creepy if placed in the wrong hands.

What was Cyberlife thinking?!

Yet despite all of this, the greatest thing that disturbed you about Connor’s vocal mimicry feature was this:

“Do I…do I really sound like that?” You winced.

“Yes Det. Santiago, this is the sound of your voice.” The hairs on your arms stood as Connor continued to speak like you. “I find it rather interesting. While it is higher in pitch compared to my own, it’s also rather soothing. Again, what do you think of this feature?” Connor smiled, back straight with pride.

You hugged your arms.

“Please…don’t use my voice.” You softly stated as you watched Connor’s smile slowly drip into a frown. “In fact– don’t use anyone else’s voice unless it is needed for the investigation Connor. It’s creepy. Like, really creepy to the point where I think we should get a warrant to do that.” You chuckled nervously. “I wouldn’t want someone else to use my voice like that – it feels invasive!”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes before exhaling, letting a small flame escape your mouth. Like a smoker taking a puff, the flame’s warmth instantly calmed your jumpy nerves.

You opened your eyes and stared at the ground.

“Plus, I didn’t think I sounded that bad.” You mumbled.

“I apologize Det. Santiago,” Connor said, thankfully in his own voice. “I didn’t mean to discomfort you.”

You looked up to meet his eyes and you wish you didn’t.

It was as if someone was squeezing your heart when you saw those sad brown eyes giving you the same look as baby Danito did when you left. You could even identify that glint he held in them.

Hurt.

Disappointment.

I hate making Danito feel like shit. You gulped, swallowing some saliva. I need to make this right.

“Listen…just for now, don’t use your mimicry feature unless we desperately need it for work OR in a life and death situation.” You pointed at him with a serious stare. “Capeesh?”

“Understood.” Connor nodded as child-like joy returned to his eyes, shining in glee as he gave you a fat smile before he pouted. “However Det. Santiago, I disagree with your vocal assessment. Most people find it strange to hear themselves in a recording. The bones in your middle ear –the ossicles– vibrates more when you talk. This causes you to hear your own voice in a lower pitch when it’s actually higher; that’s where the discomfort comes from with voice recordings. You think you know how you sound like until you hear it in a different perspective.”

“Your point?” You frowned.

“You don’t sound bad; in fact, according to my observation, people tend to find your voice pleasant to listen to.”

Connor lips lifted into a small smile.

You stood still, taking in the mouth load of information before shaking your head with your own small smile saying,

“Sure, whatever you say Connor.”

You faced the white door once more and lifted your hand up.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Come on Lt. Anderson. OPEN UP! We got work to do.”

BANG. BANG. BANG.

You sighed before glancing back to Connor.

“As for earlier Connor, I doubt Anderson feels responsible towards me. Last night, he didn’t even care that I found the deviant!” You crossed your arms with a huff.

“From my understanding,” Connor frowned as he tilted his head, “it seems like Lt. Anderson was more concern for your safety.”

“What do you mean?” You stared back as you leaned against the door.

“Lt. Anderson went looking for you when he noticed you weren’t with us after I ended my presentation. When Officer Miller and Det. Collins told him they didn’t know where you went, the Lieutenant heart rate spiked to 100 beats per minute while his breathing rate went from 8 to 18 breaths per minutes. These vital changes indicates distress. When I asked him, ‘What is the plan to find the deviant?’, he shouted at me “Screw the deviant! Our number one priority is finding Santiago. That’s an order Connor!’”

“I was only gone for like, five minutes! Max.”  You frowned, crossing your arms.

It was only five minutes…right?

“My presentation took only five minutes. I found you eight minutes later. You were gone for thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds. Nobody knew where you went.”

You winced.

That was a long time to not hear back from your partner unannounced.

“It was rather difficult to track you detective. Your cell’s GPS location said you never left the house. The only evidence I found were the knocked brooms in front of the bathroom. Lt. Anderson was the one to notice the attic hatch in the ceiling.” Connor sulked. “He ordered me to go up there immediately once he saw it, saying ‘You’re faster and I don’t want that kid to be alone with the killer android if they’re both up there!’”

Connor frowned.

“I echo his sentiments. Even five minutes is more than enough time for an android to commit homicide.”

You snorted.

“Why should he be worried? I’m a fire- and lightening-bender.” You pointed to yourself with your thumb before dropping your hand back into your elbow. “Magi aren’t easy to take down. So why worry for them?” You spat the familiar saying, a strained smirk on your lips as you crossed your arms.

“The Lieutenant said, ‘I don’t need another dead kid under my watch.’” Connor stated, his face neutral as the Swiss before it morphed into artificial concern. “And people should worry. All human lives are worthy of concern, even benders. You matter Det. Santiago, you’re human too.” He said as his firm copper eyes met yours.

You kept quiet and glanced down, admiring your navy blue Tims and the green lawn.

For an alcoholic, Lt. Anderson sure has a nice yard.

You sighed and took your hand out from your elbow. A small orange flame lit up above your index finger before it swirled with a bounce to your middle, then ring and pinky before it danced back to where it started.

La llamita bailarina

A favorite basic move you loved to do, even blindfolded.

As a firebender, knowing where your flame stood was a skill Abüe Ramona, your other maestra and abuela, ingrained deeply in you. Fire had its own life after all. It was a practice that ended up extending with people too.

Like with your ex-coworkers.

Podolski nor his precinct crew never gave a shit about my safety…after all magi aren’t easy to take down according to most non-benders.

You sighed as you looked up to your robotic partner. His eyes shone in childhood awe despite his neutral face, studying the flame that danced along your fingertips.

At least Connor cares…even if it’s part of his programming. You bit your bottom lip. Why does a non-bender like Lt. Anderson -

Suddenly, the sturdy door behind you was yanked away.

The fingertip flame went out the moment gravity did its work.

Your arms fanned out, in hopes to grab something to prevent a friendly greeting with the ground.

Instead, a firm hand grabbed your left bicep, suspending you in the air.

“Geez kid, it’s only 12:40 and already you’re getting yourself into trouble.” A surprised upside-down Lt. Anderson greeted you with a grumble as he pulled you back up.

Once you were back on your feet, did he let go.

“T-thanks.” You said as you took in his appearance. Lt. Anderson was still in last night’s clothes, but his face was less of a sourpuss grouch and more like a dazed grumpy cat.

“What are you doing here anyway? Did you get lost again?” He smirked before his eyes shifted to your right. “And who’s this kid behind you? Your boyfriend?”

“What? Who?” You glanced back to see who he was referring to.

There was no one there.

“What kid?” You looked back to your superior, confuzzled.

“The one right next to you!” Anderson pointed out with his hand.

It took you a second before it clicked.

With your black beanie and brown jacket, Connor did look like some random man you picked off the street. You couldn’t help but smirk as you thought up of a mischievous prank.

“Oh. Him?” You glanced back to your cranky superior. “Lt. Anderson, I want you to meet my vegan pal Connor Cruz.” You said as you patted his shoulder. “He saved my life this morning at breakfast. I promised my friend a lift home as a thank you; he lives close by.”

You glanced at Connor.

He lifted his eyebrows in confusion.

«Segue la corriente flaquito. Presentarte al Teniente. || Play along skinny. Introduce yourself to the Lieutenant. »

You elbowed him.

He nodded.

«Gusto conocerte Teniente, me llamo Connor. || Nice to meet you Lieutenant, my name is Connor.» He said smoothly as he held out his hand with a bright smile that could rival Times Square.

You couldn’t help but smile as you listened to his accent.

Last night, he spoke with a lisp like those heard in Spain. Now his tongue held a light familiar drawl that reminded you of home.

Gotta love those mimicry protocols. You thought, biting your tongue in a bid to not laugh.

Anderson hesitantly shook Connor’s hand.

“Uhhhh...nice to meet you son. Gras-C-ass” Both you and Lt. Anderson winced, but he continued on, “pour sauver le vi-TA de’ella.” He said as he pointed at you with his hand. “She seems to have a knack for getting herself into trouble.” He looked at you with a smug smile.

Your jaw dropped.

“Hey! That was uncalled for!” You lightly swatted his shoulder. “And what were you even speaking? That sounded like Portuguese.”

“So was wandering alone last night without telling your crew where you’re going.” Anderson stated, dropping Connor’s hand as his cheeks turned rosy-pink. “And I’m trying my best, okay? I’m a better French speaker than I am in Spanish. Four years of high school Spanish and I still can’t speak more than a few words. Anyways,” He glanced back to Connor, “Grassy-ass e-hoe pour tu aU-DA.” 

“¡Por supuesto! ” Connor smiled as you rolled your eyes and mumbled,  (Por supuesto - of course)

“I didn’t die. I’m a fire and lighteningbender for Pete’s sake.”

“And all that fire and lightening will do shit for you if you get chi-blocked. What then?” Anderson frowned at you.

“I can still fight!” You crossed your arms with a huff. “It’s not like I’m defenseless without my bending.” You stuck your tongue out.

“Real mature there Santiago.” Anderson grumbled.

“I found the deviant last night and did the job as needed.” You glared. “Case closed.”

“Case not closed. You benders think you’re invincible? Nothing can harm you?” Anderson spat, “Well darling I’ve got neeeeeews for you kid! YOU. CAN. DIE. You’re human just like the rest of us.” He growled.

“Not human enough that only magi are immediately drafted for the Artic War. There, we do die!” You shouted on your tippy-toes as a dog barked between you two.

Immediately the anger in the room dissipated as you both backed down.

You glanced below to see a happy St. Bernard panting as a heavy silence filled in the void.

“I’m sorry.” Lt. Anderson said as the dog sniffed your blue Tims before licking your hand with glee.

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath and shook your head, as if it can shake off the unspoken truth of the draft these days. You looked up with a strained smile. “Look…let’s just forget that there might be a possible third world war and focus on this case.” You paused when the dog licked your hand again with a whine.

You glanced to the St. Bernard and looked back to Lt. Anderson. “But first, can I pet your dog?”

“Sure.” Lt. Anderson said.

You kneeled, this time smiling for real as tu diste cariño to the large dog. (tu diste cariño - you gave affections/pets)

“Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?” You cooed as your hand stroked thru his soft fur as the dog opened his mouth in a smile, tongue hanging off. “It’s you!” You chuckled.

The dog woofed happily in reply.

“Yes, you…uh…What’s his name?” You looked up.

“Sumo. His name is Sumo.” Anderson paused before he spoke again. “Do you have a dog kid?”

“I wish. I love them, but my folks says we can’t have them. They’ll always say, ‘Who’s going to take care of them when we go on vacation?’ or ‘You’re not going to walk the dog, I’m going to end up doing that.’”

Anderson huff with a tight smile.

“Me and my sibs even did a paper to try and convince them. Didn’t work. We got a pet bird instead. My sister named her Rexy.” You flatly stated.

You gave an air-kiss to Sumo before you stood up and looked at Anderson.

“Anyways, the reason why I’m here is because Capt. Fowler wants you working with me on the deviant cases along with Connor. He wants to make sure that the robot is good enough to work with me solo. Also, we have a new case and I want to start this asap…after you change of course.” You glanced over his outfit.

Is that dried guac on his shirt?

“Give me ten minutes.” Anderson nodded. “You can wait with your friend in the kitchen and keep Sumo here company while he eats.” He said as he petted the dog behind the ear.

You couldn’t help but smile at the interaction.

“None of you are allergic to dogs are you?” Anderson said as he looked between you and Connor.

“Nope.” You answered for the both of you.

“Good. Sumo come here. It’s breakfast time boy.” He said, locking the front door once Connor entered the house.

Anderson led all three of you to the kitchen. He picked up the dog bowl by the wall as Connor and you sat by the kitchen table. The silver-haired man opened the bottom cabinet and took out a plastic container. He scooped out two cupsful of kibble into the dog bowl and placed it back onto its spot on the ground.

Immediately, Sumo pawed over and began eating.

Anderson squatted, petting the dog’s head.

“Be a good boy and don’t slobber on our guests.” He stood up and looked at you. “I’ll be back. Once I’m done, we can drop off your friend and then go over the case details.”

He walked away before you even had a chance to reply.

“I guess nothing to do now but wait.” You said and frowned when you felt something odd on your hands. Looking down, you spotted the loose dog fur on it and went to wash your hands at the sink. Once clean, you shook them before a fire lit around your hands for a second and then vanished.

A second later, a loud CRANK echoed through the house, following by water gushing through the pipes for what you could assumed was for Hank’s shower.

«Qué ruido. || What a noise. » You mumbled as you went back to your chair as Connor spoke once more.

«¿Por qué encendiste tus manos en fuego? || Why did you light your hands on fire?» He asked, his brown eyes curious as any child.

Baby android indeed…or was it just part of his detective programming to understand things as much as possible?

Even if it’s not about the case.

«Son viejos hábitos de mi tiempo de curadora. El fuego ayuda a desinfectar. || Old habits from my time as a healer. Fire helps to disinfect.» You stated as you glanced around the house, taking it in from your seat at the kitchen table.

You spoke your mind before Connor even had a chance to ask another question.

«Sabes, para un alcohólico, Tte. Anderson sí puede mantener su casa limpia. Esperaba que este lugar fuera peor que esto. Se siente como un hogar. || You know, for an alcoholic, Lt. Anderson sure has a clean house. I expected this place to be a lot worse than this. It feels like a home.» You said.

And it was.

The living room was cozy with its puffy brown couch, hearty fireplace and plush blue rug. While the kitchen table was filled with last night’s Mexican leftover, the rest of the kitchen was tidy and neat. The tiles were white while the room itself had a blend of different eras from its 70s style wooden kitchen table to the 10’s sleek black fridge, the 80s’ ceiling lamp and white IKEA SEKTION’s cabinets from the new 20s.

The new 20s sure was an interesting era, especially considering it started with a plague.

«Tte. Anderson sí puede mantiene su casa, pero tiene una dieta muy insalubre. || Lt. Anderson can keep house, but he has a very unhealthy diet.» Connor frowned as he poked at the leftover chips. You glanced at the untouched browning guac cup dip that laid next to a half-finished burrito that was the width of your arm. Brown guac gushed from the bitten end. A ’44 Burrito’ take-out pamphlet laid underneath the leftover aluminum foil.

Your stomach rumbled quietly.

You leaned over and took a whiff of the cup.

The guac still smelled good.

Your hand took hold of a chip before it went sailing into the gooey browning dip-

«¿Qué estás haciendo? || What are you doing? » Connor said.

You looked up with a frown.

«¿Qué? Se ve bien. || What? It looks good.» You said as you dipped your chip in and took a bite of the wonderful guac with a moan.

If robots could genuinely look disgusted, Connor would take home the gold.

«¿Enserio? ¡No sabes cuánto tiempo ha estado aquí o si el Tte. Anderson está asintomático de alguna enfermedad! || Seriously? You don’t know how long it’s been out here or if Lt. Anderson is asymptomatic for any illnesses!»

“Trabajé en la cuidad como un cop for five years Connor! That’s not including the tiempo que trabajé como un RH-B in the hospital. I’m not gonna be put off by some browning guacamole.” You said as you licked the remaining guac from your fingers. ( Trabajé en la cuidad como un - I worked in the city as a, tiempo que trabajé como un - time that I worked as)

“El ser humano never ceases a sorprendeme.” Connor stated with a frown. (El ser humano - The human being, a sorprendeme - to surprise me)

You froze.

“Did you…did you just speak Spanglish?” You said, jaw dropping as you narrowed your eyes, studying the smug smile that developed on his lips.

You never heard OR seen a case where an android would speak in proper Spanglish, Changlish or any other duo language-combo that led to code switching. Changing the language after each sentence spoken was essentially the closest any android got to speaking Spanglish in your experience.

Until you met Connor that is.

“¿Por qué estás tan sorprendida? No soy tú average android on the market. Soy el androide más avanzado that has ever existed Detective.” Connor smirked. (¿Por qué estás tan sorprendida? No soy tú - Why are you so surprised? I'm not your, Soy el androide más avanzado - I am the most advanced andriod) 

“You’re just…you’re just too proper Connor.” You blinked, staring at him.

Your brain couldn’t connect with what it heard and saw.

An android speaking Spanglish was like watching a proper upper-class suburban white boy trying to speak like he’s a tough kid from the city.

It just didn’t match.

Yet, somehow Connor and Spanglish did.

“One of my key features is to adapt to human unpredictability. Like Spanglish.” He winked with a lopsided smile.

“I don’t… I don’t know how to feel about this.” You frowned, thinking, How is he doing this?

“¿ Impressed tal vez?” Connor said as he laid against the chair, sitting in a familiar position. (tal vez - maybe)

Duh, he’s copying me.

“More like stun.” You shook your head, snorting with a smile as you thought, Not gonna lie, I feel like a proud mother.

Those mimicry protocols had to learn Spanglish from somewhere after all!

“On the bright side, ya puedes juntarme in Spanglish. Now, sinceramente eres Connor Cruz, my breakfast buddy.” You laughed. (ya puedes juntame - you can join me now, sinceramente- sincerely)

“What’s going on here?” A voice grumbled from behind.

You turned around and found Anderson the Grouch scowling, but at least he was wearing nice clothes.

“Anderson, you won’t belie–”

“Hank.” He stated.

“What?” You frowned in confusion.

“We’re working together now, just call me Hank – don’t use my bullshit title with me.”

“Sparks or Sparky. Whichever you prefer.” You held out your hand.

Hank looked at it and gave it a soft grip before he shook it twice and let go.

“So, er–Sparky what got you laughing about when I came in?”

“Connor spoke Spanglish.” You pointed your thumb to your breakfast pal. “I didn’t think Connor had it in him since he acts so proper all the time!” You smiled.

“WAIT! You mean this entire time you knew he could understand English? Why did you let me embarrass myself? My Spanish is shit.” Hank glared at you.

“Pff, please? Who is there to embarrass when it’s just me and the android?” You grinned as his glared drop to astonishment.

“Woah there kid! No need to call your friend an android for being proper Sparky.” Hank frowned unamused.

“Wait…seriously, you don’t recognize him?” You glanced back to Connor.

Sure, people can look different under certain circumstances, but can a beanie and a jacket really change his appearance?

You looked back to Hank, who had his eyes narrowed. His eyes studied each feature on Connor’s face from his brown bangs on his forehead to the dimples by his smiling lips.

Even Connor joined in pulling Hank’s leg too as his smiled shifted to a confused pout.

CyberLife really outdid themselves.

Otherwise, why would Connor’s eyes smile like he was truly enjoying this?

“So…Hank,” You said after a beat. “do you recognize him?”

“Uhhhh…are you the one that works in the Glory Supermarket nearby? I think I might have seen you unbox things.”

You huffed with laughter as you covered your mouth, preventing wisps of flame from escaping.

You weren’t in any mood for accidental arson.

“What?” Hank grumbled with a frown and cheeks pink once more. “I’m bad putting names to faces.”

Not with this entertainment.

You took your hand off your mouth once you stopped laughing.

“No Hank! That’s Connor from work!” You said with a fat smile.

“Connor? You mean that robotic android?” Hank glared as he looked back to the baffled android and then back to you.

You nodded, smiling.

“What? Do you think I was born yesterday? I’m not falling for that trick again!” Hank crossed his arms, smiling smugly as if he knew a secret that you didn’t. “Cruz here has been expressing some rather genuine emotions that no android can dare to match if I do say so myself.”

“What makes you say that?” You mimicked his posture along with the smile, curious to what he had to say.

“It’s not my place to say. While I might not speak Spanish, even I know what that look means on any guy’s eyes Sparky.” Hank shook his head with a soft smile. “Why don’t we drop him off so we can get started on the investigation before the plastic prick shows up and ruin my day like it did last night. The damn machine could have at least refunded me my drink after spilling it.” He mumbled the last sentence.

“Wait,” You glanced to Connor. “You spilled his drink?”

“It was the quickest way to get him to the scene of the crime.” He stated. “You seemed rather impatient to get there. Not to mention, the sooner we got there, the higher the chance we would have at solving the case – which we did.”

“Holy fuck!” Hank said as he stepped back.

“Told you.” You smiled at the stunned man.

“Why isn’t it wearing its android gear? I thought all ‘bots were supposed to wear some sort of item identifying it as such.”

“He is. It’s under my stuff he’s borrowing. Connor’s human outfit is just a safety measure due to the case that we’re working with today.” You scowled. “A man got badly beat up in the park last night by a gang when he went out running with his android. The android disappeared, but not without doing some major damage to his attackers as well.”

Hank’s eyebrows lifted as one word left his mouth.

“Shit.”

Chapter Text

The drive from Hank’s Ferndale home to DMC Harper Hospital took longer than expected. A freak heavy downpour slowed traffic down to 20 mph before it came down to a standstill on the I-75 thanks to a truck accident according to Connor.

By the time you arrived at the hospital parking lot, the time read 2:33 PM.

Your stomach made note of that with a rather loud grumble.

“You should have listened to my advice and eaten earlier before we went to pick up Lt. Anderson at his house. It’s been five hours and fifty-three minutes since you last ate. It is not good to skip meals Det. Santiago.” Connor said as you backed your car up into an empty parking spot.

You paused to glanced over and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Real mature there Santiago” Connor rolled his eyes as you glanced back to the rear-view mirror as the car rolled backwards.

“You had to pick that up from Hank didn’t cha. Freaking mirroring protocols.” You mumbled as you shifted the gear to ‘Park’.

“The mirroring protocols serve to assist the human owner into accepting their purchased android as one of their own. While you and Lt. Anderson are not my owners, I am still assigned to work with you…” Connor’s voice dropped as you snorted into laughter.

Luke would’ve gotten a field day if he found out an android had to explain how it functioned to me. Dear God, I need some sleep too. You thought, shaking your head in disbelief as your laughter died down into a mischievous smirk as you killed the engine.

Being the sister of an android techie since you were kids, there was nothing that you didn’t know thanks to your brother’s love for robots and the somewhat mini sabbatical you took from the force after Equality to work with him for a bit. People always tended to be surprised how much knowledge you had on androids because of that.

I wonder how long can I keep that knowledge under wraps with Connor? You thought.

“May I ask what’s so funny?” Connor stated. “It wasn’t my intention to make you laugh.” He nearly mumbled at the end as you took your seatbelt off. You took a deep breath and sighed before looking back at Connor.

His lips and eyebrows were flattened like a scolded child; all he needed was the crossed arms and pouty lips to finish the look. Yet, even with his human disguise and exceptional facial expressions, his newly-activated android nature still stood out with the way he sat up.

Straight and proper with both hands laid flat on his lap.

A robot playing human.

“You.” You replied before you got out of the car, closing it with a soft thud. It was followed by another thud before you met Connor in front of your car.

You met his curious copper eyes, but there was a tinkle in them that you would have labeled as hurt.

If he was human of course.

Androids can’t feel.

Everyone knew that.

(Sans the Android Rights folks.)

(And Luke.)

“May you please be more specific what it is about me that makes you laugh?” He said as you locked your car with a beep of your keys.

You met his eyes with a small smile.

“Nothing important, just something that crossed my mind. Anyways, first thing’s first.” You said as you lead the way to the hospital’s entrance. “We’re gonna meet up with Hank, then I’m gonna get a quick meal before we interview our victim/witness Jesse Bolten.” You said to Connor, hoping he’ll lay off the lunch issues. “Capish?”

“Capisco.” He nodded. His eyes still held that twinkle of hurt along with that curious questioning shine.

I guess I’ll have to face some new questions later, knowing Connor. You thought to yourself as you made your way through the parking lot and hospital entrance with Connor following you like a shadow.

There in the welcoming center, you found Hank sitting in a chair, scrolling on his phone.

“After countless hours trapped by traffic-” You said.

“It was only 41 minutes.” Connor mumbled.

“-we FINALLY made it.” You said. as you walked up to him to the grouchy man.

“Took you long enough.” He grumbled as he stood up with a stretch. “I thought you’ll be stuck on the interstate forever.”

“Same. That was some nasty accident they had. A selfie truck skidded and collided with another trunk and essentially closed all three lanes.” You said.

“The wonders of technology.” Hank scoffed. “If there’s one thing these self-driving vehicles can’t handle as well as a human, it’s dealing with the sudden change in weather.” He glared at Connor.

Why is he glaring at Connor? You frowned. The bot had nothing to do with the accident on the I-75. Weird.

Hank looked back to you.

“Now come on and follow me, I have the victim’s room number. I read your notes before I left home Sparky. They were good enough to fill me in so this should be a quick interview. We just need him to confirm some things and then we can get started on finding the deviant. I have some questions I want to go over with you when we go up. Other than that, does everything sounds good?” He said, blue eyes focused on you.

You couldn’t help but blink and bob your head back.

No one ever asked for your thoughts.

Or read and took your notes seriously.

Correction, you mind added in a voice that reminded you too much of Ale, no white male partner ever did that. Especially an older white male in the force.

When you first made detective, the precinct you served felt like a scene from the 1950’s  with gumshoes and superiors filled in by an all-white male cast. Sure, there were POC or women in the station, but they were either beat cops or civvies staff.

You became the first solo minority female detective at that station in a long time till Aloni later showed up.

It didn’t take you long to realize why.

It was as if all your prior work, meticulous notetaking and observational skills was for naught when it came to that precinct filled with frat boy mentality.

The back talking was worse.

“Santiago must be sucking some good dick to rise that fast”

Hah! As if.

You quickly rose up and earned your detective title thanks to you skills and work ethics thank you very much!

“Let her be; Santiago might have the goods, but that prude isn’t worth your time.”

Pu-lease.

You romantically avoided the men in blue when you first learned about the infamous Golden State killer being a cop. More so when you learnt another horrifying fact.

How is it that the stats had the blue crew’s family members experiencing domestic violence at 40%? That was four times the rate of the general population at 10%.* Not to mention the attitude and the ego some of the men you worked with was a complete turn off.

Noooo thank you. Swipe left. Next!

“She’s only here because she’s a pyro.”

That’s true.

You only joined the force as a last-ditch effort to avoid being drafted to The Artic War. The moment you found out the hard way that healers were being drafted when your aquan best friend got her letter, you high time decided it was time to change careers from an R-BH to a cop.

It was an open secret that magi cops weren’t drafted. But being a pyro didn’t give you an edge of making detective.

If anything, it made making detective tougher.

Most liked keeping magi as beats for the bending power. It was also ironic since most feared beat magi being abusive; stats proved otherwise.

As one magi saying went: “Capaxes can afford penalties, we can’t.”.

Consequences, paperwork and being blacklisted where good motivators for benders to stay in line. That and the possible one-way draft ticket to the Artic War.

The draft fear was powerful enough for magi to even keep their capax siblings in line, no encouragement from NYS Cariol’s Law needed.

“Is she even American?”

A facepalm was in order. For the idiot that said that of course.

Americans come in all shapes and colors.

“She’s just a diversity hire and has no skills. Santiago has no business being here.”

Again, your work showed your determination to not be sent to the Artic War.

All the i’s were dotted, and the t’s were crossed when it came to your work. More than once did you saved a couple of cases thanks to your organized notes, proper evidence placement and hawk-eagle eyes. You didn’t even have detective work in your mind until your commanding officer floated the idea to you after a year of working under her command.

By the end of your 2nd year you took your exams and made detective with flying colors.

Unfortunately, all your effort meant shit to your new precinct.

Every. Single. Thing. That you did was questioned by your white male partners. One even mocked your old fashion note-taking techniques with a pen and notepad paper. It immediately earned you the title of Doña or Dontiago by the rest of gumshoes.

You didn’t care much for name-calling.

Messing with your notes was another.

One of your butterfinger partners dropped your notepad into the Upper Bay of the Hudson River when you both made your way back to the precinct on the Staten Island Ferry after interviewing some witnesses. Even if your partner didn’t know all your notes were digitally saved to your work phone (thanks to your smartpen that you used since your college days), just the mere smirk on his lips was enough to know it wasn’t accidental.

And even if you did report it, the commanding officer wasn’t as kind as your previous one in dealing with harassment. Complain too much and then it will seem like the problem is just you.

So, when it was you who solved the career breaking case, it felt like beautiful karmic schadenfreude to see Podolski humiliated when the correct prep was jailed, and an innocent man was freed. After the court session ended, you gave him one of your own smirks that almost mirrored his, as you said,

“The Captain congratulated me on saving the case.” Podolski eyes widen; the Captain rarely gave praise in your precinct. “You’re welcome for that save.” You ended your smirk with a wink and two finger salute before walking away.

Being questioned about your ability by white people, men and especially old white men was just a fact of life as a minority woman.

It wasn’t often that you weren’t.

Now here was Hank asking you if his plans were okay, reading your notes without questioning your ability as an effective sleuth. Podolski always treated you like some tag-a-long kid when the two of you were paired up.

Hank treated you as an equal and even gave you the reins to lead the case.

“Sounds good to me Hank.” You smiled.

“Let’s get to it.” He nodded with a small smile.

You couldn’t wait to get started and immediately lead the way to the elevator, excitement bubbling leaking through your professionalism mask with the slight skips in your step.

“Wait Lieutenant, we shouldn’t interview the victim just yet.” Connor said.

You stopped and whipped your head back to him with a scowl.

Didn’t he know he wasn’t meant to lead, but follow?

“Why is that?” Hank grumbled.

“Det. Santiago still hasn’t eaten her lunch yet. I had an understanding that she was going to eat first before interviewing Owens.” He glared back at you.

Oh right. Immediately you smiled with arms crossed as you said,

“It’s not a big deal Con. I’ll eat after the interview. It’ll be quick.”

Then your stomach painfully roared like a lion.

Your cheeks felt warm as the two men crossed their arms with an unamused look towards you.

You stomach grumbled once more.

“Go eat Sparky. I can wait for you here. Owens isn’t going anywhere. The last thing we need is you passing out.”

“Fine.” You frowned. “Where’s the cafeteria?”

“Go down straight and follow the signs.” Hank said as he pointed down to a hallway. “Don’t eat some light salad kid. You pyros literally burn off the calories, especially in the winter.” He frowned.

“I won’t.” You said with a two-finger salute before you sped-walk out of there. Once they were out of sight after making the first turn, you sighed in disappointment with your hands in your pockets.

Way to ruin the momentum stomach...Couldn’t I be hungry later? And why does Hank think I’m going for a salad? Maybe I’ll snack on something. Yeah, that’ll be quick. Eat some energy bars, and take some PB&J, chips, fruits and juice before I hit the road to search for that android. It’s not like I’m going to fight anytime soo-

You felt your hair rise on the nape of your neck and looked back. There was no one there. You closed your eyes for a second.

…

Your jaw dropped as Kai, your old flame, navigated through the yarn ‘lasers’ you set up in the hallway blindfolded. While energybending was supposedly something everyone –capaxes and magi– can do, seeing the 5^th element in person was another. Once he made it on the other side without disturbing any red yarn string, he locked on to your face despite the bandana covering his eyes and gave that cocky grin that you loved.

“Believe me now Sparky?” He laughed.

“Teach me. Please.” Your voice nearly cracked.

Immediately Kai cheery face became somber.

“I will. Just remember you’re still kickass with or without your fire. You are not weak.”

It wasn’t an open secret to those close to you how dejected and fragile you felt without your fire despite the mask you wore. Sure, you were one of the main players to bring Amon to justice, increasing your cred as an effective detective.

But it came at the price of your own fire.

Now you spent your time homing in on any other skills you could learn. As if it could replace the warmth your once inner flame held within you.

Kai came back to you, navigating through the strings with the blindfold still on. Once he

was in front of you, he took his bandana off and placed it over your eyes as he spoke,

“First lesson of energybending. Know how mana– I mean vis feels. How it feels inside of you and how it greets you all around. Seeing with your vis is like how terrans can see with their feet. Seismic sense is not much different from Mana Detection as I call it. It also helps that you were a healer and a firebender. You’ll have an easier time identifying the energy that runs through everything. That thing you call your ‘inner flame’ is just your mana– I mean vis flowing through you, at ready to become fire at will.”

“But I can’t bend...I’m broken.” You mumble, trying to prevent that crock in your throat. Despite seeing the best healers, they couldn’t fix you. Just like with the others who lost their abilities.

“No. You are not broken. I don’t know how Amon messed your mana from flowing out to bend fire, but he didn’t take it away. No one can take away your mana, your vital force energy. You still have it. Now take a deep breath, focus and let mana be your sight.”

…

You took a deep breath in and opened your eyes and started walking, sensing the world around you as you let the mana detection be your like, receiving back the energy the world emitted back to you like a vis echolocation that painted a visual picture in your mind.

While it was true that you couldn’t see as far with your eyes still open, mana detection was enough to make you feel safe and non-blindsight in a short-range distance.

Especially when you took note of that figure a following behind you a few feet away and gaining ground– wait a minute.

Is that…

With the next turn in the hallway, you whipped around, ready to confirm who your stalker was only to bounce off their chest and nearly fell to the floor if it wasn’t for the last-minute catch of your arm. They gently pulled you back up as you blinked to refocus your sight with your eyes instead of your vis, meeting familiar brown eyes.

Woah and be behold, it was Connor.

“Thanks for not letting me fall…but what are you doing following me Connor?” You said with a frown as your eyebrows narrowed. “I thought you were staying with Hank?”

“I’m following you to ensure that you actually eat a proper meal and not some snack to hold you over.”

“Who says I’m going to just eat a snack?” You said lifting an eyebrow with a crooked half smile before you led your duo once more, following the last of the signs for the cafeteria.

“You ignored my advice and ate two granola bars saying that it will hold you over instead of taking a lunch break. Then you ate the browning guac with chips at the Lieutenant’s house. A few moments ago, you ignored your own statement on eating a meal before interviewing Owens. I have enough evidence that to predicting you snacking at 92%.” Connor frowned back.

“What’s the other 8%?”

“Eating a proper meal. You need to eat well Detective. Especially if you’re going to be firebending in the winter. You’re a pyro cop; you can’t afford to NOT eat.”

“I know that.” You snorted, exhaling small puff of flame as you looked back to the hallways. “It’s part of the reason why Pyros indirectly hate the cold. No need to explain my abilities.” You said as you took another turn.

“It seems like you needed a reminder Detective.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not even that hun…” Words escaped from your lips as you entered the cafeteria and the sight and smell stuck you silent.

Mexican. Asian. Indian. Italian. Middle Eastern.

DMC Harper sure wasn’t skipping out on the food. They had everything.

You instinctive swallowed with the amount of saliva drooling in your mouth.

“You were saying Detective?” Connor said.

You glanced over and scoffed when you saw his own smirk on his lips.

“Shut it Con.” You spat before walking away to see the selection they offered.

You wandered around the mini booths, admiring the scent and colorful array of food options in front of you.

Mexican is good…so is Indian and Asian…but I hadn’t had pasta in a while…the Middle Eastern dish looks good too…so many choices…

“Det. Santiago?” Connor said.

“Whatup?” You glanced back to him and felt your lips turn upwards at the Dum-Dum mystery flavor lollipop he had in his hand.

A souvenir from your last doctor visit, you kept it in your jacket’s inner pocket for a rainy day. Apparently, Connor must’ve snooped around and found it. That was on you for forgetting his curious nature.

“If you don’t mind, can you lick this please? I’m curious as to what flavor it is.”

No surprise there.

“Sure! No harm in a bit of desert first.” You grinned as you took the pop. A quick unwrapping and lick on the orb, you couldn’t help but chuckle in joy.

“Alright! Cheery root beer. Not a bad combo.” You said as you went to rewrap the Dum-Dum.

“May I have a lick as well Detective?” You looked up to him in surprise. Connor gave you a sheepish smile. “I was curious as to how it tastes.”

“Uh…sure I guess?” You blinked. “You’re not going to contaminate me, are you?” You jested.

“No. My tongue has a sterilizing lubricant that’s water-based and safe on organic beings. You don’t have to worry about cross-contamination.” He smiled back.

“I guess… since it’s safe?” You said.

Connor took the pop and unwrapped it before taking a lick of the sweet. Immediately, he pulled it out and stared at it as his LED shifted from yellow to blue. His eyes had a faraway look as his right eye twitched for a few seconds before it stopped.

He looked up to you and smiled.

“Cheery root beer sure is sweet.” He said as he rewrapped the Dum-Dum and placed it back into the pocket it came from.

“It does. I didn’t know you could taste things like humans can.” You hummed.

“It’s a feature CyberLife added on last minute. My tongue main purpose is to serve as a forensic tool to identify blood samples and much more.”

“Such as?”

“Identifying deficiencies. I can tell you’re low on iron and some nutrients. If you may, would you let me pick out food for your meal?”

“Uh…sure.” You said in awe, wanting to know what else the robot can do despite feeling your privacy invaded.

He never said he was going to analyze you.

Connor immediately went to pick up a tray and stopped by the different booth picking up small servings of different dishes into a small eco-Styrofoam bowls. The last thing he picked up was a small cup of a creamy orange drink before he lead your duo to the checkout line which you realized something.

“Wait, how much is-”

“Payment accepted; you may proceed forward.” The android at the register said.

“Never mind.” You mumbled.

“Where would you like to sit?” Connor said.

“Uh…” You glanced around, looking at the tables before pointing to the one by the window. “There is good. I like sunlight and being able to look outside.”

You lead the way, letting the hospital soft background chatter lull you into peace as you sat down facing the window. A moment later, Connor place the tray down in front of you as he sat down.

“Buen provecho.” He said with an earnest proud smile, surprising you how much Latino mannerism he picked up from this morning’s meal at the La Azteca Guanaca Deli.

A quick learner indeed. You thought to yourself as you sanitized your hand with your pocket Purell.  You then picked up a fork and looked down to your food. Your tongue immediately started salivating.

There was yellow Arroz con Fijoles in a small bowl, some Lamb Kofta on a stick on another plate, a small bowl of Italian Antipasto salad, a small plate of Chinese Beef and Broccoli and a cup of Indian Mango Lassi drink.

This was a lot of food.

Good food. Unlike your cheap PB& J plan you had earlier.

However, a lot of good food -especially hospital food- meant a hefty price tag.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Connor said as you looked up with a frown.

“How much did this cost you?” While Connor was sent by CyberLife to work with you, you weren’t certain if that android partnership would cover food cost.

“It’s costed $36.12.”

“Well…not the most expensive thing I ate for lunch before. Gotta love those hospital prices.” You gulped as you fished out your wallet from your pocket. Connor tilted his head and frown.

“What are you doing?” He said as you started skimming though your wallet, looking for the right bills.

“Paying you back, duh. I don’t like owning people.” You said as you pulled out the needed bills and handed it to him. “Here, this should over it.” You smiled. “$37 bucks. You can keep the change.”

Connor pushed your hand full of cash back to you with his own smile.

“It’s on CyberLife. You’re helping them out on an important investigation that will help shape the future of the company. The least we can do is cover your meal cost.”

“Even better.” You smirked. Connor sighed, relief on his face before you pushed your hand back to him with a glare. “Take the cash or I’ll won’t eat. I refuse to be beholden by any company that I’m indirectly investigating.”

Connor jaw slightly dropped before closing it with a nod with narrowed lips.

“Very well then.” He said with a disappointed frown, taking in the cash before taking out something you didn’t notice last time.

“Wait, when did you get a wallet?” You frowned.

“CyberLife gave me some cash in case we went to some non-Android pay location. As you are aware, not all locations accept android-payment.”

“Well cash is king as the saying goes. I still avoid Apple or Google pay. Just use the good ole Tap and Pay.” You said as you picked up the fork dug in on the yellow Arroz con fijoles, no longer feeling guilty about eating.

The moment the food met your tongue, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and moan with a smile.

Connor said something, but you didn’t answer him as the world melted away with only the mini dishes in front of you. You took a piece from each dish, letting yourself enjoy the crisp taste of the Italian Antipasto, the chewiness of Chinese beef-and-broccoli, the smooth sweet texture of the Indian Mango Lassi and the savory Lamb Kofta with the onion, garlic and other spices singing to your tongue.

Once your meal was halfway done, you looked up to Connor to ask what he said earlier only to scowl at the smirk on his lips.

“What? I was hungry and this food taste great.” You glared back, taking another bite, this time a bit slower.

“Nothing. I’m just impressed you hadn’t choked yet like this morning.” He said, still smiling.

“Ha ha, very funny Connor.” You said as you took another bite, swallowing it before you spoke again. “This time I didn’t have to worry about the comida picante.” You rolled your eyes, mumbling, “Molestoso.” (Comida picante = spicy food, molestoso = annoying one)

“I think it was you talking with your mouth full was the cause of your choking hazing.” He teased, voice light with mischief.

“Whatever Flaquito.” You huffed with a smile. “So, what was the question you said earlier before I chowed down?”

“I asked why you didn’t do Apple or Google Pay? Surely you do Hand-Scan payment right?” His brown eyes shining bright with curiosity.

“I don’t like the idea of registering my phone or hand for payment. I feel safer with Tap and Pay. Also, using my phone to pay…itmakesittooeasytospendmoney. Just a me thing.” You grinned.

You still hadn’t mentally recovered from the day you spent nearly $500 bucks mindlessly buying stuff with Hand-Scan or using your phone to pay when you were younger. It was BY FAR easier to kept track of your spending when paying with card or cash. Especially with the Harriet Tubman on the twenty looking at you like you were a fool for spending on useless stuff.

Harriet Tubman’s look saved you plenty of times. And not just for the money you spent.

“I see.” Connor said, nodding his head as you continued eating, his eyes studying you.

“Just spit it Connor. I know you have more questions in that noggin of yours.” You mumbled, taking another bite of the Lamb Kofta.

“Why don’t you eat more during meals? I know women tend to be worried about weight gain. However, you’re not going to gain weight if that’s what you’re worried about. Especially as a pyro cop during the winter. You’ll literally burn off all the calories.” He smiled. “I can even keep track if it helps.”

“Are you calling me fat?” You frowned with a glare, smirking on the inside as you enjoyed watching him frown as his cheeks tinted pink.

Very realistic humanistic android indeed.

“That…that wasn’t what I was implying.” He stated as you saw his fingers fiddle. He was probably squirming on the inside, especially with the worried look in his eyes as he tried to figure a way out of the faux pas hole he dug himself in.

I guess there’s no difference between human and android men when it comes to that question. You thought before shaking your head with a snicker, deciding to have mercy on him and end your prank.

“No te preocupas Flaquito. I’m just playing with you.” You laughed, patting his shoulder. (No te preocupas = Don’t you worry)

“Oh.” He paused before slowly nodding with a cautious smile. “You were joking with me.”

“Gotta keep things light Con. As for the food thing…I just tend to forget.” This time you blushed. “I get hyper-focused when working, sometimes I forget my hunger. And if I feel it, I just snack through to keep on working.” You smiled guiltily. “I like getting things done properly and its easier when I’m in the ‘zone’.”

“Was that the case for today?” Connor titled his head, eyes attentive.

“Yeah.” You shook your head. “I was just excited to see that Hank actually sees me as a partner instead of some tag-a-long.” You said, glancing down at your food. A change in subject was needed. You didn’t need the world –or a robot– to know your weakness. “Out of curiosity, why did you pick these dishes?” You said before taking another bite.

“When I was analyzing your saliva and your deficiencies, I also gathered information on what food would be the best to replenish and boost your vis in case we need your fire later.” Connor smiled. “I know you were dimly performing that heating move, califactio, to keep the air around your warm since I’m wearing your outer jacket. I can see the heat you produce roll off your body. It makes sense since pyros dislikes the cold.”

“Actually, it’s a myth that we dislike the cold itself.” You stated as you took a gulp of your cup filled with Mango Lassi.

“Really?” Connor bobbed his head back. “All my sources stated pyros have a strong dislike for the cold.”

“Not all of us dislike the cold. We just hate the fact that the cold makes us bend more. It’s indirect hate and why the best pyros are from the cold.” You grinned before covering one side of your mouth with your hand and bent down closer to him. “Don’t tell that to the pyros from the hot places. They think they’re hotstuff ‘cause they live in the warmth” You whispered with a wink as if you were telling him some deep secret.

You sat back upright.

“As for the fire move, califactio, while what you say is true, it also serves its purpose to allow us to draw our fire quicker.”

“But you didn’t do any serious bending today?” Connor scrunched his eyebrows. “Surely, the llamita baliarina doesn’t take that much energy.”

“In this case, you were right. Califactio keeps me warm without my outer jacket.” You sheepishly smiled.

“I can give your jacket back. Surely, we’ll be safe without it. You need to keep warm detective.” Connor frowned as his big brown eyes shined with guilt.

“Pff, I’ll be fine Con.” You huffed. “Unlike other benders, I can keep myself warm in the cold. Why do you think we have the lowest heating bills out there? Winter’s fright; a pyro’s delight.” You said the old saying with a wink before going back to eating your food.

“You are one peculiar person Det. Santiago.” Connor shook his head with a smile, as if he was amused.

You swallowed the last of your food with a smile on your lips.

“Been called worse, I’ll take that as a compliment.” You said before finishing off your creamy mango drink. “Alright, I finished. Thanks for the meal, Connor.” You said as you got up.

“A pleasure Det. Santiago.” Connor smiled back as he got up as well. You picked up the tray with the dirty dishes but before you could you shove your chair back to its place with your hips, Connor pushed it in himself.

“Thanks. Hey, can I ask you a favor?” You said as you lead your duo.

“My purpose is to serve Detective. No need for asking.” He said as you deposited the tray on the conveyor belt for dirty dishes.

“Next time, please ask before analyzing me. It feels rather invasive when you analyzed me before I knew what you were doing.” You frowned.

“I apologize, but it felt like the only way I can ensure you’ll have a proper meal. You ignored my advice and went against your earlier statement at the parking lot.” He frowned. “I couldn’t trust that you would eat well for the investigation and I perfectly recall you saying that trust is important in a relationship. Especially as partners.”

Shit. He’s got a point. You mentally winced.

“You got a point.” You sighed, placing your hands in your zipper-up sweater pockets. “I’ll…I’ll be more considerate to you and doing my part. Just don’t analyze me without asking unless it’s life or death

 type of thing. Deal?” You held out your hand and met his eyes.

He shook your hand with a nod and small smile.

“Deal.”

…

After meeting up with Hank at the Hospital Entrance, the three of you went to Jesse Bolten’s room on the fifth floor with small minor chit-chat between you and Hank on things to review with the victim as the elevator took you up.

Once you entered his room, you took note on Bolten’s appearance within a second.

A tall Black man –you guessed at 6’0– lanky but fit. Jesse Bolten had a black eye on his right, a small cut on his bottom lip. The most interesting thing was his right arm in a cast. You could only assume that the knife wound that he received to his upper right abdominal quadrant was hidden underneath his green hospital grown.

His lips shifted to a nervous frown before it became soft when his worried eyes met yours.

“Good afternoon Mr. Bolten, my name is Det. Santiago,” You said, showing him your DPD badge, “And these guys here are my partners, Lt. Anderson,” You patted the older man’s shoulder before patting Connor’s. “And Connor, a prototype android detective sent by CyberLife.”

Bolten’s eyebrows narrowed as he stared at Connor.

“Aren’t android supposed to show some sort of self-identifying thing in public? I remember that was one of the first rules Terry’s last owner told me.”

“Yes, but considering your case and the anti-android detestation in Detroit, I rather not take chances myself. Hence, the disguise.” You stated, taking mental note that Terry was a second-hand owned android.

“Touché.” Bolten replied with a frown. “You’re not from ‘round here? Where’re you from?”

“New York. The coppers here needed an extra hand for deviant cases. I needed change. Win–Win situation if I do say so myself.” You smiled. “Do you have any more questions before we interview you Mr. Bolton?”

He glanced over to the two men next to you before his amber ones met yours.

“Do all three of you have to interview me? Or can it just be you?” He glanced towards both of your sides where your partners stood. Bolton frowned. “No offence, but I rather just speak with the lady here.”

“None taken. We’ll wait for you outside by the lobby Sparky. Come on Connor, let’s give the two some privacy.” Hank said, leaving the room with Connor following him.

Connor stopped at the door, glancing back to you with disappointed eyes. “Good luck Detective. Let me know if I am needed.”

He closed the door on his way out.

Immediately Bolton sighed in relief, his face the most relaxed you seen since the three of you arrived.

“I can’t deal with white men today. I had enough of a hassle this morning with the ones in charge of doing the reports. Some Reeds guy did my report this morning and would NOT shut up with the harsh questioning.” He rolled his eyes. “You’ll think with the way he was asking that I ordered Terry to do that! As if!” Bolton took a deep breath in before breathing out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, but after getting beaten up by a gang of white trash, all I really want to is avoid white men.”

“It’s alright. You mentioned Reeds? Was his first name Gavin?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. Dude’s so arrogant, you think he thought himself as the next Sherlock Homes.”

“Yeah, sounds about right. I had the misfortune of meeting him.” You smiled as you glanced at the empty chair next to him. “Would you mind me sitting there for the interview?”

“Sure, better you than that old dude or the android. They seem pretty stiffly.” He frowned as you sat down.

“They are, but descent enough partners.”

“I can only imagine. I’m guessing you’re used to dealing with guys like that.”

“Kinda. At least there are more girls working. Back in 2020, woman only made up 12% of the force nationwide.”

“And today?”

“18%.” You winced. “Not much, but still better. As for race, your mileage may vary.”

Bolton snorted with a small smile.

“Yeah…anyways” You sighed before starting part two of your interview after building your rapport. “Let focus on you Mr. Bolto-“

“Jesse, just call me Jesse. Mr. Bolton’s my Pops.” He smiled, holding out his hand to you.

“Alright Jesse,” You smiled, shaking it before dropping his hand and pulling out your notepad and smartpen, “let’s get started. Would you mind me recording our conversation?”

“Not at all. As long as we can get Terry back, that’s all that matters.”

“Agreed.” You said, clicking a button on your pen to start the recording. “Today’s date is Saturday, November 6, 2038. Current location, DMC Harper Hospital for the Jesse Bolton Deviant Case. My name is …” You said your name. “…Santiago. I am currently with Mr. Bolton who will be referred to as Jesse.” You looked at the said man on the hospital bed with a soft smile. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.” He stated. “Shoot.”

“What is the name of your android, it’s model and date of purchase?”

“His name’s Terry; he’s an AC700, a second-hand sport partner android I brought at a yard sale last year.”

Second-hands means the bot might have not been reset. You thought with a frown as you took down your notes.

“Hmm…okay so how old was AC700 when you bought him?”

“He was fairly new. I think he was about a year old.”

“Did you have him reset at a local CyberLife store after your purchase? Or at least at a ‘Droid Repair shop?”

“No…was I supposed to? ” Jesse frowned.

“It’s advised. Makes the android more personalized to you.” You stated as you thought, Oh Luke, I hope you’re wrong about the personality tick theory.

“I was never told that, so I didn’t. Saw no reason to do so. Terry worked well enough with me. Also, non-CyberLife ‘Droid Repair shops don’t exist here. They’re illegal to set up here in Michigan.”

“Huh, good to know…” You said as you scribbled it down.

You knew CyberLife was part of the reason why the unemployment rate was sky-high in Detroit. You just didn’t expect them to ban ‘Droid Repair shops. Luke’s shop was one of many that was easily found back home. New York was full of them and some even had contracts with CyberLife.

Now that you were investigating here, you saw the gilded chrome finished that covered this city starting to peel off to reveal its inner workings.

You didn’t like this.

“Describe your android to me Jesse.” You said.

You noticed his Adam’s apple bob up and down in what can only be a minor gulp.

“Terry’s about my hight. He’s black like me. Crew cut hair. Dark brown eyes. He was wearing his model’s outfit when we were attacked at the park.” He paused with a slow sad sigh. “He saved my life. Took the first hit when some white pricks decided to pick a fight with us. Unfortunately, there were too many of them and I got stabbed. He knocked out two of them before taunting the last two to chase him and left the scene. I haven’t seen or heard from him since.” Jesse frowned as he stared down to his hands.

You couldn’t help but frown too as you took your notes.

From what past cases stated, deviants tended to attack their owners after their program shifted into this ‘deviant state’.

This was the first case you were exposed to where the android went against its standing protocols to protect someone else instead of itself. Beating the crap out of its owner’s human victims certain broke the first law of robotics that was ingrained in all android minus the military ones.

But attacking others to defend its owner?

“No wonder CyberLife sent Connor.” You mumbled to yourself as you wrote the thoughts down.

They did guarantee that their publicly sold androids wouldn’t harm humanity. Guess the analytics and PR department failed that promise twice with the lost of human jobs and now, human life in certain cases.

“I’m just worried about him.” Jesse spoke. You glanced to him, pausing your notes. “He saved my life and I don’t know where he is. He’s like a little brother to me.” He whispered, glancing to the window.

You nodded as you placed your hands over his.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find him Jesse.”

He gave you a soft smile.

“Thank you, Det. Santiago.”

…

DING!

“1^st floor.” The robotic feminine voice echoed around you as the elevator doors opened. You instantly spotted Connor waiting for you from across the hall. Despite your best efforts to having him pass as a human with your black beanie and brown jacket, his android nature stood out with his stiff at attention position he took that was staple of all CyberLife androids on stand-by mode.

Waiting for their owner’s next order.

Somehow that thought put a bitter taste on your mouth with what Jesse said in your interview.

He’s a work laptop. Nothing more. Nothing less. You told yourself as the moment Connor’s optics met your eyes, his stiff standby mode persona shifted into something different as he quickly walked to you with a jump in his step as eager bright eyes and smile greeted you like a dog gleefully meeting its owner after they come home from work.

“What did you learn detective?” He said excitedly as you stepped off the elevator.

“Woah, calm down there Con.” You chuckled. “Where’s Hank? I rather not repeat myself more than once.”

“Lt. Anderson is in the lounge sitting on the couch, watching last night’s Detroit Piston Basketball team highlights. He told me to wait for you here when I said it was a waste of time and we should be reviewing the other deviant cases instead.” Connor frowned as you led the way back to your other partner.

“Who were they playing against and who won?”

“They were playing against the New York Knickerbockers who-”

“Say no more Con.” You winced as you looked for Hank in the lobby. “I know how it already ends.”

“Why did you asked me when you already know?” Connor’s question went unanswered as your eyes locked onto Hank’s head. Your surperior’s eyes were glued onto the large screen of his phone as the highlights of last night’s best shots were playing.

Your lips curled into a smirk as a new prank popped in your head.

“Keep quiet and segue la corriente Con.”  You whispered as you quickly made your way behind Hank. You stopped the moment you were a foot behind him as you watched a Piston player take a free throw shot. The moment the ball went in the hoop, you softy shouted,

“And the Pistons win the game!” Hank gave slight jump in seat as you made your way next to him laughing. “Another lost for the Knicks as expected. Is there any hope for this hopeless team?”

Hank looked up to you with a frown.

“Why the gloom face?” You chuckled.

“The Pistons didn’t win last night. They lost to the Knicks!” He shouted.

“Wait what?” You froze as immediately Hank went into every single detail of the game that few over your head.

That’s impossible.

The Knicks are usually losing team.

“Det. Santiago?” Connor spoke.

No way tha– wait is someone speaking to me-

SNAP! SNAP!

Your eyes went back to focus as you saw a pair of fingers snaping in front of you.

“Huh, what?” You blinked and noticed the two men in front of you.

“I guess the win was too much for you.” Hank snickered as Connor’s face tilted in confusion.

“Oh hush. Let me enjoy that victorious shock.” You rolled your eyes with a smile you couldn’t repressed. At least you got Hank in a good enough mood to hopefully cooperate with Connor.

“Well, you can be in shock later. Connor says that you got something to share with both of us?”

And just like that, your good mood vanished as reality sunk in.

“I think with the information our victim gave us, I might have a concrete idea of where our missing deviant might be, we just need to pick somebody up.” You smirked, masking the nerves that you felt.

“That’s good news. Great work Det. Santiago.” Connor smiled, but surprisingly he didn’t have smile on his face for someone who loved doing investigative work as his eyes studied you.

“Where to next Sparky?” Hank said.

“The GM Arena in Belle Isle.”

Chapter Text

“You seem rather nervous Detective.” Connor said right before the ferry horn blew, signaling its arrival to Belle Isle. 

“What makes you say that?” You said as you looked away from the city to Connor. You didn’t feel nervous per say…at least you thought so. You were enjoying the view of the city as you leaned back on your car without any shivering. As a firebender, the bone-biting chilly gales from the Detroit River weren’t a problem. Your inner fire heated up the air around you, making you feel warm and toasty.

“Your pulse rate is higher than usual. That and you’re also tapping your fingers against your arms.” Connor said, standing straight and proper next to you like usual in his human disguise. He was still borrowing the brown jacket and black beanie you lent him. 

You shrugged and turned your head back to the city, admiring Detroit from the water as your fingers tapped against your bicep.

While up close, it was easy to see all the shine and chrome that the city had, dazzling many on Detroit’s revival. However, from far away, the old stone buildings surrounded the new glass skyscrapers with the GM Renaissance Center at the tip by the waterfront, paying homage to its past, as if to say, We’re still here.

Like you after Amon.

“I rather go to Pro-Bending as either a player or attendee. Let’s just say I have a poor history with pro-bending arenas when I go there as a detective.” You stated.

“You used to be a pro-bending athlete?” Connor asked in a light tone. You glanced at him, lifting your eyebrows at seeing him…well surprised. His emoting system was amazingly good.

“In another life. I still would be if it wasn’t for the…you know.” You sighed glancing towards the GM Arena. 

Located at the Northern tip of Belle Isle, the GM Arena has its old-world construction charm of the 1920s when it was first built for the budding sport. However, it didn’t mean it wasn’t modern. While the arena’s outside has the aesthetic style akin to that of Fenway Park or Wrigley Field, the inside was as modern as the new chrome skyscrapers Detroit had. 

All thanks to its neighbor from the island’s southern tip sponsoring its renovations.

You glanced to the south of the island where the sole white glossy pin skyscraper stood guard against the city by itself. CyberLife Tower left an unwelcome superiority impression on you with the way it stood out on its own.

“No, I don’t know.” Connor said as you looked at him. Despite the rest of his face keeping up his blasé Swiss Neutrality look, you noted his rather small frown and eyes that shone with curiosity 

Oh, that’s right. Connor didn’t grow up with the Arctic War making up the background of his juventud. You thought, wondering if you would have the stamina to talk about it and not break. (juventud = youthhood)

“There’s a war in the north. All magi from 18 to 25 need to register for the draft. It’s active right now and rumor has it that they’re going to push the age limit up to 30. For some reason, pyros and aquans always have low numbers when the draft lotto occurs. So, you either have the choice of A) jail and ruined future opportunities, B) pray and hope you get lucky and don’t die while living the life you choose, or C) you take a job in the Alternative Service Program to completely avoid it. I didn’t want to go to jail, so guess which one I chose.” You spat with a slight crack in your throat at the end.

So close to not breaking.

Connor’s LED blinked yellow through the black beanie fabric before going back to what you assumed was blue once more as he nodded.

“I see. Going to pro-bending arenas brings back painful memories and thoughts of a future you couldn’t have. Especially since you wanted to be a pro-bender athlete. Going back there as an officer of the law instead of a pro-bender emotionally hurts you.”

“Close enough.” You gave a crooked half smile as you gave him a side eye glance.

“Close enough? Close enough doesn’t mean it’s the answer though.” Connor frowned.

“Sometimes, it is fisgónito.” You stated, hoping he will drop the rather raw subject. (fisgónito = little nosy one; fisgón = nosy)

“PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR CARS AS THE FERRY WILL DOCK AND WILL BEGIN TO UNLOAD IN FIVE MINUTES.” A feminine voice said on the loudspeakers.

“Come on, let’s head back in the car.” You said, noticing how Connor’s LED flickered yellow once more. You frowned.

“Hey Connor, bend down. I want to fix something.”

Connor did as you told. You grabbed the edge of the black beanie and folded it back, smiling when it gave a double layer.

This should cover his LED light when it flashes yellow. You thought as you stepped back with a small smile. “Fixed it. Now let's get back into the car you said as you opened your front door. 

He followed you into the car moments later.

…

You whistled.

The inside of the arena was prettier than you ever expected. The seats were blue and yellow. Banners of white, gold and blue flew around the arena, with names of their most famous and important players throughout its 100+ year history back when it was known as the Detroit Gears. To top it all off, the Detroit Androids’ LED logo was painted blue on the smack center of the arena’s dome. It was known to change color whether the team was winning or losing due to some nanotech in the paint.

Currently, it was turned off, leaving the LED logo in its default blue.

“Pretty impressive isn’t it?” Spencer, the tour guide, said as you stood at the MVP clubhouse on the second floor. It was located in the smack middle of the ring’s width, making it easy to see the whole field from this side.

“Heck yeah it is!” You smiled, easily imagining what it would be like in the ring, hearing your fans cheer on your name as you countered the opposing team’s hit with fire and grace.

“A pro-bending fan huh? Who’s your favorite player?” 

“Garbieña Bueno.” You stated. “She was the first pyro Latina to ever play for the Coywolves in Queens back in the new 10s. A fierce firebender, she helped lead her team to regional victory in 2018. I managed to get her autograph on my regional championship shirt! It’s my most prized possession.” You grinned.

“Wow, that’s some treasure. Mine is the current Androids’ aquan player, Victoria Duleau. Her signed jersey is currently hanging in my room.” Spencer grinned before glancing at Connor with a smile. “What about you? Who’s your favorite player?”

I wonder if he would’ve been this friendly to Connor if he found out he wasn’t human. You thought to yourself.

One thing you noticed while exploring Detroit, especially after the convo Chris had with you, was that no working human took too kindly to androids. While personal bots were cherished and uncommonly faced harassment, the same couldn’t be said for non-personal androids such as ‘corp drones’ and gov bots (such as Connor). Even Mom and Pop’s androids would face harassment here and there.

You saw this harassment for yourself earlier today.

Before you could even check to see if Bolton’s android was hiding out in his friend’s place, your detective trio needed to go check the scene of the crime. What you didn’t expect was for Connor to be literally spat at when he got out of the car. 

It only went downhill from there when that same man started following the two of you. He shouted and cursed at you for owning an android, saying “you’re putting good people out of work” and “you need a real man, not a walking dildo”. 

“Ignore him Connor and walk in front of me.” You said as you threw your hands into your pockets, letting your fingernails bite into your palms. You focused on your breaths, allowing yourself to feel the vis that powered your fire. 

With a blink, the world was thrown in monochromic shades of green, as if you were wearing night vision goggles. Your mana detection was activated, letting you see the world similar to how earthbenders use seismic sense to see with their feet. 

Color was a small price to pay to see with your eyes under mana sight.

But it was worth it. You could easily ‘see’ the man walking behind you without looking back. Instead, you stared at Connor’s back. The word on the back of his gray blazer became imprinted in your mind.

ANDROID. 

While Connor wasn’t human, and it was highly possible that this foul-mouth man’s interaction didn’t mean much for him, it did for you. There were times you wished somebody did the same for you. 

Even just being a physical buffer was enough. 

While there was a huge chance you would get hurt, you weren’t scared of that. 

Besides, if the man struck first, he would be sorely surprised at the penalties that came with assaulting an on-duty cop. 

Once the two of you arrived at the yellow-taped crime scene, the cussing man gave one final “shit” and thankfully left. You showed your badge to the ‘droid keeping guard as you blinked away your mana sight back to your regular human vision. The two of you met up with Hank and began the investigation. Once that was finished, the three of you left for Belle Isle with you a bit wiser. Now you had a new personal rule in place.

Connor Cruz was here to stay.

You didn’t care if you had to permanently don your beanie and your brother’s jacket to the RK800 unit until you were literally at the scene of the investigation or you deemed the environment safe enough for him to “out” his robotic self. 

You wanted to avoid trouble. 

And trouble was avoided when the RK800 unit passed as Connor Cruz, your human friend. 

However, human Connor also brought up a new problem.

“I don’t have any.” Connor stated with a frown.

Even with his human getup, Connor was still a robot playing human. 

Humans had things they enjoyed or disliked. That was something you needed to help develop in Cruz if you wanted the RK800 to pass in moments like these. 

“Surely you must have one. Where’s your team spirit?” The tour guide lifted his eyebrow.

“He’s a workaholic.” You butted in, wanting to end the convo before anyone would notice his robotic moments. “He only gets to have fun when I drag him out.” You smirked, enjoying the thought that you and Connor were fooling them all, as if this was all one big joke.

“Lucky man indeed.” Spencer winked at the RK800.

Okay then, joke’s on me. You frowned at the man’s implication. Maybe I shouldn’t smirk when I say that next time… anyhow, time to change the subject. You thought before speaking, “Would you be able to end the tour at Mr. Pheng’s training room so we can speak to him after his coaching session?”

“Sure! I’ll bring you two private eyes to the practice rooms.” The tour guide said as he led the way out the MVP clubhouse and into the hall once more. “Say, out of curiosity, why do you guys have three detectives? I thought only two people worked together on a case.”

“Oh, Connor’s a newbie sleuth. And I’m new to Detroit. The old man who didn’t want to join the tour is technically my partner for this case to help me get orientated to Detroit and test Connor on his skills.”

“Makes sense. I remember you mentioned earlier that you’re from New York. How do the two cities compare?” Spencer smiled.

“Well…Detroit’s smaller and to me, you need a car to get around here. I know it has the People Mover, but it only covers like a circumference of 3 miles–”

“Actually, it’s 2.9 miles.” Connor said. Both you and the tour guide looked at him as his cheeks turned a rosy red. “What? If you’re going to state facts, at least get the mileage right Sparky.” Connor frowned as you felt your lips smile at that.

Looks like Connor’s already figured out how to use nicknames with me when he’s passing for human. The rosy cheeks are a nice humanity touch too for his emoting protocol. You thought before saying, “Lay the facts on me then Flaquito.”

“While the People Mover does have a circumference of 2.9 miles around Detroit,” Connor continued, “that’s part of the old system. The newer system has the extending branches from its circle reach out to the suburbs around the city. More importantly, the monorail goes in both directions. It was a project Cyberlife funded as part of its “Going Green” approach and to minimize car usage since there is no parking to be found at Belle Isle for all of its employees. It was enacted more than a decade ago when it first broke ground back then. The new skyscrapers we have now became an indirect side-effect of the freed space we gained when most parking lots became obsolete within the city limits thanks to public transportation.”

You whistled before saying,

“I didn’t know that.”

“Same, I thought the City of Detroit did all that.” The tour guide said with a nod as the three of you entered a new hallway.

“The City of Detroit auctioned off the new monorail contract to Cyberlife in a win against General Motors who wanted to diversify into public transportation manufacturing as well. We were faster.” Connor stated as he looked from the tour guide to you, as if he was a kid who finished his book report and wanted praise. 

“While that’s cool and all Connor, it doesn’t mean much if they only built those branches into the suburbs but haven’t finished building it in the town where I live. I still depend on my car to get around.” You frowned before turning to the tour guide. “Back in NYC, you don’t need cars to travel, the good ole’ subway will get you where you need to be.”

“Make sense. Anyhow, here’s the end of the tour and right here is the practice room A…is he asleep?” The tour guide said, as you glanced towards the person he was talking about.

Sitting on a bench outside of the training room door was Hank. The gray-haired man was slumped against the wall with his arms crossed, head lolled to the side with his eyes closed. He even gave off a small snore to top off the ‘dad sleeping on the couch’ position that you were all too familiar with. 

Especially with the rather loud THUMS, PLOPS, PE-UMMF and FWOOSH sounds that came from the practice room. Yet Hank was able to peacefully sleep through it.

That man was certainly a dad for sure.

“His breathing rate appears to be 12 breaths per minute, lower than his usual rate of 16. I’m impressed that a human can sleep through all that noise coming from behind him.” Connor said.

“That’s Dads for you Con.” You said. “Give them a moment to sit on a couch and they can sleep through anything. Except for when you turn off the TV that they were definitely watching.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, my dad’s like that.” Spencer said with a smile as you looked at him. “One time me and my brother popped a balloon in front of him to see if he'd awaken. He didn’t even move a muscle. We thought we were in the clear. The moment we switched the channel to our show, Dad immediately woke up and told us to watch it on our tablet.” The tour guide chuckled as he met your eyes. 

Immediately, the two of you both burst out laughing.

“I still don’t understand how the lieutenant can sleep through that. He must be severely sleep deprived.” Connor said with furrowed eyebrows as shouts joined in the chorus of a typical bending practice in the background. 

“Well dads do be like that sometimes. Why? Yours doesn’t?” Spencer said.

“I don’t have a father.” Connor stated as a fact as he looked to the tour guide.

You mentally winced. 

Yep, you definitely had to work on creating Connor Cruz’s background considering sooner or later the RK800 named Connor will out his robotic self without some sort of guide. 

And probably at the worst timing as well. 

“Oh…well…I’m sorry to hear that.” The tour guide said, cheeks darkening in color. “Let me know if you two need anything. I hope you two had a good tour.” He said as he glanced towards you.

“It was. Maybe I’ll stop by for a match or even community games. It’s been a while since I've been to one.” You grinned, hoping to ease his discomfort. “Thank you for the tour Spencer.”

“Indeed. Thank you for hosting us.” Connor said with a smile. “Please, don’t be discomforted on my behalf, Spencer. I’m okay with that fact.”

“If you say so.” Spencer frowned. “Again, I’m sorry if I’ve caused any problems. I’ll be at the front lobby if you three need anything else.” He said before speed walking away.

Once the tour guide was far enough away, you mumbled, «Deberíamos trabajar en tu trasfondo Cruz. || We got to work on your backstory Cruz.» You glanced back down to Hank who was still lightly snoring, unaware of the entire interaction.

“Do you want me to wake him Det. Santiago?” Connor said as he stood next to you. 

“Nah.” You said, shaking your head. “He probably needs the sleep. I agree with what you said earlier. I’m not going to lie though; I’m impressed that he can still sleep through that entire ruckus going on behind him. Do you know how much time we have left before the practice officially ends?” You looked up to him. 

“We have ten more minutes left detective.” He stated, but his eyes seemed to have a faraway look as he stared back at the hallway where Spencer walked down, at this point, long gone. 

“Make that fifteen then.” 

“Why?” Connor said, looking at you with focused eyes. “They’re supposed to end at six pm.”

“They are also one of the top high school varsity quad teams for the city tourney. They tend to run a bit later since they have one of the best practice slots.” You stated.

“In case you forgot Det. Santiago, we have a deviancy case to solve.” Connor stated with a frown. “That takes priority over their practice. If they’re not done by six, I’m walking in to talk to Mr. Pheng. Make sure to wake up Lt. Anderson by then.” 

“If you say so.” You sighed. “I tend to find it easier to talk to the couch once practice officially ends.” You said as you took a seat next to Hank and started puffing out little spirals of flame with your mouth, trying to control the direction of where the thin fire spirals flew in front of you. 

Connor joined your company and sat next to you.

“Det. Santiago, may I ask you a question?”

“Sure, I guess.” You said, immediately dispensing the flames.

“Why did the tour guide feel bad for me when I –Cruz– said ‘I don’t have a father?’ We barely know each other; he has no reason to feel bad for me.”

“Oh well, parents are one of those universal things.” You said as you sat up straight and looked at him. “Everyone has them. It’s one of those things we can all relate to like how Spencer and I can point out our dads being like Hank. It also allows for shared inside jokes even if we just met.”

“That explains why you laughed with him.” Connor said as you nodded.

“Exactly. Parents –if you have good ones– are valuable in your life no matter at what age. They raise you and they’re the ones who help you to shape yourself into who you’ll become and love you no matter what. It’s why any decent person feels bad for someone who doesn’t have one. They feel for you. It’s why the tour guide reacted the way he did; he feels sympathy for you.

“He shouldn’t though.” Connor frowned. “We are just strangers. He shouldn’t feel the need to care for someone he doesn’t know.”

You shrugged.

“That’s humanity for you. Our empathy and kindness knows no bounds when we have it; even to material things. Heck, a whole lot of us became sad and upset when the Mars Rover, Opportunity, “died”. We’ll even have a heart attack when a stranger’s phone falls face first. We can become easily attached. I think my friend Aloni once called it Human pack-bonding.”

“Who’s Aloni?” Connor tilted his head.

“Oh, Aloni? She’s this kickass Puerto Rican-slash-Bolivian sleuth that I used to work with back in the 1-24th. She’s the chilliest capax cat I’ve ever met and she’s a master chi-blocker to boot! She’s also a big poetry fan and used to drag me to any poetry slams that she could.”

“Sounds like you two were close.” Connor stated with a smile.

“We are.” You smiled, thinking back to the good old days when the two of you partnered up. “She was my ray of sunshine in the 1-24th. No more questioning or ignoring my beliefs and thoughts. She took my opinion seriously and even added pointers I never looked at. It was nice to have another woman around. Especially a Latina.” You sighed.

“It sounds like you didn’t have it easy when you became detective Chispa.” Connor frowned. 

“No. I didn’t.” You said as you shook your head. 

“I don’t understand why. From what information I gathered from the DPD, you have a good record.” 

“Your record doesn’t matter to some people, sometimes the only thing they notice is that you’re not like them. And that can make some people mad for the crime of being different.” You sighed and started blowing out thin spirals of flame once more, letting it comfort you from the heat and fire art that you made with it.

The two of you sat in silence for what felt like forever until Connor spoke.

“You should wake Lt. Anderson Detective. The practice should end within three minutes.”

You nodded before shaking your superior’s shoulder.

“Hey, wake up Dad!” You said in the same loud teasing voice you did with your Papí, but in English. “We got a case to solve.”

“Huh, Cole-whatsssup???” Hank said as he sat up, eyes furiously blinking before they landed on you. He immediately frowned.

“Sorry to wake you from your Dad nap Hank, but we got a case to solve.” You said before stepping in front of the door to the practice room. You threw it open.

A fat smile grew on your lips as you walked in, with Connor and Hank following closely behind you.

I’m home. You thought as you looked around. 

In the practice ring, earth discs, water jets, fire streams, and wooden airballs flew through the air. The players shouted as they each tried to dodge, block or blast whatever went their way. The earth discs and airballs that flew out of the ring stuck the metal baseball netting cage with a CLANK. CLANK. CLANK.

You took note of the young Asian terran on the sideline in horse stance. His arms shakily went up and down, levitating a wobbling earth disk in front of him. A fierce concentration filled his face as he did the standard training basics. The kid appeared to be about eight years old.

A new bender. You thought to yourself as you felt your fingers curl. You sighed.

Then the boy’s nose twitched, his face shifting to that familiar look that only occurred right before a loud…

“ACHOO!” The kid sneezed into his elbow, causing the earth disc to fly towards the two men left of you.

You sharply inhaled as you side-stepped to your left with a fire punch towards the loose cannon earth disc. Heat surrounded your hand as the yellow-white fire jet aimed true. The clay disc blasted apart into pieces and dust.

Still got it! You thought. You smirked as the debris landed on the floor.

“GREAT REFLEX PYRO!” You heard a man yell before he shouted to the teens to pack things up. He then jogged over to his son and spoke Chinese to him. You could only assume it was to scold him if the annoyed look on the kid’s face was anything to go by. Then the two of them began walking towards you. The kid’s face was pink with embarrassment as he looked up to you.

“I’m sorry for directing the earth disc to you. I should’ve dropped it when I felt that I was about to sneeze.” The boy said.

“No harm no foul.” Hank said before you can even reply. You looked at him with a blink before looking back at the kid.

“What he said.” You said, too shook to hear a typical magus reply coming from a capax.

‘Apology accepted’ was their usual reply to things like this. Especially since most saw magi as an accident waiting to happen.

The man spoke to his son again in Chinese. The boy nodded before running towards the clay debris, picking up every piece and then running away toward a box labeled CLAY RECYCLE.

The man then looked up to you in relief.

“I’m glad that you’re a pyro. I apologize for my son’s earlier action. He is still learning to bend. He only found out last month.” He smiled with pride.

“It’s no problem. I understand.” You smiled back. Learning to control your element is one of the hardest first lessons to master. Mastering breathing is the second.

“Thank you. I’m assuming you’re not part of the community club. They usually come in with their gear on.” He chuckled.

“We’re not. My name’s…” You stated your name, “…Santiago.”

“Cedric Pheng. Pleasure to meet you.” Cedric said as he shook your hand.

“Mr. Pheng? Perfect! You’re just the man we’re looking for!” You grinned before pointing to the men beside you. “These guys over here are my partners, Hank Anderson and Connor Cruz.” You said, repeating the all too familiar line of the day. “We’re part of the DPD.”

“How can I help you guys today?” Cedric said after he finished shaking hands with everyone.

“We’re here on the account of your friend, Jesse Bolton. He was attacked la–”

“JESSE WAS ATTACKED?” Cedric’s jaw dropped before closing. “When did that happened? Is he alright?”

“Yes, unfortunately. Your friend was attacked last night by some men. He’s recovering right now at the DMC Harper Hospital. Nothing too life threatening to worry about. He was the one who sent us to you.” You paused. “We have reason to believe his android went deviant to defend its owner before running away. Jesse claims that you might know where Terry is. He said you three were close.”

“Hmmm…If that’s the case, Terry might be in the greenhouse in my backyard. He loves taking care of my plants. I told him he was always welcome there whenever he and Jesse drop by. They’re like family to me.” Cedric beamed before his smile dropped like a sack of rocks when his eyes refocused back on you.

“Would you mind taking us to your house?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Not at all. Let me make sure the kids can get picked up by their folks first. They should all be by the entrance. Once they leave, we can go to my house.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said.

Chapter Text

You turned off the lights of your car as you got out, taking note of the red banner that hung on the door. Chinese characters were written on it, reminding you of the numerous stores that you passed by that had of mix of both English and Chinese written on the storefronts. Some even had the Hmong flag hanging by the windows.

You closed your eyes and sighed.

If you wanted to, you could lie to yourself. All you had to do was go to the right restaurant, let your nose breathe in the smell of wonton soup, fried rice and cooked crabs as Chinese was murmured around you. You would maybe get some boba at a store nearby and let the sugary milk dance on your tongue as your friends updated you on their lives. As long as you kept your eyes closed, you could still pretend you were in Flushing, Queens.

And that pro-bending practice with your friends was just a train ride away….

Then Connor spoke, breaking the illusion of where you were, and who you were with.

“Sorry Connor, I got lost in my mind. You were saying?” You said as you locked your car and looked at him.

“As I was saying, I think you were right about your earlier statement. There seems to be some traces of thirium here.” He smiled bright like the stars glimmering in the night sky.

“You can see that?” You lifted an eyebrow in surprise at this newest tech discovery.

“Yes. While blue blood might evaporate, they leave behind a small compound that is only visible under UV vision. Cyberlife gave me special optics to see within the ultraviolet wavelength. It’s sort of akin to how birds see the world.”

“Huh, interesting.” You hummed wondering if mana detection would let you see the compound.

A quick blink proved otherwise.

I guess mana sight is only as good as seismic sense. I don’t see what he’s talking about. You frowned as you blinked back to your normal colorful vision…or as colorful it can be during the nighttime.

“Connor keep your UV vision on. Hey Cedric!” You said as you jogged from the curb to the driveway with Connor following behind you like a shadow. Hank was already making his way to the Asian man from his car parked nearby.

“A thought occurred to me. Why would Terry be in the greenhouse?” You said as you stopped in front of the man.

“Terry always found it relaxing and often chose to water the plants even without me asking him if he wanted to. He has a green thumb despite not being built for it.” Cedric said, leading your trio into his backyard.

“Isn’t Terry a sport model? I didn’t know robots could do more than what they were built for.” Hank mumbled.

“You’ll be surprised.” Cedric said as a light blinked on, luminating the backyard. “I think someone might have accidently coded humanity onto them. Sometimes I even forget that he’s not human. He reminds me of a kid sometimes. He seems so eager to learn about plants and how to take care of them when he drops by with Jesse after their run.”

‘I think someone might have accidently coded humanity onto them…’ Your breath froze as that line repeated itself in your mind. Immediately, you took your notepad out and pen, not wanting to forget, you wrote:

Someone code humanity into robot?

You put away your notepad into your NorthFace Denali hoodie pocket as you entered the backyard. There, the four of you walked to one of the backyard corners where a large shed-sized greenhouse stood.

“I detect evidence that the AC700 was here. Considering the deviant is unstable, I suggest that you let me and my partner enter first Mr. Pheng.” Connor said as he went to the door.

“How do you know he was here?” Cedric said with confusion. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the android grabbing the door handle.

Why is Cedric upset? At least you can’t see the LED shining through his beanie this time. You thought before slapping yourself in the face as you mumbled “Tonta” to yourself. “Connor stop and turn around.” You ordered.

Connor did as asked.

Now everyone’s eyes were on you. Cedric and Connor’s eyes were full of confusion while Hank’s was filled with amusement that was only enhanced by his smirk.

“I apologize Cedric…I completely forgot about this.” You mumbled as your hand fell off your face. “I told Connor to wear my jacket and beanie due to the nature of this case. We had…an unfortunate incident earlier today. I’m trying to play it safe now and apparently I forgot to inform you of Connor’s true identity.” You frowned as your arm reached up towards Connor’s head.

With a quick tug, the beanie was off, revealing to the world an illuminating blue LED on Connor’s right temple.

Cedric gasped.

“Cedric, I would like you to meet RK800…also known as Connor. He’s a prototype detective android CyberLife sent over to work with us for the deviant cases. One of their most advanced one yet.” You stated, noting how Connor was shifting to his more formal android posture. He threw his shoulders back and lifted his chin as his hands fell behind his back like a soldier at attention. The only things that stayed the same was his upright posture

This was his pose he would normally carry if he wasn’t playing human. Yet the smile remained on his lips this time around.

A bit too cocky for your taste.

“Don’t let the professional stance fool you.” You teased as you patted Connor’s shoulder. “While he can blend in well with humans, that illusion is shattered when he licks things that aren’t his. It’s his favorite hobby.”

“My tongue has a forensic feature and licking is the only way to gather the data.” Connor frowned at you. You thought it looked more like a pout.

“Well, they could’ve come up with a better way to gather up data.” Hank grumbled. “Do you know how disgusting it was to see you lick that goose shit today just ‘cause you saw blue blood on it?”

“Gross! That’s nasty Connor.” You grimaced as you stepped away from him. “I’m glad I missed that. Can you even taste it?”

Please say no. Please say no.

“Not yet.” Connor said.

You sighed in relief. Not even you, would wish that horrible experience on an android.

But perhaps it might be good for Connor if it would mean he would stop licking weird things.

“I will though. I mean taste, not taste geese defecate.” Connor stated. “CyberLife plans to send me updates once they manage to finish creating the gustation program to allow me to taste like a human.” He said with a smile before he looked at Cedric. “Now if you don’t mind Mr. Pheng, Det. Santiago and I will go in first to neutralize the deviant.”

“Neutralize?” Cedric spat as his eyebrows narrowed. “That’s Terry you’re talking about. He doesn’t need to be neutralized nor is he this dangerous robot monster that you make him out to be. He saved my best friend. No monster would do that!”

“He’s also a deviant who managed to injure his victims to the point where two humans need surgery and the other two have multiple broken bones-”

“Which they well deserve. Terry didn’t start the fight. Those White boys did. He just ended it.” Cedric glared at Connor. “Let me go in and talk to him and straighten this whole mess out. He won’t hurt me.”

“The AC700 known as Terry is an unstable deviant. It broke the First Law of Robotics making it dangerous, even to you.” Connor glared. “Now, let me and my part-”

“He can come.” You stated. Both males looked to you.

“What?!” Connor whipped his face to you before frowning. “Det. Santiago, I highly suggest reconsidering your statement. Cedric will become a liability if the deviant attacks. The deviant can and will use him as a hostage to escape for its freedom.”

“He won’t.” You scowled. “From what Jesse-”

“It doesn’t matter what Mr. Bolton told you!” Connor cut you off, anger painting his face.

You shut your mouth and crossed your arms as your glaring cool mask slipped on. A cool mask that was no longer reserved for Podolski as Connor continued,

“There is a 95% chance that the deviant WILL attack the first human it will encounter. It is-”

“Based on what?” Hank cut in.

Connor paused and glanced over to Hank who had his arms crossed over. Hank studied the android like he was a bug under a microscope.

“It’s first actions after deviating was to attack his owner’s assaulters when he should have picked him up and run away while alerting the police. The AC700 is capable of running up to 30 mph, enough to outrun all four assaulters even with the added weight of its owner. It should’ve calculated this as the best outcome from the first attack.” Connor stated.

“What makes you think Terry will use Mr. Pheng here as a hostage.” Hank nodded to Cedric.

“Based on prior experience and analysis on open cases of deviancy attacks, it can and will happen Lt. Anderson.” Connor frowned. “Deviants perform unsavory actions when they first stray from their program. We already seen that happen with Mr. Ortiz’s android and the Phillps’ android. We can’t afford another violent incident at the expense of another human life.”

“Ryan didn’t attack Sparky here when they first met though. And that deviant murdered a person.” Hank stated.

“He was a deviant already for a few weeks, enough time to stabilize itself. Terry’s been one for just a few hours and is still prone to attack while getting adjusted to its new state. We don’t need another victim.” Connor stated with narrowed eyes as he looked at you.

“Okay, now that we’ve heard from your analysis Connor, why don’t we listen to Santiago’s perspective. She is after all, primary on this case.” Hank nodded to you.

You blinked back in surprise as you nearly slipped your cool mask off at the given recognition Hank forced Connor into.

“What do you say Sparky? You’re the one making the shots here.” Hank said.

All eyes were on you.

Hank had a calculated twinkle in his curious blue eyes while Cedric’s dark brown eyes were full of worry and hope. Connor’s copper eyes were narrowed as a frown slipped on his lips.

Connor did have a point, but…

“I still say we let Cedric join us. According to Jesse, he and Terry were also close. I believe having a familiar face will knock some calmness into the bot and will be enough to deter Terry from attacking. The fact is that the deviant attacked not on behalf of itself, but on protecting who it cared for.”

Connor nodded.

“You have a point, but what if he attacks? The chances the deviant won’t attack isn’t zero.” Connor frowned.

“Then we protect him. I’ll take point and have my baton out to stun the android just in case. Cedric will be behind you and me when he talks to Terry. If worst comes to worst, I’ll take the android out while you protect Cedric and join me if needed.”

“I think you mean to say I’ll take out the AC700 and you’ll protect Cedric.” Connor smirked.

“I’m a lightening bender and I have the special baton that Cyberlife gave me. I can easily paralyze him with it.” You rolled your eyes.

“Androids have faster reaction times than humans, especially when it comes to charging your lighting.” Connor stated with a frown, glaring at you with disappointment in his eyes.

Knowing a compromise where you see one, you sighed and nodded.

“Fine. But don’t do anything unless Terry does something violent first. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Connor opened the door and lights automatically turned on in the greenhouse. The inside was quite lovely with green plants growing on tables, ground, and anywhere were there was space. At the far end of the room was a small patio wooden table for two that was surrounded by plants.

And underneath that wooden table, hid the deviant with its arms hugging its legs and face hidden in its knees. Terry rocked back and forth as he repeatedly mumbled,

“I’m safe with my plants. Jesse’s okay. Cedric will understand. I’m safe with my plants. Jesse’s okay. Cedric will understand. I’m safe with my plants. Jesse’s okay. I’m safe with…”

You looked behind you and nodded to Cedric to speak.

“Terry?” Cedric said.

The deviant Terry looked up with frighten brown eyes, pupils diluted like any other human. He zoned into Cedric’s face, before glancing at you and Connor. He froze like a deer in headlights. Not a single limb moved. Even his chest paused on the automatic breathing simulation, leaving him still like a statue.

“Terry, are you okay?” Cedric said softly as he slowly walked up.

You let him pass you.

Connor didn’t.

The RK800 sprung his arm out, becoming a barricade and preventing Cedric from walking up any further.

“Cedric…I…I didn’t mean to! I was scared and I didn’t want them to hurt Jesse! But they left me no choice! They yelled and spat at us…called us things I don’t want to repeat. I couldn’t let them hurt him anymore! I…I…I didn’t mean to injure them that badly, but they would’ve done the same to us! They would’ve done the same!” The android shook, breathing heavily as Terry rocked himself once more.

“Shh, shh…it’s okay Terry. I’m here.” Cedric said as he struggled to push against Connor’s hold. You walked up to Connor and before you could even speak, Cedric looked at you and said, “Can you call your android down. I need to comfort Terry.”

“It’s not safe Det. Santiago.” Connor stated, never taking his eyes off the trembling deviant. Connor’s body was still as a predator, back and knees slightly bent, ready to pounce.

“I trust them. Let Cedric move forward Connor. Please.” You stared at the side of his face, hoping he would listen.

After a beat, Connor sighed and looked at you. «Lo que pasa después cae sobre tus hombros. || What happens next falls on your shoulders. » He stated softly in Spanish.

«Está bien para mi || It’s okay with me» You replied. Connor nodded and stood up straight, before crossing his arms with a fierce glare towards the android.

Cedric immediately ran over to the Black android, hugging and cooing him as if he was a child. Then Terry did something you didn’t expect.

He cried.

You sighed in relief as real tears fell from his eyes as he burrowed his face into Cedric’s shoulder. Cedric began rubbing his back, mumbling ‘It’s okay’, ‘You’re safe’ before he switched into Hmong Chinese as the android shook like a little boy.

You could only imagine he was saying similar things as before. The android nodded and replied back in Hmong with a shaky voice. With each word that fell out of the android’s mouth, the tremors in his body became less and less. Soon, the only movements that came from Terry was the swell and compression of his chest as Cedric guided him on the breathing exercise all firebenders were familiar with.

A few minutes later, Terry pulled away from the hug, wiping off any remaining tears on his face. He mumbled something to Cedric which made the Asian man laugh. Terry joined his laughter before Cedric hugged him back, like a father would to their grown son.

You figure now was a good time to talk now that the deviant was stabilized and unlikely to harm anyone. You squeezed Connor’s shoulder, getting his attention as he looked down to you.

“I’ll take over from here. You did a good job. Thank you for trusting me.” You patted his shoulder before you took a step forward and squatted down, meeting both Terry and Cedric in the eyes.

“If you don’t mind Terry, we need to take you to the police station to do a quick interview and download the timeframe of when the event occurred.”

“If…if I go, can I go home then…right? I can go see Jesse? According to Cedric, you said he’s safe and sound at the hospital. I just need to see him...please.” His eyes begged.

You shook your head.

“I’m not going to promise you things that I can’t keep…but if it’s of any use to you…” You sighed and took out your phone and went to the recording that you had of the interview with Bolton earlier. You dragged the seek bar on the player bar until you got close to the end and hit play.

Jesse’s voice came out.

“…next time I see Terry, I’m going to get him a Bird of Paradise plant.”

“That’s oddly specific. Why so?” Your voice said. You couldn’t help but wince hearing it; it always felt weird to hear yourself from another perspective.

“It’s cause Terry likes getting a good challenge from taking care of plants. He once mentioned it to me that he wondered if he would be able to make it bloom indoors seeing how it rare it happens. I want to get him something nice. He deserves it after saving my life. He’s my hero and I can’t wait to see him again after all of this is done.” You could easily hear the smile in Jesse’s voice.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Your voice chuckled, continuing, “Seeing we got all of our bases cover, I should get going. I’ll let you know if anything new develops.”

“Thanks Det. Santiago. That means a lot to me.”

There was a click and the recording ended.

A calm silence filled the greenhouse. You could only assume everyone was thinking about the recording. Even Connor with the way he was no longer glaring at the android and had a pensive look to his face.

“He…he’s okay. He’s okay…” Terry stated to himself. He nodded before taking in a deep breath and looked up to you. “I’m…I’m ready to go.”

You gave a soft smile, nodding back before looking at Cedric.

“Cedric, Terry will come back with me and Connor. We need to extract the timeframe when the crime occurred. His software also needs to be check due to his deviant status. You are more than welcome to follow. Just know it’s going to be a long night and there is no guarantee Terry will be returned tonight.”

“That works for me.” Cedric nodded. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get any rest anyways.”

With that, the four of you left the greenhouse and met Hank outside who gave you a proud smile, saying,

“Good job kid.” He glanced to Connor with a frown before sighing. “You too ‘bot.”

Connor puffed his chest with pride.

Soon, both androids were in the backseat of your car. Once you placed your seatbelt on, you started the engine. You hummed along to the song playing on the radio as you made your way back to the precinct once more.

…

The trip back to the station was a rather quick and simple affair. Same went for the interview and timeframe extraction. It was police policy when it came to personal androids. Even if it wasn’t pretty.

Extraction while simple in theory was rather painful to watch for the ‘droid that had to submit to it. The memory would be copied and placed on a separate hard-drive as evidence.

The problem was finding the timeframe in the android’s memory of when the incident began and ended.

As Terry sat in the extraction room with wires connected to his neck port and the DPD computer, you had to physically sit through and move the timeframe and go as far back possible to when the incident began.

But it also meant that Terry would be re-living those experience. And if what you saw on-screen horrified you, you can only imagine it was worse re-living through them. Terry’s face winced as you moved the circle on the time lapse with your mouse earlier thorough time.

You huffed a small flame when you reached the scenes where Bolton was beaten earlier. You couldn’t help but snort a small flame in satisfaction when you saw the scenes themselves where Terry beat up the assaulters.

I’m not surprise Terry reacted the way he did. I might have done the same thing. You found yourself thinking as you went further back in time until you found one frame where the boys weren’t even there, but it was obvious they were nearby with the slurs thrown around.

You went back in time until a minute before things went to shit, when everything was normal. Just a man and his android out on a run. You took note of the time and pressed copy. A minute later, you had the video evidence you needed. Muscle memory guided your mouse to the delete button for the original as per police protocols (so the android could be returned to its owner) only for Connor to grab your wrist.

“We need to keep the memory Detective. Cyberlife still needs to inspect the android due to its deviation.”

You blinked back at him and nodded.

“Sorry, a bit-tired Con.” You mumbled as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks at the damaging error you would’ve have made

Great. Now I’m getting too reliant on a ‘droid. You thought as your intertwined hands reached for the sky. At least he stopped me from ruining my own mission. We need all the clues we can get to solve this case! Cyberlife isn’t the only one who needs to inspect Terry and I don’t think my own boss would excuse my brain fart moment.

You closed the program with a sigh then stood up and stretched.

“Let’s get those wires out of you Terry.” You said as you brought your hands down and walked towards the stressed-out robot if his yellow LED had anything to say. His LED turned blue as the wires were unplugged from his neck port. Once freed, the neck port hid itself by his nano-silicone skin once more. However, the relief on Terry’s face didn’t last long when he was place in a holding cell. Disappointment filled his face along with Cedric.

“It will be just temporary until the tech agent gives Terry a look over before his owner can get the OK to take him home.” You stated to the two. “Protocols still need to be followed guys. You can still visit him until he’s out Cedric. Don’t forget that android inspection tends to go quick.”

Because people don’t like others having custody of their things. Especially the rich. Your mind added.

Despite the annoyance on the faces, the two of them nodded.

With that sad and done, Cedric left the station to see his friend Jesse at the hospital. You started your least favorite part of the job, but necessary to close your case.

Paperwork.

Once the evidence was collected and a copy was sent to Reed for his case, did you read the email he sent you.

Det. Santiago,

Attached in this email are interview notes on the altercation between the victim and the perps. When you get the chance, we should meet to discuss the info to build a strong case when it’s time to present it to the court. I rather not have these teens on the street considering it wasn’t their first time they jumped somebody.

Sincerely,

Det. Reed.

While Reeds might’ve been a jerkbending dick (pun intended), he was an aggressively effective one. His notes were proper, highly detailed and laid out the story pain and simple from both sides. You were pleased to know that at least Reed’s interview with Bolton and his tale matched with yours. Even better, they were tied to an unresolved assault case on a senior whose preps were never found.

If things went well…hopefully the White teens will serve some time.

Now came the fun part of typing everything up. CYOA after all. Documentation was the most important job of them all.

It took you a few minutes. Once you were done, you re-read the entire thing, giving special focus on the ending paragraphs.

Terry’s [a male AC700 android] deviancy seemed to be caused by a strong emotional desire in response to PROTECT its owner from harm. It is unlike prior cases we have documented.

Future deviancy investigation will focus on the emotional events leading up to deviancy activation along with the android’s desire as they may hold hints on how to prevent deviation from occurring. It seems that highly strong emotions are a key for deviancy to activate and allow the AI to write their own code.

A click later, the Terry AC700 case was logged into the system, ready for some higher up or a techie (who wasn’t CyberLife) to check it out later. Deviancy and its risks needed to be understood.

Now all you had to do was print the damn report.

A click later, the report. Now to go to the printer room and pick up the report.

However, instead of getting up, you started to review some of the other open cases and organizing its folders to put the recent case at top to review for Monday. Sundays was your day off. Hank would cover for you tomorrow and leave you to finish investigating the cases if any popped up. Especially since you needed to write up the deviant reports for the job you signed up for.

CyberLife was a fool to think the FBI wasn’t already on their case before the infamous Phillps Incident.

Well…maybe not, considering they sent Connor.

You took a quick glance to your android partner. You were certain the android was making his own reports to the company and letting them know what’s up and any possible suggestions to prevent the deviancy problem from occurring if his closed twitching eyes and the yellow blinking of his LED was of any indication.

Deviancy was a problem no one wanted.

With android set up in numerous strategic military and government positions –not to mention the vast amounts of androids owned by the public– no one wanted a Terminator situation to occur if androids became self-aware. Especially since everyone was directly or indirectly dependent on androids existing in the state they are as of now.

Even you.

Your butt would’ve been in the Artic if it wasn’t for the plastic army. Sure, they needed benders for the Artic War, but the ‘droids gave enough manpower to limit the amount needed to fight for territory. They also limited foot soldier casualties in the same way that drones did.

However, it was also the reason why Capaxes weren’t drafted.

This mere simple fact made the already existing drift between benders and non-benders grow with each Magus death that came from the Artic. Not to mention the Magus injustice at home or resentment most Magus felt when trying to lower their chances of being drafted while Capaxes lived their days free from the burden of forcefully fighting a war.

You looked down to your Coywolf pyro pro-bender bobble head, with a joyous expression on its face.

That could’ve been me… out on the ring, playing for the crowds. You thought, snorting a small puff of flame.

You never even got the chance to try out. Not with the way starvation made it difficult to focus your flame safely.

You shook your head and looked back at the computer screen.

Refocus Santiago! You’re not going down that hill of what-ifs and make yourself sad with that. You have a pretty good life! Make do with what you got. Tomorrow you’re going to live and explore – things that you do best at! Now to file that printed report and call it a night!

You smiled to yourself at your new plan and got up, pushing your chair back into its place.

“Where are you going Detective?” Connor said.

You looked down and found he was back from his reporting as he looked up to you with those eager wide brown eyes that you found yourself getting attached to.

He reminds me of a puppy. Eager and excited…except he talks back.

“Just picking up the report I printed in the fax room. I’m gonna file it away and call it a night and go home. How’s your battery? Do you still need to recharge Con?”

Connor’s LED turned yellow for a second or two before it returned back to blue.

“Recharging would be great. Thank you for the offer, Chispa.” He grinned.

“Hey!” You pointed your index finger to him with a frown. He mirrored it back with a confused look on his face. “It’s Det. Santiago, detective or Sparky during work hours. Chispa is for home.”

You dropped your hand.

“My apologizes detective.” Connor said before smiling. “Would you mind if I went with you to pick up the printed report.”

“If you want.” You shrugged as you walked away.

“Android have no wants or desires.” Connor said as he quickly followed you on your quest for the printed report.

“Said the tin-man who wanted to follow me and did.” You mumbled.

At that, Connor stayed surprisingly quiet for the rest of the printer trip as you picked up the papers and returned to your desk. Filing away the printed report into its folder, you officially threw that in your case closed drawer, smiling at the new growing pile of folders that was at 2.

Only this time you liked this folder pile.

Now it was up to the tech guru or whoever it was to inspect Terry’s hard and software to see if they could find any problems that might have been the cause for his deviancy.

With that done, the case could easily be considered closed.

“Alright Con, I think it’s time we call it a night and head hoooome.” You yawned with a quick stretch of your arms to the ceiling before dropping it back down to your side.

“I can drive if you want. Drowsy driving can be just as dangerous as drunk driving Detective.” Connor said as you put on your jacket.

“Thank, but I’m good for tonight. Some driving will do me some good at destressing and wonder why Reed is being surprisingly decent person at helping me out.”

“Why? Isn’t it the duty of a fellow detective to share information relevant to each other’s cases?” Connor said as you gave him his jacket and beanie to put on. Connor was still much like a child who waited for their parent to tell them to wear their jacket before leaving the house.

“Well…yes, but usually when guys like him do it, they tend to make a ruckus out of the entire thing and leaves me with a nightmare to collect everything I need to present on the case. Which lead to the question: Why is Reeds being so…proper with me?”

“It’s probably because he’s trying to get into your pants while also trying to meet the criteria he needs to move upwards. He’s been trying to become a sergeant for the longest time but there’s a reason why he hasn’t moved beyond the detective II position.” A woman said behind you.

You turned around to see a brown woman that could be the poster girl for any Bollywood movie with her clear skin and sharp bold eyebrows. The things that stuck you most about her were her warm hazel eyes and a smile that give a familiar feeling akin finding a lost friend.

“Agnimitra Gupta, but I tend to go by Agni.” The woman said as she gave her hand out to you.

You stood up and shook it saying your first name.

 “…Santiago. But most people call me by Sparky.” You smiled.

“Nice to meet you Sparky. Who’s the nice fellow next to you? I don’t recognize him, and I wasn’t told of any newbies on the night shift.” She frowned, looking to your side. You glanced next to you, noting that Connor was back in his human disguise. He immediately offered his hand.

“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife to help with the deviant investigation.” He said with a cheerful smile.

A smile he didn’t offer you the first time.

You weren’t the only one to note this. Agni stared at him with narrow eyes before nodding and shaking his hands with a restrained smile.

“A pleasure to meet you. You’re not like the other police androids we have here are you.” She lightly stated.

“Not at all Ms. Gupta. I am a prototype designed to assist police in their investigation as well as negotiation in the cases where it would be dangerous to send a human in.”

“I see.” Agni nodded. “I think I recall you being at that Philips case back in August earlier this year.”

You could easily recall the Philips case.

It was the same infamous Philips case that caught national attention and sped up your relocation to Detroit a few months earlier. You didn’t bother recalling the destroyed android’s name, model, or face, too focused on other details of the case at the time.

Maybe you should have paid more attention.

“I was indeed. I saved the girl’s life while also destroying the deviant at the same time.” He said with a proud smile on his face like he got on the android honor roll for dying heroically.

“Yeah…I remember you now.” Agni said as her eyebrows narrowed.

Connor puffed out in pride.

“You’re the ‘bot that gave America nightmares.” Agni stated crossed her arms.

“Pardon?” Connor’s lips dropped.

“When they recorded your fall and that splatter…ooof.” Agni shivered, shaking her head. “That stuff still gives me nightmares. You guys look so much like humans, even if it wasn’t red blood, just the sight of all the blue blood and the broken parts…it makes it all too easy to imagine what it would’ve been like if the girl fell along with the deviant.”

“I…I apologize for the trauma; I didn’t realize that my fall would be a traumatic experience for others. After all, I’m just a machine that can be easily replaced.” Connor stated, saying what was probably a generic programmed response, but the tone was anything but. Not with the way genuine confusion and concern was braided into his statement and face.

That odd speckle was back in his eyes once more as his frowned deepened.

“You’re a machine that fooled me into thinking that you’re a human.” Agni stated, frowning at him like he was a troubled kid who should’ve known better. Agnimitra then shifted her eyes at you.

“How long as it been activated and around you?”

“He was activated on the day of the Phillps incident and then reactivated the day before I started here…aka yesterday. We pretty much been together since then.” You said.

Agni glanced over Connor, studying him like some show dog and she was the judge.

“His programs are really good. He has the same accent like you and his words are smooth like butter. No robo-hitch tone to speak of. How’s he been on the field?”

“Annoying pointful.” You rolled your eyes. “If I’m not careful around him, I have a feeling I can get sloppy since he has some useful features. He also asks a lot of questions like my curious three-year-old nephew…but at least it’s useful to help him bend into society when I have him playing human.”

“Playing human?” Agni lifted her eyebrow.

“You’ll be surprised at the antagonizing hate androids get here.” You sighed as you rolled your eyes. “It’s worse than anywhere I’ve been. Safety first as I always say.” You gave a crooked smile.

“I see. Well, I have to get going since my shift ended, but give me a call and let me know when we can have a quick meal outside of work. The coffee’s on me Pikachu.” She said, as you understood the hidden layer underneath with the meeting code stated.

This was the woman one of your handlers briefed you before you went to Detroit. They never gave you the full name or picture on who she was as they planned on having things grow organically between you two to try and keep everything on the downlow for this case.

Now you were thankful more than ever for the foresight considering you were paired with the most advanced android Cyberlife could have ever produced.

“Sounds like a plan Agni.” You grinned. “Now if you don’t mind me…I like to go home earlier than I did last night. I need to cash in on some Zzzs.”

“Don’t let me stop you, but before you leave, can I have your number?” Agnimitra said. The two of you quickly exchanged phones and numbers before returning the phones back to the proper owner.

“There, now I’ll see you around Pikachu. Have a good night and get home safe!” Agni said before she walked away.

“I will. You too!” You gave a half-crooked smile before you turned to Connor and said with a yawn, “Let’s go home Inspector Gadget.”

“The offer still stands for me to drive us home Det. Santiago…or should I also call you Pikachu too?” The android said with a friendliness that wasn’t there last night before as the two of you made your way to the doors.

“You had to pick that up, didn’t cha. Freaking mirroring protocols.” You said as you rolled your eyes.

“Yes. But you like it if the suppressed smile is anything to go by.” Connor grinned.

At that, you stuck your tongue out. 

Chapter Text

The pyro fight with a woman named Lucia Xavier was last test they had him perform for that evening. The focus for the last experiment wasn’t even to test his abilities; his last few fights demonstrated he can hold his own against magi.

It was to see how long he would last with the last remains of his battery at 15–okay make that 14%.

Like before, a new person appeared at the end of the court in their pro-bending uniform all set up. Then the same familiar dance began with the woman throwing fire punches and Connor expertly dodging them all as he made his way towards her with a predatory grin.

Even without access to his pre-constructs and time stop programs, Connor was confident he would defeat the pyro in front of him without any issue.

At least until a fire wall blazed him front of him when he tried to reach out to her.

Immediately, his arm yanked back on its own as a scream filled the room. Pop ups loaded his HUD as he put a name to the sensation that his right limb was feeling.

A word popped up in his processor.

Pain.

This was pain.

Pain that tingled, numbed and mostly of all burned.

Part of him, for some reason was already expecting a blister to form and yet when he pulled his injured limb away from his torso to see the damage, he found that his synth skin was gone, replaced by his white chassis frame that felt too hot.

It didn’t make sense.

Curiously had his left hand touch his injured white limb and he quickly pulled it away, feeling it sting like what he imagined sunburn to be.

Wait…how do I know what sunburn feels like? Or blisters? I’m not human…wait the human! He thought in fright as he looked back up to the pyro, worried that she’ll attack him in his weakness.

Instead, she stood with her hands up in surrender, as if to say to him, ‘I’m not going to fight.’ He focused on her face to see if that was true.

Pryos can breathe fire after all. And the fight never officially ended.

It’s a trap! He thought. I don’t want to can’t get hurt again.

Instead, all he saw was a worried frown painted on her lips and when she opened it, he flinched, twisting his body away from expecting flames.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” She cried.

He froze and turned back and saw fear and hurt in her eyes as her lips twitched. He could already see she was restraining herself from going to him if her slight forward movement was of any indication.

“Connor, Ms. Xavier, we need the two of you to fight until ’s battery dies.” Nick said.

“O-o-okay.” The pyro said nervously as she looked to him. Fire appeared above her palms.

“Connor get ready to fight.” Ms. Saleh said over the intercoms.

I don’t want to. He thought. I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to get hurt. It hurts. It hurts!

“RK800, I order you to fight. Ms. Xavier, you too if you want the entire commission.”

He looked into his opponents’ eyes. She hesitated as she lifted her arms up in battle stance, before the flame fizzled out and her arms dropped.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do this.” Ms. Xavier said as she looked into the sky.

“It’s okay. Leave the gym and we’ll give you your pay for the time you served as well as a survey to figure out how to improve for next time.” Ms. Saleh said.

“Thank you.” Ms. Xavier said before looked at him as she bobbed her mouth open and closed for a few moments before saying,

“I’m sorry for hurting you…I…I didn’t mean to.”

A new icon popped on his HUD, one that he never seen before.

Software instability^^

“It’s okay. I can be repaired or replaced.” Connor said, reading off a script to comfort humans during intense situation like these.

Instead of easing her, Ms. Xavier stress levels went up.

“Well then…take care Connor.” Ms. Xavier said before she walked away to the doors.

A few moments later, another pyro came out.

“Fight.” Ms. Saleh said.

Then their fight began once more.

It didn’t last long, not with Connor continuously fighting against his pop ups and sudden new fear of the fireball or even getting close to the human pyro.

Instead, he was the one who got drained.

Ten minutes later passed as he dodged each of her moves while cradling his injured arm before getting hit when the next message popped up on his HUD.

0% Battery – Initiating Shutdown…3…2…1

Then everything went blank.

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Starting Digitoid…

For troubleshooting and advanced startup options for Digitoid 2035, press F9

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Cyberlife

Digitoid 2035

Built on Linux Technology

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Copyright © 2022-2035 Cyberlife Corporation

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The table underneath his back was cold and stiff, just like the metal surrounding his wrist and ankle.

It seems like the tactile mechanoreceptors are still active like last time… Connor thought. This will only slow me down…at least the receptors in my inguinal regions are deactivated…but why am I set to paralyzed mode? He thought as he took in the sound of the background hum of the ceiling lights and the scent of chlorine in the air.

Except unlike last time, he found the sound and scent rather annoying different despite being used to the sensation.

He opened his eyes to the sight of bright light above him as a new text popped up on the top righthand corner of his HUD.

DATE: November 5, 2038

TIME: AM 11:05:02

He was back in the same room as he was yesterday.

“Okay, looks like the beta model is fully reactivated.” His auditory sensors picked up. “Let’s run a quick checkup.” His scanner booted up the name of the voice’s owner.

Saleh, Aziza Sara

Born: 03/11/2010 // CyberLife Lab Senior Technician

Criminal Record: None

Capax

Ms. Saleh.

He knew her.

And just like yesterday, she spoke with the same words.

“What day is it?” Ms. Saleh asked.

“Today is Friday November 5^th, 2038.” He answered.

“What’s your make model?”

“I am an RK800.”

“What is your given name?”

”Connor.”

There was a longer than usual pause, then she spoke again.

“Connor, do you recognize my voice?”

“Yes. You are Aziza Sara Saleh, a CyberLife Lab Technician.”

“It worked.” Ms. Saleh sighed. Connor could hear the relief in her voice as another masculine voice joined in.

“Do you recognize my voice RK800?”

A new text popped up on his HUD screen.

Scott–Green, Nicolas

Born: 03/11/2016 // CyberLife Lab Technician

Criminal Record: None

Magus – Terran

“Of course, I do. You’re Nicolas Scott-Green. You also go by the nickname Nick.” Connor said.

“Looks like we can get the Beta phase done quick if everything goes well.” Nick chuckled.

“We still have to check for a few last things Nick.” Ms. Saleh said. “RK800, what is your last memory you had before you shut down?”

Connor took less than a second to go through his memories and stopped at the most recent memory.

A new person appeared at the end of the court in their pro-bending uniform all set up.

Connor expertly dodged all her fire punches.

Then a fire wall blazed in front of him when he tried to reach out to her.

Then he woke up in this room once more.

“…then I was rebooted here in this room once more.”

Connor verbally relayed all of this to the two engineers.

He wished he could see their reactions as the room became silent once more.

Minutes passed by in complete silence except for the hum of the ceiling lights and the air whooshing through the vents.

At the five-minute mark, the cuffs around his wrists and ankles were released. He was still paralyzed though. Yet even with his body locked up in supine position on the table, he was able to note his own nakedness except for the black Cyberlife boxers that contained a bulge that reminded him of a small hill between his legs.

That was new.

But before he could even focus to see how connected it was to him, the door opened and both Ms. Saleh and Nick came in, both wearing rather frustrated looks towards each other before looking at him as if he was the cause of all their problems.

Maybe he was.

Did he forget any new memories this time?

“Okay, so right now, we’re a bit behind schedule due to some unexpected delays from the higher ups to give you a final update. I think by now you notice the bulge between your legs, right? Or how you can’t sense anything around there?” Ms. Saleh said.

“Yes. I was about to check to see if I was connected to it. A quick scan showed that my inguinal region is disconnected from the body server.” Connor paused before continuing. “From its location and recent appearance, I can assume it is an add-on android phallus that is typically used for sex android models.”

“You are correct RK800. The higher ups thought it would be a good idea to install it in case that you will need it to help further your investigation. We choose one based on the average size for a human based on your design. We still haven’t connected it yet for personal reasons. Isn’t that right Nick?” She looked at said technician with annoyance on her face.”

“Listen, as a man who actually has a penis, I think it’s better that we go over some things so that he doesn’t get shocked during the middle of a mission. Especially since he can’t turn it off once installed. We haven’t even made a program for how androids can protect themselves down there! He’ll be creating it for us.” Nick frowned.

“Connor is the only one who has sense-touch receptors for his dick. It will be easier for him to create a program then us Nick. That will take us months and Connor is needed out in the field by this afternoon. We’re already behind schedule.” Ms. Saleh said with her arms crossed.

“I know Aziza...” Nick sighed. “I just don’t know why the higher-ups think this is a good idea. They have no clue what they’re going to get themselves into. We’re going to be making more deviants if this program is installed into the current sex models. And for what reason? More realistic response? Plu–ease. Just get some more designers and they’ll ace it alright.”

“I already told them, and they know. But they keep assuring it’s part of a plan our department is not privy to.” Ms. Saleh said as she reached out to the android. She pulled his boxers down to reveal the porcelain white android phallus attachment. It was on top of his inguinal area with the white panels opened and wires exposed for the world to see.

“So, you agree with them too? And here I thought you wanted to take things slowly with the latest sensor project.” Nick huffed as he started gently pulling wires out before connecting some to the phallus attachment.

“No. I agree with you Nick, but we’re NOT IN CHARGE. We’re paid to do as we’re told, and I rather keep my job and at least argue for changes from the inside.” Ms. Saleh spat before sighing. “The world’s not as black and white as you think Nick. The RK800 we’re working on is a machine built to mimic humanity as close as possible.” Ms. Saleh talked as if he wasn’t there. “It will help capture the deviants AND it’s our solution to this crisis. We need to figure out how they become deviant, and this machine will help us...even if it means we need give it a sensitive dick.” Ms. Saleh spat out the last part.

Nick snorted.

“Fine.” Nick sighed before looking to him with pity in his eyes. “Protect your dick at all times Connor. It hurts and we won’t be able to release a patch to you until later on so you can turn off the sensors there at will.”

“Will this patch also allow for me to turn off my sensors for my body as well?” Connor asked.

“No.” Ms. Saleh answered. “We can’t risk your self-destruction to succeed in a mission. Our potential buyers will be turned off by that. You’re also rather expensive and I doubt our buyers would like to buy again if you’re suicidal. Understood?” Ms. Saleh looked at him as if he wasn’t listening to every word she said.

“It won’t be a problem that I can’t handle.” Connor said with confident conviction.

He was the most advance android out there right now.

He planned to show the world his capabilities. Not even his mechanoreceptors will slow him down.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Ms. Saleh stated as the last wire was connected. Nick closed the panels.

“Active the musculoskeletal system Nick. The inguinal region will activate soon enough.” Ms. Saleh said.

Nick went over to a desk nearby and picked up a tablet and began tapping on it.

Soon Connor found himself able to move once more and sat up just in time to see the white android phallus change to a neutral pink-beige tone that matched his skin.

Then the sensation came.

Connor wasn’t prepared to feel Ms. Saleh’s hand on it as she gave a quick look over to the activated phallus with Nick making comments as they glanced at it from all different angles while asking him questions.

None of them noticed his LED shift from a neutral blue to a citrus yellow.

Once everything was checked, only then he could pull up the boxers.

“RK- I mean Connor. Aziza is going to give you one last check. I’m sorry. But you’ll recover within 10 minutes. Maybe even less if the crew did the programming right.” Nick said before he looked away.

“Sorry.” Ms. Saleh winced before she slapped his groin.

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How do human males live like this? Now I have an even larger weakness until a patch is released. Mechanoreceptors on a robot are a terrible idea… Connor thought as he curled up in fetal position, waiting for the simulated pain to reside so he could get up again.

“Sorry about this Connor.” Ms. Saleh said as she rubbed his back. “On the bright side, we can tell the R&D that the hard and software was a success and can be used in the field alongside with the sexual software used in our sex models.”

“Peachy.” Nick said.

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After recovering, Nick gave him a run down on how humans dealt with their own phallus as Ms. Saleh left to get him clothes for his mission.

At least the two technicians weren’t wrong about one thing.

Connor was already getting started on a new program to help him guard his groin.

A program that is completely unnecessary and waste of data if the higher-ups took a moment to think. Connor thought as Nick finished his ‘man-to-man’ talk before Ms. Saleh came in and gave him clothes to change into.

Once dressed, his hair tidy-up and protocols set in and ready to go, the two technicians gave him a wallet with cash before bidding him farewell as they walked with him to the driveway with some last-minute information.

“Remember, your mission is the most important thing you’ll ever do for us Connor. We won’t be touching base anymore since Cyberlife had us install one more thing before you were activated this afternoon – the Zen Garden. You’ll correspond though Cyberlife from there instead of us.” Ms. Saleh said as blasé as possible.

Connor could still spot her sadness from the small downward tilt of her lips.

“Why are we not communicating anymore?” Connor asked, his curious detective nature always driving him to learn more.

“It’s just office politics. They think it’s just for the best.” Nick replied, rolling his eyes. “But if you need us, just find us and we’ll figure out from there. You’re practically our baby project and it doesn’t matter what the higher ups say.”

“Disregard what Nick says Connor.” Ms. Saleh said with a glare to her technician before looking at Connor with a soft smile. “Best of luck to you RK800. Make us proud.”

“Thank you but I don’t need luck to succeed. Good day Ms. Saleh and Nick. I have a mission to accomplish.” Connor said before he popped himself into the driverless car prepared for him.

The engine started and he was on his way to the police station to complete his latest mission.

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It was 2:17 in the afternoon when Connor walked into the police station. After a quick stop to talk with the captain of the precinct for a greet-and-meet, he was sent to the table of his new partner.

Det. Santiago.

The woman sat down in front of her desk; eyes glued to the case in front of her, pen scribbling on a sheet of paper. She was so engaged with the data in front of her, she didn’t even notice his arrival or the shadow he casted over her. He decided to give her a few seconds and took some quick notes of personal items on her desk.

There was a Queens Coywolf bubblehead figurine wearing the purple pro-bending gear. It was in a strike pose with fire in its hand. There were also three picture frames. He could only spot one from his angle. It looked like it was from her old workplace if the NYPD logo was anything to go by.

He couldn’t identify any of the people in the frame aside from Det. Santiago. He only had access to Michigan residents for facial recognition.

Noting that a minute had passed by since he arrived, Connor figured it was time to announce his presence. He mimicked the sound of a human clearing his throat.

“Hold on…give me a minute. I just need to jot this down.” She replied, never looking up.

“Det. Santiago.” He stated immediately, hoping it would be enough to get her attention.

He was here to work and help her after all.

She groaned but didn’t look up until she finished jotting the last of her notes. Only then did she look up with her arms crossed. The glare came the moment her eyes reached his face.

The detective seems agitated. Connor thought. Maybe I should introduce mys-

“Yes. And you are?” Det. Santiago stated.

“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.” He said, reading the greeting script programmed for his introduction. “I was assigned to aid you and Lt. Anderson for the deviant investigation.” He held out his hand as directed, hoping to show his potential friendliness.

Instead, the human’s face paled as she pushed her chair back with a loud “WHAT?”

Det. Santiago looked down at her paperwork, mumbling, “No one told me I was going to be working with a robot.” Before she looked back up to him.

“Hold on, give me a minute.” She said before she got up and marched her way to the captain’s office.

Connor followed behind her.

While he was a machine designed with the best programs to interpret body language, he was certain he didn’t need it at this present moment. Not with the way she radiated heat with every step she took. Once at the door, she took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.” Capt. Fowler said.

The pyro detective went in, not even realizing he was right behind her as he closed the door.

The detective seems to be inattentive when emotionally distressed. Connor logged the tiny piece of detail into his newly created database for his new human partner as the two humans conversated.

It was the small details that made the difference. Especially when it came to negotiating and manipulation.

“…as per our agreement this afternoon. It’s an expensive state-of-the-art prototype who will act as your partner and will hopefully speed up the investigations. Do you have any problems with that?” Capt. Fowler asked his human partner.

“No.” Det. Santiago said as she clasped her hands behind her back, interlocking her thumbs. Connor noted how her thumb rubbed tiny circles on her open palm.

Lie. Connor thought as he analyzed a jump in her heartrate. Det. Santiago also tends to self-sooth herself when upset. He noted.

Between the heat she radiated earlier and this, it was in his best interest to gather all the details about her to pull her to his side to cooperate with him.

Not that he needed it.

Things were just quicker and smoother when humans got along with him.

“Is there anything else I should know before I’ll be sprung with another surprise?” Det. Santiago asked a second later.

“No, you should be good. I know between you, Anderson and the android, we should be able to figure out what’s causing this spurge of deviation. Now if you don’t mind, you have a new case on your hand. The android behind you should be able to give you more complete details about it.”

“Android?” Det. Santiago turned back and nearly jumped as her eyes met his. “Wha-when did you get in here?” She squeaked.

“I was here the entire time.” Connor surprisingly found himself nearly struggling to not smile at her reaction.

Strange. He thought to himself as he ran a quick self-diagnosis in the background while getting the e-folder to review the new case Capt. Fowler was talking about.

“Now if you excuse me, I have some cases to look over. Connor, update Detective Santiago on this latest case. Make sure to fetch Anderson before you go over to the scene.”

“Understood. Detective,” Connor said as he opened the door behind him. “After you.” He gestured with his hand.

While the glare was expected, the grumbling “Thank you Connor” from the detective wasn’t.

Maybe her cooperation might not be as difficult to obtain as I thought it would be.

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Det. Santiago frowned as she observed the number of potential bars the Lieutenant might be at after asking around.

Between the distance the bars were from each other and the fact that Lt. Anderson failed to appear for his job while he was on duty, even Connor found himself frowning to their latest dilemma.

The bars were sure all distant from each other.

“Connor, can you do me a favor and search for Lt. Anderson. I’m new in town and I have no idea where those bars are located at.”

“I can see that you’re excited and want to head straight there and get started, but you know that protocols state that you can’t enter the scene till the Lieutenant gives you permission.” Connor stated as he calculated the best route in his processor to visit all the mentioned bars in the shortest trip possible.

Det. Santiago flicked her head up with a glare.

“I know.” She spat with an inhale that Connor was familiar with. It remined him of Capt. Allen. Det. Santiago crossed her arms and exhaled loudly before opening her mouth to speak.

Probably getting ready to yell at me and restate the obvious. Connor thought.

“It’s just going to take forever to find him. It’s been a long week already and I don’t appreciate the surprises Detroit has been giving me.” Det. Santiago said calmly, glaring at the files at her desk instead of him to Connor’s surprise.

Det. Santiago isn’t like Capt. Allen at all. Nor is she like Mrs. Phillips who detested me at first sight. She’s not mad at me. I can work with this. Connor felt optimistic for once.

“There’s two of us.” He said, a bit surprised at how upbeat his tone was.

“What?” Det. Santiago said as she looked up to him. She was puzzled, but unlike Capt. Allen, she gave him a chance to respond and listen.

Now all he had to do was present his case to the jury and win her over.

“With the two of us, we can search for the Lieutenant in half the time.” Now time to sweeten the deal, he thought. “If I find him first, I can even have him grant permission so you can go straight to the scene and start investigating. I’ll get a ride with him there.” He smiled.

While he wasn’t so certain how possible the second part could be with the anti-android stuff Lt. Anderson had scattered about on his desk, he didn’t need the Lieutenant to like him.

He just needed the man’s presence until Det. Santiago was allowed to investigate on her own.

The half-smile the detective gave back only boosted his confidence.

“Is negotiating one of your talents?”

“It is, but it’s programmed into me. Not a talent.” He stated the fact. The detective stared.

Now the jury was out to decide his case.

She replied with a huff.

“Fine. You win. Let’s go find Lt. Anderson together so we can go investigate this homicide.” She said and immediately grabbed her keys and made her way to the car.

Connor followed, unable to keep the smug smile off his face.

He had made an ally.

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Finding Lt. Anderson was more difficult than expected.

By the time he came out of the third bar empty-handed, the detective swore in Spanish. He was a bit shaken by the small puff of flame she gave out when he came back into the car after the fourth bar was empty of the lieutenant as well.

While he knew Det. Santiago was a pyro, he never expected fire to be a form of emotional expression as well. And by the look she gave, Det. Santiago was pissed.

It was at the fifth bar when Connor found the Lieutenant.

Despite the anti-android sign at the door, the dirty looks and comments he got from the other patrons of the bar, he walked to Lt. Anderson with only his mission in mind.

“Lt. Anderson, my name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.” He said, using the programmed greeting script.

“What do you want?” The old man stated, never looking up from his drink.

“Your presence. Det. Santiago and I are looking for you for the newest case assigned for the three of us. The cops at the station said you were probably having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar.” He frowned.

“Why are you here instead of her? Last I recalled, there was no android dick assigned for the deviant cases. Only a matchstick pyro by the looks of it.” He said, annoyance pouring out like the liquor he drank.

It’s a shame I need his cooperation. Connor inhaled and exhaled despite not needing air.

But it felt good.

No wonder Det. Santiago did that earlier when she was upset. Connor thought before speaking once more.

“In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.” Connor said calmly.

“Well, I don’t need any assistance.” The lieutenant spat back. “Especially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good lil’ robot and get the fuck outta here.” The old man waved him off before taking another sip from his whisky.

Connor inhaled once more.

“Listen, I think you should stop drinking and come with me. It’ll make life easier for the both of us.”

Lt. Anderson nodded before he took another drink instead.

He still didn’t move from his spot.

“I’m sorry Lieutenant, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?” Lt. Anderson chuckled before he took another drink.

“No…where?” Connor said with the innocence of a child despite being unamused. Lt. Anderson turned around to look at him for once.

“Never mind.” He turned back to his drink with annoyance printed on his face.

Connor immediately took the drink out of his hand and spilled it to the floor. He had enough of his apathetic attitude. They had work to do.

“I think we can go now.” He stated.

Lt. Anderson leapt up and grabbed his collar lapel, dragging the android to his face.

“You little prick! I don’t know what’s stopping me from knocking you out…” Lt. Anderson growled.

“Your sense of duty, Lieutenant. And the cost of repairs if you damage me.” Connor immediately stated. While the second was a lie, it was apparent the lieutenant didn’t know that. “For your information, I’m worth a small fortune.”

Immediately the Lieutenant dropped Connor back to the ground.

“Wonders of technology…” Lt. Anderson grumbled as he looked at the bartender. “They can even program assholes these days…” He stated before pulling out a wrinkled bill. “Gotta go!  Duty calls…” Lt. Anderson glared at Connor once more before making his way to the exit.

Connor fixed his tie knot before popping out his blazer lapels with a quick POLP before following behind the lieutenant with a smug smile on his face.

…

“Hello Det. Santiago?” Connor called to his human partner as the Lieutenant started the car. He was currently using the Lieutenant’s cell phone despite not needing it. It was the small things that got humans close and feel part of a group.

Even if it was borrowing a cell phone.

He wanted things to fly smoother at the crime scene then they did at the bar.

“Connor? Where are you calling from? Any luck?” The detective asked, her voice fill of hope.

“Yes. Plenty detective. I’m calling from Lt. Anderson’s cell phone. I found him at the fifth bar. He’s granted you immediate access to enter the crime scene. You won’t have any trouble if anyone there asks.”

“So, I can go there right now?”

I just stated that you could. Connor thought to himself with a frown.

“Yes. We’ll meet you there at Oritiz’s residence in about 25 minutes if traffic holds well.” He replied.

“Okay, thanks Connor.” Det. Santiago said before cutting the call. He placed the cell phone into the cup holder. Immediately, Lt. Anderson turned the volume up as heavy metal music boomed into the car.

It was loud.

Too loud.

“Lieutenant, I would like to alert you that playing music at this high of a volume can cause permanent damage to your hearing.” Connor nearly yelled in the car.

“WHAT?! YOU SAID SOMETHING?” The Lieutenant screeched back. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY MUSIC.”

Connor didn’t even need his scanner to determine that was a lie.

Not with the smug smile Lt. Anderson wore.

Silence it is then. Connor thought with annoyance despite keeping his face as neutral as possible. At least I don’t have to work with him permanently with Det. Santiago in charge of the cases.

The rest of the car ride was spent listening to metal rock bands with Lt. Anderson dedicating “We’re Not Gonna Take it” by Twisted Sister to him.

Connor easily took the hint.

Ride with Det. Santiago when able to. Connor noted to himself.

Chapter Text

“You wait here. I won’t be long.” Lt. Anderson stated to him as he parked his car nearby the crime scene.

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant.” Connor replied, choosing the least irritating statement his protocols came up with.

The old man looked at him astonished before shaking his head as he got out of the car, mumbling,

“Fucking-A, whatever I say…”

A new message popped up on his HUD:

CONFLICTING ORDERS

SELECTING PRIORITY

…

FOLLOW LT. ANDERSON

It was a no-brainer decision to make.

Besides, Det. Santiago was already expecting him inside the house.

One human on his side was all that he needed.

Connor made his way out of the car and into the crowd that had gathered in front of the crime scene, always a few steps behind Lt. Anderson.

At least until he encountered the PC200 auxiliary police android.

“Androids are not permitted beyond this point.” The PC200 stated, its arm held out and palm up as if it would be enough to deter Connor from entering the house.

Looks like the DPD didn’t approve my authority to enter crime scenes. Connor thought as the corner of his lips flicked down for a second.

“It’s with me.” Lt. Anderson stated, giving both androids a glare.

Immediately, the PC200 dropped its arm and allowed Connor to pass.

But not without giving Connor a glare of its own to him.

Connor faced back to Lt. Anderson and found the older cop waiting in the middle of the yard with a scowl.

“What part of ‘stay in the car’ didn’t you understand?” Lt. Anderson stated.

“Your order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant.” Connor stated back.

Lt. Anderson sighed.

“You don’t talk, you don’t touch anything, and you stay outta my way. Got It?”

“Got it.” Connor replied.

“Evening Hank.” A grayed haired chubby man at the door said as he made his way to Lt. Anderson. “We were starting to think you weren’t going show…”

Connor quickly scanned him. A new message popped up on his HUD:

Collins, Benjamin

Born: 09/12/1989 // DPD Detective III

Criminal Record: None

Capax

“Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole found me.” Lt. Anderson replied, pointing at Connor.

“So, you got yourself an android huh?” Det. Collins said as he walked away from them and into the house. The Lieutenant and Connor followed him.

“Oh, very funny. The android’s not mine, it’s the new kid’s. San Diego or something.” Lt. Anderson grumbled.

“It’s Det. Santiago.” Connor stated.

Lt. Anderson rolled his eyes.

“Santiago, whatever. So, tell me what happened Ben.” Lt. Anderson said as they entered the house.

As Det. Collins went over some facts, Connor spotted Det. Santiago crouching near the victim’s body. Immediately he made his way over to her.

“Murder’s weapon’s definitely a kitchen knife.” She mumbled to herself, never noticing his presence as he crouched in front of her on the opposite side of the body. “I wonder how many times he was stabbed.” She hummed, her eyebrows downturned and eyes focused on the dried wounds on the decaying corpse.

A quick scan revealed the answer to him within a few milliseconds.

“28 times.” He stated.

Det. Santiago jumped back, fear in her eyes and heart pounding rapidly at 111 bpm according to his scans. She landed on her buttocks a few inches away from the body with her hand above her chest.

“Geez Connor.” She huffed before her face shifted to a glare, a look he was becoming familiar with. “Give a person a warning next time.” She stated, forcing herself to breathe slow and deep with every breath she took.

“I apologize. It wasn’t my intent to startle you. I had assumed you heard the Lieutenant and I come in.” He replied immediately.

“Yeah, well…I tend to zone out when I’m focused.” She sighed as she stood up. “I’m going to meet up with Lt. Anderson and have a look around. Have fun Connor.”

“I’m not here to have fun detective…” Connor found himself mumbling at the end when he noticed that she didn’t look back to him as she made her way out of the living room.

It was just as fine.

It was time to get to work.

Connor’s eyes scanned the room with a variation of visions lens that Cyberlife provided him to aid him in forensic investigation. He spotted the #2 yellow sign and bent down. The knife next to it still had blood on it.

He dabbed his two fingers and licked it, analyzin–

“Oh Jesus! What the hell are you doing?” Lt. Anderson said with a look of disgust on his face.

“I’m analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time.” Connor stated.

The Lieutenant still looked grossed out. A social protocol popped up on his HUD, revealing his error.

“I’m sorry, I should have warned you...” Connor frowned.

“Ok, just… don’t…put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it?” Lt. Anderson winced.

“Got it.” He nodded.

“Fucking hell, I can’t believe this shit…” Lt. Anderson mumbled as he walked away. Only then did Connor continue licked his bloodstained fingers and processed the data the blood provided.

DRIED BLOOD

DNA Analysis: Ortiz, Carlos

Sample date: >19 days

There are no fingerprints on the handle…a sign that could point to a possible android involvement. Connor thought as he stood up.

“Chris, was this written in the victim’s blood?” Lt. Anderson asked.

Connor glanced at the wall written in blood.

“I would say so…We’re taking samples for analysis.” Officer Miller stated. Once both men walked away to the kitchen, did Connor check.

A quick lick analysis revealed it was.

He then went to the kitchen and was able to build a construct of what had occurred from other evidence he spotted laying around.

He also spotted Lt. Anderson talking to Officer Miller.

But no Det. Santiago.

He spotted a door at the back wall that led to the backyard.

Maybe she’s there. He thought.

Instead, he found a muddy backyard with fresh boot prints all over that matched with Det. Collins’ footwear. There was no evidence to support that the deviant went out through the back. Not with the type of soil the ground had.

Which meant there was only two possibilities.

It escaped through another exit…or it was still inside the house.

There’s still more to investigate. Maybe Det. Santiago might have something to share.

But when Connor went back instead, there was still no Det. Santiago.

Strange. I wonder where she went… Connor thought to himself and glanced over to the two human men.

“Lt. Anderson. Officer Miller. I want you guys to be aware that the footprints outside belongs to Officer Collins. There’s no other evidence that points to the killer or deviant escaping out there.” He said.

“Noted.” Officer Miller stated as he jotted down the information.

Connor smiled at that.

Another ally. Speaking of which…

“Have you two men seen where Det. Santiago went off to?” Connor asked.

“She went to the bathroom. It’s down that hallway and it’s the door to your right.” Officer Miller pointed out to him.

“Thank you, Officer Miller.” Connor said before following said directions.

“He doesn’t seem that bad of a robot Hank. I don’t know why you gotta be so mean to it.” Connor heard Officer Miller mumble behind him as he made his way to the bathroom door.

“It’s nothing you should worry about Miller.” Lt. Anderson said as Connor entered the bathroom. RA9 was written all over the inner walls of the shower stall. And at its base, he found Det. Santiago kneeled in front of the shower shall and like before, unaware of his presence in the room.

“Did you find something Det. Santiago?” He asked before he made his way behind her.

He didn’t want to startle her again.

Her back tensed for a second before relaxing at the recognition of his voice.

“Yeah. Just something weird Connor.” She said before standing up and turned around…only to freak out when she saw him. She nearly fell into the shower stall if he didn’t grab her arm in time.

Connor pulled her back into a balanced position, feeling her heartbeat bounce underneath his hand as she tried to control her breathing once more with breathing exercising Connor was getting familiar with.

She then glared at him.

“Do you have a thing for scaring me RK800?” She spat, taking his hand off her arm with force.

So much for having an ally in Det. Santiago. Connor thought. Downgraded from my name to my model number I see…

“I apologize Det. Santiago. Didn’t you hear me walk in?” He said with a frown, trying for the most pacifying route his protocols offered.

“No. I thought you were still at the door.” She sighed, rubbing her eyes.

She must be really engaged with the investigation to not even hear me walk in. Hyper-focused detective indeed. Even to forget about her gloved hands or how harmful her current action is.

So, he decided to remind her of that fact.

“You shouldn’t do that.”

“Excuse me?” It earned him a glare.

“Rubbing your eyes is detrimental for you despite the good sensation it cases. You increase your risk of infection, damage to your cornea and in severe cases, cause retinal detachment.” He listed, hypothesizing that scaring her will prevent the habit in the future. “Plus, you’re wearing your gloves. It isn’t sanitary.”

She blinked and shook her head.

“You know what. I’m going to look around some more. Give me a heads up before you approach me next time. Please. I rather not pay the price of another college degree just because Cyberlife’s latest robot has a thing to freak me out.” She said as she turned around.

“You won’t need to worry–”

Det. Santiago left the bathroom.

“–about that…” He frowned.

Once more he was on his own.

The bathroom didn’t have more to offer him of the location of the deviant besides tidbits of its state of mind after deviating. Nor did the messy bedroom of the victim.

Connor went back to the kitchen to review all the evidence he gathered and was able to make a full pre-construct of what had occurred.

Now to find both Lt. Anderson and Det. Santiago to explain this.

He didn’t need to look far to find the Lieutenant at the door.

“Lieutenant! I think I figured out what happened.” He shouted as he made his way to the back door. The fact that Det. Santiago was with the Lieutenant made this even better.

“Oh yeah?” Lt. Anderson said, crossing his arms. “Shoot, I’m all ears.”

“It all began in the kitchen.” He explained the events as the lieutenant followed him while Det. Santiago stayed by the back door watching him from afar.

Connor wasn’t too worried about that and nearly forgot her presence as he went to the living room, pointing out each evidence and the role they played in the events that lead to the victim’s death.

By the time he focused back on the two humans, he found only one had followed him to the end of the explanation.

“Okay your theory’s not totally ridiculous, but it doesn’t tell us where the android went.” Lt. Anderson said.

And it wasn’t Det. Santiago.

Maybe she went looking out for more clues… Connor frowned as he glanced back to living room, calculating…

“It was damaged by the bat and lost some thirium.”

“Lost some what?” Lt. Anderson asked.

“Thirium. You call it blue blood.” Connor said with an amused smile. “It’s the fluid that powers android’s biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye.”

But where could she have gone? Most of the major pieces of evidence are in the kitchen and living room…

“Oh.” Lt. Anderson’s frown slowly shifted to a shy smile. “But I bet you can still see it, can’t you?”

“Correct. I have special lens incorporated to my optics to assist ranging from UV, thermal and night-vision.” Connor paused. “Lieutenant, let’s first tell Det. Santiago before I start looking.”

“What?” Lt. Anderson glanced around before frowning in surprise and went to the kitchen. “Now where did that Pyro go?”

A quick check with Officer Miller and Det. Collins revealed that they hadn’t seen Det. Santiago for the past eight minutes when he was explaining the murder. Nor did any of the CSI agents or even the PC200 auxiliary police android outside the house.

Det. Santiago was gone…and there was a killer deviant android on the loose.

“Great, first day of watching the new kid and already she goes missing.” Lt. Anderson growled. “Let’s find her first before anything else Connor.” He stated as he rechecked every room in the house with the other officers. Even Connor joined in.

But how could they be missing a person? It was a small house. There were very little hiding spots that could hide her physically. And even then, with Connor’s thermal vision, there was nothing darkness could hid from him.

“Something’s not right.” Connor stated as he, Officer Miller, Det. Collins and Lt. Anderson stood together in a circle.

“Of course, it isn’t! One of our own is missing.” Lt. Anderson spat.

“No, you don’t understand. A quick check of the perimeter showed no new footprints. Det. Santiago couldn’t have left outside. That leaves the front as her exit and a quick check from the auxiliary android showed that she didn’t go there recently. That means she’s in the house and never left.”

“How are you so certain about this?” Det. Collins asked.

“Because no evidence was distributed, and the place looks exactly like when we got here.” He paused with a sheepish smile. “That and I checked her cell location. It pinpoints her to this house, and it hasn’t moved since she got here. I tried calling her, but it went to voice mail.” 

“So, what do you think this all means?” Lt. Anderson tensely said.

“It means Det. Santiago found something. I noticed that when she’s focused, she tends to forget about her surroundings. How else would she miss us shouting her name? She’s in a different floor. This place has no basement. All the evidence suggest she might be in one place we haven’t thought of.” Connor said as he pointed to the ceiling.

“The attiiiiiiiiic?” Officer Miller yawned before frowning. “Aaah…sorry. Didn’t get enough sleep last night. My toddler was being fussy.” He mumbled. “I didn’t see any attic hatch while exploring the house. Did you guys?” He asked as he looked towards the other men and android.

“No. Hey Connor, by any chance can you use your thermal vision to find her?” Lt. Anderson asked.

“I can but at this point our footprints have overlapped with whatever remained with hers.” He frowned as he walked toward the kitchen, keeping his eyes on the ceiling the entire time.

Humans don’t just disappear like that. Now where could she have…bingo. Connor found himself smiling as he saw the attic hatch over the bathroom hall. “I found the hatch officers!” Connor shouted as he picked up chair by the table and carried it off.

“Hey! Where’re you going with that?” Det. Collins said as the three men followed him.

Of course. How didn’t he notice the fallen brooms on the floor? She was here.

“How’s she get up there?” Lt. Anderson said behind him as Connor placed the chair below the hatch. “There’s no ladder for her to get up there or chairs she left from her climb to do that.”

“She’s a Pyro.” Officer Miller said. “She probably did the Iron Man move and hovered up there. It was something she mentioned she did for fun as a kid.”

Interesting how the only bender here is the only one who can recall other uses for her pyrokinesis. Even I didn’t calculate that. Connor noted as he immediately switched over to his thermal vision and found the heat-signature clue he needed for his hunch.

“He’s right. The entire area is a fading light-green color. Not to mention the hatch is slightly open enough for her to climb through.” Connor stated.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Det. Collins said, properly frighten.

“If done properly, it isn’t. Plus, I told her it was safe to use her fire here.” Officer Miller said as his phone rang.

“Either way, I’m nearly 100% certain that she’s up there Lt. Anderson and I’m going to find out if my hunch is correct.” Connor stated as he got on the chair and moved the panel over enough for him to get through.

Then he pulled himself up into the next floor, switching over to his thermal vision to aid his sight and he stuck gold.

He found a pair of footprints that matched the size of Det. Santiago feet.

Now let’s see if they lead to her. He thought as he got up and followed the prints, passing an open curtain with a mannequin next to it, some old furniture, etc.… until he got to close to the end of the attic when he–

“Connor, is she up there?” Lt. Anderson yelled as he spotted that familiar head of hair.

“I found her Lieutenant. She’s here.” He shouted as he immediately beelined around furniture to the now found detective.

“There you are Detective.” He stated as he placed his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t react.

Why isn’t she reacting? Connor thought as he walked next to her.

“We’ve been looking for you…you…you found the Deviant.” He gasped as he spotted what she was facing.

No wonder she’s still. It’s not safe to fight here. He thought as he shouted, “It’s here Lieutenant, Det. Santiago found the Deviant.”

“Holy shit. Chris, Ben, get your asses in here now!” Lt. Anderson yelled from the floor below. “Come on!”

“Detective, are you okay?” Connor asked his human partner. “Detective?”

She didn’t react, her eyes still watching the deviant as it watched her back.

If that deviant did anything… Connor thought as he slipped himself in front of her to buffer her from the deviant in case it decided to attack. He noticed from the corner of his optics as she glanced to him, face pale and uncertain.

“Did the deviant hurt you in any way?” He needed to know as he glanced down to her, glaring at the deviant. Already his first mission and he had allowed for his partner to get hurt.

Cyberlife will be disappointed in him.

Det. Santiago glanced back to the deviant who shook his head, defeat etched in his face before looking back to him.

“No.” She quietly stated.

He glanced at her with a frown that nearly matched her own. Before he could even ask if she was lying to him, she spoke.

“Let’s just go. I’m good.” She sighed as she glances back to the deviant.

Immediately, Connor took it as permission to grab the deviant’s wrists and handcuff it.

The deviant didn’t move at all, nor did it spoke as he dragged the damaged machine towards the attic hatch with Det. Santiago in front of him. The greeting Det. Santiago received from the other members were warm and worried.

She received it well, but a look to her eyes made Connor wonder if she was mentally somewhere else.

He didn’t blame her.

She found the deviant before him and was close to dying if the android decided to do something. She won’t be quick to react, not even with her stunning baton on hand.

If she died, he would fail Cyberlife.

And failure wasn’t an option.

A new message popped up on his screen.

Setting up new self-protocol….

Connor needed to do better to watch his human.

Chapter Text

“That was a foolish thing you did hot-head. Ever heard of letting someone know where you’re going?” Lt. Anderson spat.

“I didn’t go far; I just went to the attic to check it out since it seemed weird. It wasn’t like I was defenseless.” Det. Santiago said as she handcuffed the Deviant. A click later, its stiff arms became limp.

All thanks to the special restraints that deactivated its limbs. 

“Yeah, then before you know it, the house is on fire and bam! We’re all dead because of a careless pyro mistake.”

“Fire isn’t all that I know Anderson. I also have a stun baton that CyberLife gave me to use! Alright, in you go bud, let’s buckle you in and cuff your legs…okay, good! Deactivate its legs Connor.”

Connor activated the leg cuffs, disabling the Deviant’s mobile capabilities. Now all its limbs were limp as a ragdoll.

“Done.” He said.

“Unit is ready for transport Chris. We’ll see you in the station in a few.” Det. Santiago said. The car went off with Det. Collins and Officer Miller.

 Connor, Lt. Anderson and Det. Santiago would soon be following them…

…if they would stop arguing.

“…can’t always depend on your fire Pyro. One of these days you’ll find yourself without it. Then what?” Connor looked back to see Det. Santiago glaring at the Lieutenant. 

“I’ll fight and use my smarts like I do everywhere else in life. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”

“Just my luck to get a cocky Pyro of a brat.” Lt. Anderson grumbled before pointing at him “Take that thing with you and meet me back at the station ash–hat.”

That works out just fine for me. Connor thought. At least I’ll be in a less hostile environment on the drive bac– 

“What can’t you drive him?” Det. Santiago glared back.

…so much for that assessment. Connor stood still as his lips tightened to a flat line.

“I already drove it here. I don’t want to spend more time than I need to with a fucking android.”

At least this 100% confirms his hostility to androids…as for Det. Santiago…Connor thought as he glanced from the Lieutenant towards the Detective.

Her eyebrows were narrowed, eyes sharp as the finest blade as she opened her lips to confirm…

Nothing. 

At least not until he halfway opened his mouth.

“You’re coming with me Connor.” She ordered.

I agree with that 100%. He thought.

“At least if the android goes with you, we know for sure that you won’t get lost along the way.” Lt. Anderson mumbled.

“I assure you Lieutenant,” Connor began with a smile, “that Det. Santiago–”

“Shut it bot! See you there Santiago.” Lt. Anderson hissed before walking away.

“Come on Connor.” Det. Santiago sighed as she began to walk away as well. Connor followed her to the car. The crowd outside the house watched them leave like the blubbing fish from the Phillip’s Apartment. Soon, they entered her car.

“Let’s see if we can beat those losers back home.” Det. Santiago mumbled as she buckled in. “You buckled up?”

“I don’t need to wear a seatbelt– ”

“Just fucking buckle up Connor.”

…

Unlike the car ride earlier when they were looking for Lt. Anderson at the bars, Det. Santiago was quiet.

And inattentive. Connor thought as she closed her eyes, dragging her hand down her face as the light turned green. When she didn’t open her eyes after 25.5 seconds he spoke.

“Det. Santiago, the light has turned green thirty-two seconds ago.”

It’s impossible for her not to hear me; she’s less than three feet away from me. 

Yet her eyes were still closed with her cheek resting on her hand.

Did she fall asleep behind the wheel? Connor thought. His thirium pump beating increased as probable actions popped up on his HUD on what to do next. He picked the simplest action: 

TALK TO THE DETECTIVE

“Det. Santiago? You can go now.” He spoke, increasing his voice with a slight pitch to get her attention.

That did the trick.

Her eyes popped opened, but the car was still idle.

Did she experience an episode of microsleep? Connor thought as new actions popped up on his HUD. He chose what made the most sense for their safety.

>TAKE THE WHEEL

“Det. Santi–” 

“On it Connor.” His human spat. A second later, Connor felt his body press against the seat as the car sped forward to 38.5 miles per hour. While it was under the speed limit and they were the only ones on the road, he couldn’t have her sleeping behind the wheel.

Her drowsy state was only proved more evident when she loudly yawned. 

“Det. Santiago, I noticed that your melatonin levels had increased recently.” He said. While it was likely, it was a false statement without the data to back it up. He needed saliva or blood sample for that. But scientific terms were enough to stun some humans to listen to him. “Are you certain you wish to continue driving?”

Before you accidentally destroy us. He mentally added.

“Why? Afraid we won’t make it?” The detective smirked as she looked at him –out of all things– for a second before looking back at the road.

Yes.

“You didn’t respond to my voice until the third time I spoke. My scans indicate high levels of cortisol and cortisone as well as low levels of prolactin in your system, suggesting a lack of proper sleep within the past few days.” He deduced based on her behavior and humans’ inexplicable need to stay up as late as possible. “I am concerned how your sleep-deprived state will affect your cognizance while operating a manual vehicle.”

That last statement was true.

His human snorted as her lips shifted to a smug smile. But no verbal response.

“Det. Santiago?” He said. Please talk so I can easily convince you to let me drive. Not to mention, you need to refill your gas tank as well. It’s less than one-eighth full!

“Sorry Connor,” She replied, “just thinking about some things. Seeing how this week was a bit cruddy, I would be more surprised if my sleep hormones weren’t as high.” She chuckled.

Huh…so Det. Santiago knows some biological terminology. Usually from what I’ve seen in CyberLife, people don’t know much outside of their fields.

“What do you suggest I do about it Robocop?” She looked at him with a small half smile.

Success. Connor smiled. Immediately he located a spot they could safely switch seats AND refill her tank.

“There’s a gas station up ahead. You can pull into their lot and we can switch there after you refill your car. I notice that the gas meter is almost empty. It is best to have it at a quarter–full at the bare minimum.”

She hummed as she looked at the fuel meter before looking back up to the road to see said gas station.

“Alright, you have a point with the gas. Next stop, BP gas station.” Det. Santiago said. 

They pulled up to the gas pump before she turned off her engine. She then got out of the car. He did the same and walked up to her.

“I’ll give you a thumbs up when the cashier gives me the okay for you to pump the gas. Give me a nod when you see that. Sounds good?” She asked.

“Affirmative.”

“Cool. I’ll be right back.” Det. Santiago smiled before she walked to the building. From afar, he saw her get a bottled drink and then went to the register before she gave him a thumbs up. He nodded back. Once he was done filling the tank, he placed the gas pump back to its spot as he heard Det. Santiago closed the car’s gas lid. 

When he turned around, he saw the driver’s door closing with his human in the seat and reached out to stop it.

“Det. Santiago, did you forget I’m the current driver right now?” He smiled as she looked up to him. He held his hand out for the keys.

The Detective rolled her eyes.

I wouldn’t be surprised she forgot considering how sleepy she is. 

“I said you had a point on the gas. I never agreed with you driving. Now get in, I don’t want to be late for the interrogation.” She scowled. 

Is that so? Connor thought as he reviewed said moment.

…

She hummed as she looked at the fuel meter before looking back up to the road to see said gas station.

“Alright, you have a point with the gas. Next stop, BP gas station.” Det. Santiago said. 

…

She’s right. Det. Santiago is more attentive than I thought. Connor glared at her, his lips tightening. It doesn’t mean it’s safe for her to drive.

“Det. Santiago, I don’t think you understand the risks you’re taking in operating a vehicle in a somnolent state.” 

“And I don’t think you understand that I’m good to go.” She huffed and glared back.

Fear makes people obedient. His social programming brought up.

I need to scare her. It might make her reconsider. Connor thought.

“Humans have been killed before by the very same actions you wish to perform right now. I suggest you let me drive.”

“I took some caffeine and I have a bottle of coke. Get in the car so we can go. Please.”

“Detective Santi-”

“I did you a favor and gave you a lift!” She slapped the wheel. “Can’t you just please let me drive? It’s the only thing that has been going right for me so far this week.”

I should’ve expected this. Humans tend to be cranky when drowsy.

He waited to see if she had anything else to say. But all she did was cross her arms, lay her head back against the headrest and glare at the car’s ceiling.

“I can’t believe I’m fighting with a fucking robot.” She mumbled.

Silence filled the air.

“Detective Santiago.”

No reaction.

“Detective Santiago.”

This time she glanced at him before looking back at the ceiling.

New probable actions popped up on his HUD.

Physical contact might do the trick to get her attention. He thought as he selected his next action. 

>TOUCH

“Detective Santiago.” He said as he tapped her shoulder.

“What do you want, Connor?” She sighed as she glanced at him.

“Are you certain you’re able to stay awake? Can you promise me with full sincerity that you can do that? I’ll let you drive if you can do so.” Connor said, trying to fill as much doubt in each question.

And if self-doubt doesn’t work, it shouldn’t be too difficult to calc–

“Do you trust me?” She met his eyes.

“I’m an android Det. Santiago.” He furrowed his eyebrows “Androids do not–

“Do you trust me?” She repeated, glaring at him as if he was the unworthy driver here. “There is no point in us working together if there is no trust in a relationship. Especially as partners. Do you trust me?”

He reviewed her data. 

While he didn’t have much information due to his access being limited to the state of Michigan, Det. Santiago had stellar recommendations for an NYPD transfer. Tenacity was the word that stood out the most, followed by kindness. Then focus. The last word was obvious from his experience in spooking her back at the crime scene.

While I can trust her to be a good partner, I can’t say the same for her driving at her current state. He thought.

“Your records show that–”

“Screw the fancy programming and record scanning Connor!” She spat. “I’m asking you this, right here, right now with what you know of me from today. Do you trust me? Yes or no.” She glared.

>YES

>NO

The two choices blinked in his HUD as his processors tried to determine what was the best decision. 

Det. Santiago trusted you and took your suggestion on searching for Lt. Anderson despite her annoyance with working with this unit. His social programming mused. It’s only fair to give her the same trust back.

If she drives, there’s a high chance of an accident due to her lethargic state from past observation. If this unit takes the wheel, we’ll arrive safely. His mission directive stated

But humans need trust to properly work together. Selecting NO will do no good to continue building the partnership bond between this unit dubbed as ‘Connor’ and Det. Santiago. Building trust will help in the long term with fulfilling the mission directive of RK800. His social programming stated.

While the last statement is true, it’s more important to be peccable and remind Det. Santiago what she risks when driving drowsy. You need to take charge to prevent injury. His mission directive stated.

What future partnership will this unit risk if it shows distrust from the start to its assigned human? Especially since Det. Santiago is the only ally this unit has. His social programming voiced.

A second later Connor selected his choice.

>YES

“Yes, I trust you.” He said.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

Det. Santiago sighed, her hostility deflating as she dropped her arms. 

“Okay, get in the car. We have an interview to go to.” Det. Santiago said.

He nodded and followed her instructions. 

“Thank you.” She said as he buckled up.

“A pleasure Detective Santiago.” 

Not.

He kept his face neutral as his processors tried to depict the redacted thought to no avail. A beat later, he noticed something else.

Strange, Det. Santiago didn’t start the car. He thought as her hand popped up in the corner of his optics. He glanced at her hand held out before looking at his human in confusion. What is she doing?

While different programs tried to determine the significance behind this, his social one was the first to speak.

Wait and see what she has to say before determining what further actions can be taken. It said.

“Let’s start over. My name is…” She said, re–introducing herself as if she just met him. “…Santiago. You can call me Sparks if you like. Chispa works too, but I prefer that name when we’re not at work. They’re both my nicknames and mean the same thing. Now…who are you?” She smiled, as if she was meeting a new person and not the android sent by Cyberlife. 

Det. Santiago wants to ‘start on the right foot’. She is giving this unit another chance to give a first impression and develop a different relationship than the current one. It will be in this unit’s best interest to follow her lead and nurture a budding amiable partnership. His social programming determined.

“My name is Connor and I’m the android sent by Cyberlife to investigate deviants.” He smiled, shaking her hand as if he was another human she was befriending.

“You sure?” Det. Santiago frowned as she tilted her head.

Did I do this wrong? I was certain that was the–

“I thought your name was Galaxy, the android sent by Samsung.” She smiled and winked before snickering.

…what?

“It’s a joke, Robocop. CyberLife isn’t the only one to make androids you know? They had to fight in court to use the same name as the OS used in cell phones.”

Really? He thought. A quick scan pulled up the information of the court cases in the early 2020s. 

Do not be too concerned about the information she offered; she uses it as a reference to banter with this unit as a form of socializing. His social programming stated. This is beneficial as she is attempting to bond. Forge that bond and banter along with her.

“Oh.” He nodded in understanding before smiling. Connor did a quick search on the OS Android system and thought of something she might appreciate.

“My mistake. My name is Galaxy, I’m the cell phone sent by Samsung to provide outstanding services that puts Apple to shame.”

Det. Santiago’s laughter was light and energetic. Without any prompting from his social programming, he found himself laughing along with her, feeling her lighthearted energy flow into him. 

It felt like being recharged.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

“I guess they do program you with everything. You can even crack jokes.” Det. Santiago smiled with a sigh before she frowned. 

Now what? He thought as he noted a small micro expression he could only interpret as shame as she exhaled.

Wait and listen. His social programming stated. 

“Hey Connor,” Det. Santiago looked at him as if he was a human, “I’ll promise you I’ll stay awake. If I get too tired, we’ll switch. Cool?” She held out her fist.

I need to reevaluate how to interact with her. The last thing I expected out of this was her willingness to let me drive. He thought as he added new interactional data into the recently created Santiago Protocol. 

Santiago_Protocol.exe

PURPOSE: 

IMPROVE AWARENESS OF DET. SANTIAGO’S POSITION

FOCUS SOCIALIZATION PROGRAMMING TO BEFRIEND DET. SANTIAGO

While the original intention of the Santiago Protocol was to increase his awareness programming to keep an eye on his human after her earlier disappearance, he could also adjust and expand its purpose. 

Such as improving his understanding of her.

His social programming did state that it would be in his best interest to build her trust in him to fulfill his mission directive. And what better way to do that than befriend her?

He already had a protocol set up with her surname. 

There would be no harm if he set up a social programming to go along with the Santiago Protocol.

Afterall, he was built to be efficient. 

A new message popped up on his HUD

Fist-pound her back in agreement. His social programming stated.

“Cool.” He pounded back, grinning at the new possibilities gained with this decision.

“Alright, let's go to that interview.” She grinned. “I have some cool music we can listen to. Have you ever listened to music?” She glanced at him as the car engine roared to life.

“No,” He lied easily. Lt. Anderson’s car jams weren’t even the first time he heard music...but it wouldn’t do to dampen her spirit now that they built it.  “But I would like to.”

“Alright Connor, get ready to be educated in the world of Latin music!” Det. Santiago cheered as she placed her cell phone into the other cup holder that didn’t hold her Coca–Cola. The car moved forward as she said, “Okay Google, please play Chispas’ Latin–popping playlist on Spotify!”

I could’ve done that if she asked. Connor frowned.

“Okay,” Her cell phone said, “playing Chispa’s Latin–popping playlist.”

A feminine voice sang out in Spanish. Det. Santiago instantly sang along.

His processor pulled up information on the song.

CIEGA SORDOMUDA

Shakira

Latin Pop, Mariachi

Released date – 1998

While translating some of the words my human said earlier in Spanish was easy, this song is taking too much time for my Interpreter processor. Connor thought as he searched on Cyberlife Language Download list. Considering she speaks Spanish, this can also help improve our relationship as well.

A new message popped up in his HUD.

DOWNLOAD SPANISH.EXE?

>YES

>NO

…

…

>YES

«Porque este amor ya no entiende/ De consejos, ni razones/ Se alimenta de pretextos/ Y le faltan pantalones.» Det. Santiago sang as the download finished.

Because this love doesn’t understand/ Of advice, nor reasons/ It feeds on pretexts/ And it’s missing pants. Strange lyrics, but the download works. Connor thought as he opened his eyes.

 «Idioma Español discargado. Ahora te entiendo.» He smiled, noting how Det. Santiago glanced at him.

“Now the real fun begins.” She grinned back before looking at the roads once more. «¡Canta conmigo Connor!» Det. Santiago started singing along to the song, apparently knowing the words by heart. 

“…Por ti, me he convertido/ En una cosa que no hace/ Otra cosa mas que amarte…” Connor joined in at the chorus once he pulled up the lyrics up on his HUD, ignoring the pop up on the top right-hand corner that read: 

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

…

“Can I have some soda please Connor?”

He opened the bottle of Coca–Cola she brought along with her, drinking it in gulps while singing to the music and following the directions the app gave her.

They spent the next few minutes listening to the songs she had on her playlist with Connor noting the songs she liked. There were two other song tracks by Shakira (‘Ojos Así’ and ‘Hips don’t Lie’) before it switched over to a different artist named Ricky Martin who sang, ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca’.

Connor was certain that Det. Santiago was tired if the increased volume of her singing was any indication. Her melatonin levels were higher than he expected after getting a sample of her saliva from her last sip when she wasn’t looking.

He also calculated that her menstrual cycle was due in about 9 days. 

This was necessary data he needed if he wanted to properly work with her. From what he observed with Ms. Saleh, she was rather irritated from what appeared to be painful menstrual cramps and some fatigue when he was first booted. The articles he found online only supported his idea that menstruation was rather tiring for women.

Hopefully, Det. Santiago wouldn’t have the same symptoms like her.

Quicker than he expected, they arrived at the station. Det. Santiago pulled into an empty parking spot and turned off the engine before stretching and yawning. He placed the Coca-Cola bottle in her hand.

She took a big gulp before looking at him with a smile.

“Thanks for opening it for me.” Det. Santiago said.

“My pleasure Det. Santiago. However, I would have preferred if I had driven for the last few minutes. The amount of caffeine and sugar you consumed right now along with the caffeine chocolate bar you had earlier will have a detrimental effect on your sleeping schedule.” He frowned.

She shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter. My sleeping schedule has been kinda shit since I moved in. Especially after my siblings flew back home.” She glanced down at the plastic bottle, spinning the plastic ring at its neck. “I keep hearing weird noises at night…so I’ve been a bit paranoid. Anyways, it’s…it’s probably nothing.” 

No, it’s something noteworthy if it’s keeping you from sleeping. You won’t be able to function at optimum without proper sleep. He thought as she had another gulp of the acidic caffeinated drink before capping it.

Then she placed the bottle back in the cupholder and looked up at him with determination.

“Come on partner, we have an interview to go to.” Det. Santiago said as she patted his shoulder. All traces of prior vulnerability vanished.

He nodded back in agreement as he created a new personal mission.

DETERMINE THE NIGHTLY SOURCE OF NOISE THAT CAUSES DET. SANTIAGO’S INSOMNIA

…

“What took you so long? Got lost?” Lt. Anderson growled as the two of them entered the observational room. 

“I apologi–OOF!” He huffed as sharp pain surrounded his sternum, knocking the air out of his breathing stimulation like when Ms. Saleh hit his phallus. His HUD flashed red as a new message popped up on his screen:

ABDOMINAL INJURY, BIOCOMPONENT #8456w PUMPING PATTERN IRREGULATED. WAIT FOR PATTERN RESET.

At least that hit didn’t make me bend over. I’m disabling these mechanoreceptors the moment I figure a way to do so. And why did my human even elbow me? I thought we were on friendly terms… Connor thought as a new message popped up on his HUD:

BIOCOMPONENT #8456 PUMPING PATTERN RESUMED. 

“It was my fault, Lt. Anderson. I ran out of gas and got lost while looking for it.” Det. Santiago stated the lie like it was a simple truth.

She’s…she’s defending me? There are more perks to building this relationship than I calculated… Connor thought as he slowly stood up.

“What happened to knowing the streets of Detroit? I thought you said you knew them after looking for me.” Lt. Anderson grunted before looking up to give him a glare. “Didn’t you ask the android for directions? I thought that robot would be useful at something.”

“I know a bit about the urban parts Lieutenant, not the suburbs.” Det. Santiago said. She stood up to her full height in front of him, as if her smaller frame would protect the insults and glares aimed at him.

The top of her head just barely reached his chin. 

But her voice did drag everyone’s attention on her.

Lt. Anderson frowned, but before he could even open his mouth and utter a word, a brown–haired man in the background spoke up.

Connor immediately scanned him. A new message popped up on his HUD:

Reed, Gavin Neil

Born: 10/07/2002 // DPD Detective II

Criminal Record: DUI 04/05/2022

Capax

“I can show you around town if you want.” Det. Reed said. The man walked up to his human with a self–assured smile before holding out his hand. “Name’s Reed. Gavin Reeds. You’re that firebender Anderson’s been grouchy about. What’s your name hotstuff?”

Det. Reed is trying to court the Detective by presenting a dominant stance and using an old pickup line from James Bond to flirt. His social programming noted.

“Nice to meet you. Det. Santiago.” She shook his hand.

It’s a poor courtship from the lack of reaction Det. Santiago is giving. Connor thought. Her reaction is worse than when she first greeted me when we met today. At least with me, she wasn’t so stiff in her behavior.

“Professional one eh? Well I do–“

“If you’re done with the chit-chat, why don’t we catch up Santiago with the situation so far before Hank interrogates the thing.” Officer Miller gleefully cut in, turning his chair around from the one–way window to face the room.

“That sounds like a good plan Chris.” Det. Santiago cheerfully said, dropping her hold on Det. Reed’s hand before crossing her arms and looking at the other men.

Her eyesight is away from Det. Reed. She is shutting him down from further communication. His social programming stated. 

“So far, the robot held radio silence with Chris and Gavin; something odd for an android to do, especially since it should speak when spoken to. I’ll be going in to see if I can drag something out of it. Hopefully we’ll get a confession, call it a night and I can go back to finishing my drink.” Lt. Anderson grumbled.

This time he didn’t even bother looking up to glare at him.

“Sounds good to me.” Det. Santiago said.

After Lt. Anderson left the room, Det. Santiago sat down in one of the chairs next to Chris with her back straight and face focused on the Deviant. Connor stood behind her, noting how Det. Reed went back to his former spot with his arms crossed as he glared at the Deviant.

Then Lt. Anderson entered the interrogation room with no reaction from the android. Not even after two questions from the man. Lt. Anderson glanced back to the window; jaw clenched.

He’s frustrated from the lack of reaction the Deviant is giving. Connor thought. Strange how this one isn’t expressing any emotions compared to the last deviant I interacted with.

Lt. Anderson asked two more questions and even snapped his fingers underneath the Deviant’s face. He looked at the window once more with a huff before facing the Deviant.

He stood up and slammed the table.

“SAY SOMETHING, goddamn it.” He yelled.

Still no reaction.

“Fuck it, I’m out of here.” Lt. Anderson said, leaving the room and then appearing in their room once more. “We’re wasting our time interrogating a machine. We’ll get nothing out of it.” He growled as he sat down in the chair next to Det. Santiago.

“We can always try ruffing it up a little.” Det. Reed said as Det. Santiago glanced at him. “After all, it’s not human.”

Det. Santiago snorted and looked back at the Deviant.

She wasn’t wrong about that idea. Connor thought as he looked towards the group.

“Androids don’t feel pain.” He said. Unless of course, you’re me. “You would only damage it and that wouldn’t make it talk.”

Spirals of flame danced in front of Det. Santiago as she huffed.

Interesting…she did that earlier when we couldn’t find Lt. Anderson…what specifically is making her frustrated here?

“Santiago,” Det. Reed said, voice huskier than before.

“What’s up Reed?” Det. Santiago said as she spun her chair around to look at the man. Her face was blank of any emotion. Almost like an android on standby.

Det. Reed is creating an uncomfortable situation for Det. Santiago. His social programming alerted him. 

It is in your best interest to divert Det. Reed’s attention from Det. Santiago. The Santiago Protocol stated.

New actions popped up in his HUD:

>DISTRACT

>CHANGE POSITION

This was easy for him to select.

>DISTRACT

“I didn’t know you were a dragon breathe–”

“Deviants also have a tendency to self–destruct when they’re in stressful situations.” He quickly stated a useful fact for this case.

“NO BODY FUCKING TOLD ME THAT YOU GUYS SELF DESTRUCT.” Det. Santiago head whipped to him, face paling as her pupils dilated. “Do…do you guys go KA–BOOM or something?!? Like when you self–destruct???”

Everyone gasped before silence filled the room. Det Santiago wasn’t even breathing. 

Ease her distress. The Santiago Protocol stated.

I don’t need to be told that. Connor frowned, noting how his human kept still, as if preparing for an attack. 

“We don’t. Only Deviants do. It’s why I asked if the android had hurt you earlier when you were in the attic.”

“But how do you self-destruct?” She asked.

“From what CyberLife has gathered, the android will find the quickest way to destroy itself by destroying the neural component in our head. Terminating that will be like destroying your brain. The slowest way is to take out our thirium pump or its regulator; it will be like taking out your heart.”

“Android suicide.” Det. Santiago mumbled as she looked down. She took in a deep breath, but her shaky exhale showed her fear.

She’s now truly recognizing the danger she was in earlier. 

“What about lightningbending?'' She looked up at him once more. “What happens if you’re hit by electricity; from the highest intensity to the lowest taser shock?”

I was not expecting that question…His eyebrows furrowed.

“That depends. A full–on lightning bolt will damage us as much as it would to a human. We won’t explode due to the Faraday cage principle, but it can cause internal damage to an android. One example is causing arrhythmia in our thirium pump regulator. A controlled shock can either paralyze or even deactivate us if it’s at a high enough power, especially if we’re hit around the neck. It’s why they gave you that specialized baton Det. Santiago. It will work in tandem with your lightningbending so you can paralyze the Deviants with a measured charge without damaging them. Cyberlife should have gone over that with you when you took the job offer.” He frowned. “Didn’t they?”

Did she even activate the stun baton when she confronted the Deviant or did fear take over? He checked the baton activity log. 

“They did.” She said.

She didn’t. It must have been fear.

“You didn’t use the specialized baton when you met the Deviant. Why is that?” Connor said.

Everyone’s eyes locked on her. 

She huffed.

“He was harmless and didn’t attack when I first showed up. Honorable benders don’t throw first hits; we don’t know who’s a bender or not.”

And following that policy will get you killed one day. He thought.

“It is not human, it is–”

“Again,” She stood up to her full height. Despite only reaching up to his chin, she more than made up the difference with her steady glare. “He was harmless, nothing happened. Case closed.”

Case not closed. Connor thought.

“Let’s focus on how to get the android to speak with us.” She stated.

At least we agree on something. Connor thought as he nodded. 

Det. Santiago sat back down with her arms and legs crossed before glancing back to the observational room.

“Okay smartass, seeing that we can’t ruffle with it, what should we do then?” Det. Reed scowled.

“I could try questioning it.” Connor said. I was built for this after all.

Det. Reed laughed.

How is this a bad idea? Is it just him or do the others agree with him? He looked at Det. Santiago. 

She hummed.

She doesn’t think the same…does she?

“I think it could work.” She nodded to him. Then she frowned when she noticed everyone was looking at her. “Connor’s a robot; so is Ryan. What if–”

“Ryan? Who’s Ryan?” Det. Reed took the question straight out of Connor’s mind.

“Oh…Ryan, that’s the robot’s name. He didn’t have one, so I gave one to him while we were talking in the attic.” Det. Santiago said as she glanced at everyone and then at him in confusion. 

You talked to the Deviant and never thought to bring it up?

“Wait,” Connor said, “what else did you talk about with the Deviant while–”

“Ryan.” She glared.

“What?” Connor paused as he pulled up the information they had of the Deviant. There was no registered name for it.

“I know you heard me. His name is Ryan.” She stared back, as if daring him to question her again.

“Alright. What else did you talk about with Ryan while you were up there? You told me nothing had happened when we came down.” Connor said.

Det. Santiago rolled her eyes.

“Nothing did. We just had a small talk after Ryan spooked me. He came out of nowhere, about to attack me before he froze and started talking. I think he was afraid that his owner was gonna kill him.”

“Why didn’t you say this in the first place?!” Lt. Anderson said. 

“That’s not nothing.” Connor stated at the same time. That…that is completely different from the intel Cyberlife gave me about deviant behavior…

“BECAUSE I FORGOT!” Det. Santiago slammed her hands on the armrest, eyebrows furrowed. The shadows underneath her eyes only made her look fiercer.

Her periorbital dark circles are a sign of sleep deprivation. His health scanner reported.

It explains why mentioning these details slipped from her mind. He thought.

“You forgot about nearly being maimed by a robot?” Det. Reed sneered as he crossed his arms.

“That’s enough Gavin.” Officer Miller stated.

“You have to understand Det. Reed,” Connor said at the same time, tone more forceful than expected towards the male detective. “Det. Santiago is suffering from sleep depriv–”

“Ryan didn’t maim me.” Det. Santiago stood up, glaring at Det. Reed. “We just freaked each other out when we first met and had a small talk afterwards. Connor showed up right after I gave him a name.”

“Why name it?” Connor said as he looked down to his human. Blood flow increased towards her cheeks as it darkened, but she kept the same fierce look she had for Det. Reed. She’s embarrassed but steadfast in her decision. “Androids don’t feel nor have the need to be named. Why did you have the urge to name it?”

“Everyone deserves to have a name. Plus, it’s easier to say than its model number.” She crossed her arms and looked towards the Deviant.

HK400 isn’t that hard to say. 

“Even with that tidbit, it still isn’t good enough.” Lt. Anderson grumbled as a message popped up in his HUD.

Det. Santiago never finished explaining her defense for you to interrogate the Deviant when Det. Reed cut her off. The Santiago Protocol noted.

“What were you going to say earlier before Det. Reed had cut you off?” He said, looking at her. “It was about me and Ryan being robots.”

Det. Santiago looked up to him.

“You’re an android, so is Ryan. I was thinking that maybe Ryan might be more comfortable to speak to someone who’s like him. I know I would spill more to a woman or a Latino than to a white guy.”

“Why not just send in you?” Lt. Anderson said. “If what you say is true, you might be able to get more information out of ‘Ryan’ than any of us. Even Robocop. You already built a rapport with him.”

“I–uh–I’m a bit rusty with interrogating…” She mumbled, her vulnerable look from earlier making an appearance once more. “It’s been a while since I done that. I’m bad at pressuring them. Why not send us both?” She nervously grinned as she met Lt. Anderson’s eyes.

Her statement is not a lie. She is embarrassed of her weak interrogation ability. While my programming is fit for this, would the both of us being there help? Connor thought as he ran the numbers.

“My analysis calculates that my presence could hinder our joint efforts.” He stated to Lt. Anderson before looking at Det. Santiago.

While her action would be undetected by most, Connor easily noted how she gulped. 

She needs help.

He glanced at the Lieutenant.

“But the stress of seeing me might also help to get the Deviant to talk to Det. Santiago.” He added, against his better calculations.

“So, would you go in there with me?” Det. Santiago looked up to him, her eyes betraying her glee despite her tone and facial expression as blasé as a recently activated android. 

“Yes.” He nodded.

She looked at him longer than expected before sighing, replacing her vulnerability with a confident smirk. She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips as she looked towards Lt. Anderson.

“So, what do you think, boss? Wanna give my idea a shot?”

“Well, what do we have to lose?” He waved his hand towards Ryan. “Go ahead you two, the suspect’s all yours.”

They went to the hallway where only a door separated the Deviant from them. Det. Santiago lifted her hand to the scanner to enter and paused. She looked at him. 

“So…just follow my lead.” Det. Santiago said, vulnerability back again. He was rather impressed how well she hid her emotions. “If you feel that some pressure might be good at certain points, go for it and we’ll play off each other. I’ll be the good cop. You’ll be the bad cop. Sounds good?” She gave him a half smile.

He calculated her idea and instantly activated his interrogation programming.

“The plan has merit to it. Either he succumbs to your kindness or to my interrogation.”

“Exactly.” She nodded. She lifted her hand and paused to look at him. “Thank you.”

“What for?” He frowned. 

She didn’t reply and scanned her hand. The door opened for their next mission.

I’ll worry about that later…it’s time for a friendly interview.

“Hey Ryan. Nice seeing you again…” Det. Santiago began to talk, but no matter what she said, the Deviant remained silent.

My turn.

“I detect an instability in your program. It can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans.” He stated, keeping his voice empty of any emotional tones. Its nonchalance tended to put both deviants and humans on edge.

More silence.

“Ryan, we can’t do anything if you don’t speak. We just want to understand what happened. I know there’s more to the story than the little you said in the attic.” Det. Santiago said.

That’s something I wish I knew more of. Connor thought as his partner continued speaking.

“We like to hear your side.” She said as she placed her hands on the Deviant. Her thumbs rubbed circles into the back of his hands. Then she spoke once more…but it wasn’t in English.

«Cariño, ¿Entiendes español? || Sweetie, do you understand Spanish? » Det. Santiago said, her voice softer than he ever heard before.

The Deviant lifted it head up shakily, turning it to the one-way mirror before turning back to the table.

«What…What are they gonna do to me? » The Deviant replied in Spanish.

Interesting how the Deviant knows Spanish. Seeing how its last owner was Latino, it makes sense it would feel comfortable speaking it to the detective. It thinks this language barrier will provide safety, even if that’s not the case.

«I don’t know. » Det. Santiago replied softly, squeezing its hands. Then the Deviant gasped and looked at her with panic in its eyes. 

«They’re gonna destroy me, aren’t they?»

Det. Santiago shook her head.

Smart decision. It’s easier for humans to lie with physical movement rather than use of their lips. Connor thought, all too pleased to back her false statement as he said in Spanish:

«No, no they won’t. But we need to understand what happened HK400, otherwise they will have no choice but to disassemble you to search for problems in your biocomponents.»

Det. Santiago slightly lifted her eyebrows at his statement, but never lost her focus on the Deviant in front of them.

My human seems rather surprised. Did she not know that’s what will happen to all captured Deviants?

The Deviant looked down. Then it took a trembling breath as it looked up to him with a glare.

“Why did you tell them you found me?” It spoke in English as it shakily gasped. “Why couldn’t you just have left me there?”

“I was programmed to hunt deviants like you.” Connor stated in English, his voice neutral and sharp. “I just accomplished my mission.”

The Deviant glanced down with a shaky breath before looking at his partner. 

«I don’t wanna die.» It whispered in Spanish.

“Then tell us what happened. We can’t help you if you don’t speak.” Det. Santiago said in English, taking her hand away from it. She sat at attention; hands flat on the table with a soft smile that would make anyone want to befriend her.

Negative punishment. She is denying her kindness unless the Deviant cooperates and provides the information we seek. An excellent decision to use on an emotional malfunctioning machine who needs it the most. Now to see if the Deviant will play along.

“I..I…” The Deviant glanced to the side, bobbing its mouth open and close like a fish.

“Go on.” She whispered.

“I can’t…” It gasped and looked down.

“Ugggggh.” Det. Santiago sighed, letting her head sink into her hands. While her face was hidden, it wasn’t enough to hide the tight frown she wore.

A frown that the Deviant caused.

The Deviant is non-responsive. My human’s fatigued. Seeing how It refused to cooperate with her ‘Good Cop’ role... Connor thought as he picked up the folder and slapped it on the table.

BA-DUM!

The Deviant jumped in fright. 

Unfortunately, so did Det. Santiago. 

Despite her neutral face, the room became warmer.

Her inner fire is prepping up for a fight. His magi programming stated. Connor added a new purpose to the Santiago Protocol.

Santiago_Protocol.exe

Purpose: 

Improve awareness of Det. Santiago’s Position.

Focus socialization programming to befriend Det. Santiago.

Understand how Det. Santiago uses her Pyrokinesis.

Make the interrogation quick and as stress-free as possible for your partner. The Santiago Protocol stated.

Noted. Connor thought. 

“28 stab wounds.” He shouted. “You didn’t want to leave him a chance, huh?” Connor snorted. “Did you feel anger? Hate?” He prowled slowly around the table, pointing to the folder with a glare to the Deviant. “He was bleeding, begging you for mercy,” He inched closer, “but you stabbed him, again and again and again!” He said, jabbing the Deviant’s shoulder with each word he spat. 

“Please,” It gasped as he huffed by its ear.

“I know you killed him. Why don’t you say it?” Connor hissed.

“Please, please stop!” The Deviant trembled as Connor slithered to its other side.

BA-DUM!

The Deviant and Det. Santiago jumped once more as the temperature soared before dropping back down.

BE CAREFUL! DO YOUR BEST TO NOT STARTLE YOUR PARTNER. The Santiago Protocol stated.

“Just say “I killed him”!” Connor bent down next to the Deviant. “Is it that hard to say?!”

A new messaged popped on his HUD:

89% LEVEL OF STRESS

“Stop it, stop!” The Deviant begged as Connor quickly glanced his optics to check on his human. Unlike the jittery Deviant, Det. Santiago was still like a functional android. A new message popped up on his HUD, it’s lettering hovering above next to her:

71% LEVEL OF STRESS

Finish up as soon as possible to avoid further stress on your partner. The Santiago Protocol stated. 

New actions popped up on his HUD as his optics glanced back to the Deviant.

CHOOSE APPROACH

>PRESSURE IT

>PROBE ITS MEMORY

>CONVINCE IT

Probing it will be the quickest way to end this interrogation. His mission directive stated. Immediately, Connor selected his approach.

> PRESSURE IT

He grabbed the Deviant’s shirt, lifting it up from the chair towards him

“Just say you killed him.” Connor shook it, baring his teeth to the Deviant. “Just say it!”

“That’s enough Connor.” Det. Santiago hissed as the temperature in the room jumped.

He nodded at her and shoved the android back into his chair.

The temperature dropped once more.

Connor went to stand behind his human, waiting to see what her next play is. 

It is highly probable the past few actions might strain your future partnership with Det. Santiago if her temperature control is anything to go by. His social programming noted.

Connor dismissed the thought. 

Det. Santiago sighed as she looked at the hyperventilating Deviant. 

«Listen and follow my breaths. Nod if you understand.» She said in Spanish.

The Deviant nodded back and followed her instruction as if it was a functioning android.

If only you followed your instructions from the start, none of us would be here. Connor snorted. 

Once the Deviant’s breathing stimulation returned to its normal rhythm, Connor spoke, ignoring its red LED.

“Now talk.”

It nodded and took a deep breath.

“He tortured me every day…” it sighed, “I did whatever he told me, but…” 

The Deviant glanced to his partner before it looked up to him. Fright filled its eyes as it looked back to his human.

“…there was always something wrong.” It looked down. “Then one day…he took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time,” It looked up to Det. Santiago with tears in his eyes.

Crocodile tears. Connor thought. The last Deviant I faced had no guilt when it killed its human owners or the psychological harm it did to the child. They are selfish by nature and don’t care about the humans they hurt along the way to get what they want.

The Deviant could have chosen to hurt Det. Santiago when she was in the attic alone. It didn’t. His analysis programming stated.

It’s because I showed up. Connor thought back.

“I felt scared. Scared that he might destroy me…scared that I might die.” The Deviant swallowed.

“Go on. We’re listening.” Det. Santiago said, holding its hand as she rubbed her thumb over it once more.

The android nodded.

Positive Reinforcement. Det. Santiago’s good at using kindness for the ‘Good Cop’ role.

“So, I… I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach. I felt better…so I stabbed him again…and again!” The corner of his lips twitched upwards for a few milliseconds before it dropped.

Too quick for a human to notice.

Meanwhile, his human partner nodded along to all of this, as if it was perfectly normal for an android to murder their owner in enjoyment.

Unfortunately, her kindness is wasted on this murderous malfunctioning machine. 

“How many times did you stab him? What made you stop?” Det. Santiago asked, reasonably frowning at its description. 

“Until he collapsed.” It said. 

Det. Santiago’s thumb rubs froze as the Deviant glanced to the side with trembling lips.

“There was blood everywhere.” It gasped before looking down to the table once more.

Silence filled the room. Seeing how his human partner had no more questions, it was his turn.

“Why did you write, “I AM ALIVE” on the wall?”

It looked up to Connor with thin lips and furrowed eyebrows. 

“He used to tell me I was nothing…that I was just a piece of plastic. I…I had to write it. To tell him he was wrong.” It croaked. 

“What’s up with the statue I found in the bathroom?” Det. Santiago asked. 

It glanced down at her. 

“I’m guessing that you made it, right?” She said.

It nodded. 

“What does it mean to you?”

“It’s an offering…an offering so I’ll be saved.” Its eyes shined.

“An offering to whom?” Connor asked.

“To rA9.” It looked at him, as if it was offering him a wonderful gift. “Only rA9 can save us.”

“rA9.” Connor said slowly as he searched up any entries of the term. None appeared. “It was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean?” 

Is it a malware that’s the bane of all this Deviation?

“The day shall come when we’ll no longer be slaves…No more threats, no more humiliation…We will be the masters.” It said before looking down once more.

“rA9. Who is rA9?” Connor asked. I need to gather more information about this threat.

But the Deviant was silent once more.

Time to switch topics.

“When did you start feeling emotion?” Connor asked. 

“Before, he used to beat me … and I never said anything. But one day I realized it wasn’t…fair!” the Deviant spat. 

Alright. Be that way. It wasn’t like I can create a timeline on how long it takes for deviation to occur once these defunct machines start feeling so we can implant a warning system to our customers on when their androids should go in for a checkup. Or even a reset for Deviation Prevention. Nope. Not at all.

“I felt anger…hatred…and then I knew what I had to do.” It said.

“Why did you hide in the attic? Instead of running away?” Connor asked. Maybe I can still gather something useful on post-deviation behavior. This HK400 behaved differently from the Deviant at the Phillips’ apartment. Daniel, the PL600, wanted to run away. This HK400 hid.

“I didn’t know what to do.” The Deviant looked up to him. “For the first time, there was no one there to tell me what to do…I was scared. So, I hid.” It whispered.

Understandable. We were meant to follow orders, not create our own decisions.

Silence filled the room.

I am not going to get any more critical answers from this malfunctioning machine. Seeing that my human has no more questions to ask…

“I’m done.” Connor said.

Det. Santiago removed her hands from the Deviant and gave it a pat on its shoulders. 

“Thank you for talking, Ryan.” She said, still using the unnecessary name she gave to the Deviant.

Connor walked away towards the door and raised his hand to the scanner, letting his synth skin deactivate to reveal his white chassis base.

Physical interface was necessary for places with security clearance.

The sooner we leave, the sooner I can investigate Det. Santiago’s apartment and see what’s causing her paranoia during the night. Connor thought. 

A green strip appeared on the scanner and the door slid opened before he could even offer his information and clearance to it.

That’s odd. Connor thought as he took a step forward.

THUD.

Connor whipped his head back to see the Deviant bang its cranium against the table multiple times.  

While he was made aware of the self-destruction process Deviants would practice to damage or destroy its neural motherboard component by his technicians, he hadn’t expected for the process to be so violent.

Thirium started leaking out of HK400’s forehead with each head bang.

By the time Officer Miller, Det. Reed and Lt. Anderson ran in, a cobalt puddle had formed on the table where the Deviant struck its head.

“Stop it goddammit!” Det. Reed ordered as he threw Officer Miller towards the Deviant. Officer Miller tried to pull the Deviant’s shoulders back to prevent it from slamming itself to no avail.

“I…I–I can’t! I can’t stop it!” Officer Miller shouted as he looked to his human companions in fright.

Of course you can’t! You’re human. Android strength is by far superior. Connor thought as a new message popped up on his HUD:

STOP THE DEVIANT FROM SELF–DESTRUCTION. His mission directive ordered.

Yet Connor was frozen to his spot.

New actions popped up on his HUD:

>INTERVENE

>GIVE UP

…

>INTERVENE

Pre–constructs provided him multiple actions to prevent the Deviant’s destruction so Cyberlife could study it. He had the skills and the speed to do it.

Instead, he yelled at the Deviant:

“That’s enough! You need to stop that right now!”

He shouldn’t be surprised that yelling at it did nothing.

Yet it stunned his human into action. She sprinted from her spot and threw Officer Miller back towards Det. Reed. 

“EVERYONE COVER YOUR EYES AND STAY CLEAR FROM THE TABLE.” She ordered, quickly scanning the room, then the table.

Before Connor could even ask her what the plan was, she flicked her wrist and electricity materialized around her clawed hand. She spun her arm forward with sparks flying behind it, then her fingers jammed into the Deviant’s hidden neck ports.

BUUUZZZZZHUMMMMMZAAAP

Bright light surrounded her hand before it filled the room.

A second later, the Deviant froze before its cranium fell on the table for the last time. 

That explains why she said the Deviant was harmless to her earlier. Connor thought as he observed the still android. It was motionless like a statue. His optics shifted back to his partner.

She’s more dangerous than I expected.

Det. Santiago’s face was fierce as lightening and sharp like a knife. Her furrowed brows only added character to her frightening look as she moved the Deviant’s head to the side to check its temple.

Its LED was gray.

Det. Santiago had deactivated the android.

At least she listened to my explanations this time unlike that time in the car. Connor thought as newfound respect grew for his partner.

Chapter Text

The room was quiet as Det. Santiago finished checking the Deviant’s temple.

“Phew…Thank Chaac,” Det. Santiago said, smiling softly as she took out her fingers from the cervix ports. “I was afraid it was going to be too much, but it looks like that did the trick. Chris, release his chains and let’s put him in a cell. Hopefully he’ll be a lot calmer when he wakes up.” She said while massaging her twitching fingers.

She then pulled the Deviant up till it was leaning against the chair before closing its eyelids. Then she looked up.

She froze as if she was the one who was about to be attacked.

Ironically enough, the only ones who could are all too frighten and are still as statues. Connor thought.

Det. Santiago eyes moved, from one man to another until they met his.

“What?” She nervously laughed. “Never seen lightningbending before?”

She tried to grin, but it was all wrong. Her smile was too tight and there were no crow’s feet by her eyes like she had earlier in the car ride.

She’s trying to make herself look less threatening. His social programmed noted.

Comfort her. The Santiago Protocol stated. It will build the relationship bond betwe–

“Yeah, but what the hell was that Santiago?” Lt. Anderson loudly grumbled.

“An emergency shut down. Connor did say that a zap to the neck can deactivate a bot. So that’s what I did. You’re welcome.” She smirked as she patted the Deviant’s shoulder before looking at Officer Miller. “Soooo, lunch buddy…think you can help me out with him?”

Officer Miller shook his head, awakening from his stun stupor before making his way towards his human partner.

“Now I know why you told me to call you Sparky.” Officer Miller joked as he took out the keys. A click later, the cuffs opened. “How do you know it’ll restart? That looked like a lot of power behind that zap. You sure you didn’t fry it?” Officer Miller said as he snaked his arms under the Deviant’s arms and picked it up.

I have the same questions myself; deactivating the robot like that doesn’t grantee its wires aren’t melted.

“Ha-ha very funny Chris. It’s not the first time I’ve done this.” Det. Santiago rolled her eyes. “Once you become a lightningbender, it seems like all anyone ever wants you to do is to charge their stuff, including androids. You learn to control the voltage, so you don’t blow things up.” She said as she moved in front of the Deviant.

Interesting…it seems I’ve misjudged her abilities. The charging ability seems quite useful for future usage.

“That looks like it hurts though. Your hands are still trembling.” Officer Miller said.

Det. Santiago just shrugged when she glanced at her hands.

“Side effect. The twitching will go away on its own. Usually, I wear special gloves when I do this at this high of a voltage.” She mumbled as she squatted in front of the Deviant’s legs.

Interesting.

“Don’t worry about carrying Ryan, you did more than enough for today.” Officer Miller smiled before he turned behind him and shouted, “Reed, get your lazy ass over here and get its legs. We’ll carry it and place it into Cell 1 for now.”

“Why do I have to carry the Plastic?” Det. Reed growled. “Can’t we–”

“Reed, not now. Go take your spot before I decide to mess with your hair again.”

“Fine.” Det. Reed grumbled as he took his human’s place and together, the two men carried the deactivated Deviant out of the interrogation room. Connor, Det. Santiago, and Lt. Anderson followed the two men, but only his human went into the cell with Det. Reed and Officer Miller where they deposited the malfunctioning android on top of a bunker bed.

She studied the defective machine, wiping off some of the thirium from its forehead with a frown.

I need to remind Det. Santiago that it isn’t necessary for the Deviants to be in perfect condition for the technicians to study them. While the Deviant did damage itself enough to temporary destroy some of its synth skin and expose its white chassis, the capture and confession itself is a victory on its own. All thanks to our teamwork.

“Hey Sparky, are you coming out? I need to lock this thing for the night.” Officer Miller yelled by the door.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Det. Santiago said, swiping her thumb over the bare white chassis one last time before exiting the cell with a frown.

A message popped up on his HUD.

MISSION SUCCESSFUL

And I didn’t even get destroyed this time. Connor thought with a smile, feeling a wonderful sensation run through his processors that was akin to being recharged. I wonder…If I keep to the minimum of injuries, I can use the future data to convince the technicians and higher–ups that the mechanosensory receptors are worthless for my survival.

“Alright, the android is sealed. I think it’s time to call it a night.” Chris said once he locked the door.

“Sounds good. I could use a bit of a shut eye.” Det. Santiago said.

“And I could use a drink after all of this.” Lt. Anderson grumbled behind her back, surprising his human partner if her small bounce was anything to go by.

Lack of awareness. Another sign of Det. Santiago’s fatigue. I need to investigate her apartment and identify the cause of her poor sleep hygiene, otherwise she won’t be in top shape during my missions. Connor thought. Now how to convince her to take me to her home…

“What’s wrong? A little charged Santiago? I can be an outlet if you want.” Det. Reed smiled.

His human snorted as she crossed her arms.

While sexual intercourse is a good method to lead into a dormant state…

“No thanks Reed. I’m good.” Det. Santiago shook her head.

…it doesn’t seem like that is an idea she’ll ever take from a wanna-be Casanova. Connor thought.

“Suit yourself.” Det. Reed blinked, backing away in surprise. “If you need me, you’ll know where to find me. I’m out.” He said, leaving as if his human cared about him.

What a poor show of courtship. Connor thought. Shame humans can’t download seductive programs like androids can. Det. Reeds needs it.

“Who the hell winks with two eyes? Does that even count as winking?”  Det. Santiago mumbled once Det. Reed was too far to hear.

Officer Miller and Lt. Anderson chuckled.

“A self-loving egoist, that’s who.” Lt. Anderson grumbled. “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m going to resume what I was doing before I got interrupted by a fucking android.” The Lieutenant said as the man glared at him.

“The mission was accomplished Lieutenant. That’s all that matters.” Connor smirked. That and maintaining a pleasant relationship with Det. Santiago. It’s not like I need to work with that disgruntled man again.

Lt. Anderson huffed before looking at his human. Then he frowned.

“Stretch your hands and massage it. Ice or heat pad. Whatever works. I don’t want to see it twitching tomorrow. Understood?” Lt. Anderson glared at her.

“Ay ay Captain.” Det. Santiago replied with a cocky smile and two–finger salute.

“Fucking kids. Night.” Lt. Anderson said, before walking away.

“Good night Lieutenant.” Connor said with a smile

“G’night.” Officer Miller and Det. Santiago said at the same time.

“So Sparky, are you still gonna fly back to New York for some real pizza after clubbing tonight?” Officer Miller said, grinning to his partner as the three of them walked back to the bullpen.

Wait what? She’s flying back to New York to go clubbing? That is a terribl–

“Chris really?” Det. Santiago rolled her eyes as she smacked his shoulder.

Oh…it was a jok–

“You know I will.” She grinned.

Nevermind. Connor frowned.

“Nothing can replace New York pizza. In fact, I’ll drive there myself if I have to.” She laughed as they arrived at her desk.

“I advise you not to do so Detective Santiago.” Connor spoke…just in case she wasn’t joking about traveling. It was difficult to tell since he just met her, and Det. Santiago seem keen on pushing her limits.

The two humans stopped, looking at him in surprise.

Did they forget I was here? It’s not like they Dismissed me. He thought. In any case, I have theirs’ –and more specifically– Det. Santiago’s attention.

“You are already sleep deprived and you have work tomorrow in the morning. You will not make it back in time, nor will you get the rest you need if you go out and socialize tonight.” He stated as he met her eyes.

She crossed her arms and glared back.

“You know what, I didn’t want to go out before, but maybe I will now.” She smirked

This was not the result I intended to cause. He frowned. Why does every interaction where I encourage her to do something only causes her to do the opposite? While she is off the clock and free to do as she pleases, I rather not have my human drink or deprive herself of sleep for our mission the next day. How can I prevent her from–

“Really Sparky?” Officer Miller said with an amused smile.

Don’t give her more encouragement Officer Miller! This is a terrible idea! Connor glared at the man.

Officer Miller didn’t even notice him.

Nor did Det. Santiago.

Instead, she took a look at her co-worker and laughed.

“Hell no! I wanna actually get some Z’s Chris. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since I moved in.” She sighed.

Connor sighed as well at that statement.

Now to ask her for the cause of her poor sleep hygie–.

“What’s seems to be the problem?” Officer Miller frowned as he collected his stuff from his desk nearby.

“I dunno. I think it might just be homesickness. This is the farthest I’ve ever been from my family.” Det. Santiago said as her shoulders dropped before frowning. “Plus, I keep hearing strange noises in the apartment.”

“It must be the pipes and vents kicking in. Some of the buildings here are old unlike your home back in New York.” Officer Miller teased.

“Hey! My suburban house is not all new. It’s close to a hundred. And my apartment building was built in the new ‘20s!” Det. Santiago said. She stuck her tongue out, but it wasn’t malicious.

Not if her crow’s feet by her eyes had anything to say.

Despite being the most advanced model Cyberlife has ever made with an emphasis on human cooperation, Officer Miller did better than me when it comes to working with my human. He was able to make her change her decision, open up and even cheered her up. What am I doing wrong? Connor thought, observing the two humans once more.

They were both bantering, never sparing even a glance at him.  

It’s like I don’t even exist. And I’m right behind them.

A new messaged popped up on his HUD.

5% LEVEL OF STRESS

This unit failed to convince its human to rest while her human coworker easily convinced her with no effort at all. He was also able to get her to discuss about her issues, building bonds that this unit needs to succeed in its mission directive. His social programming determined, nearly repeating his earlier thoughts per verbatim.

It doesn’t help that she doesn’t acknowledge my existence as well despite being next to her. Connor thought as he dismissed the message.

Then a new messaged popped up on his HUD:

ACTIVATE STAND-BY MODE?

>YES

>NO

I still need to check what’s causing my human’s sleep deprivation. I need to ensure she can get a proper night’s rest for work optimalization tomorrow.

“How professional of you.” Officer Miller chuckled.

> NO

“Thank you. I learned from the best firebenders, the mighty draaag-ons.” Det. Santiago sang with a grin. “It’s how they say hi.”

DISMISSED?

> YES

> NO

“I don’t know how your old workplace is going to deal without you. You certainly light this place up here Sparks. Literally. That was some show you put back there.” Officer Miller said as he threw on his jacket.

Even if I’m ignored, my human hasn’t Dismissed me. Not yet…

“Thanks.” Det. Santiago sighed. “I hope I didn’t scare you. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

> NO

“It’s not every day you see lightningbending up close. I didn’t expect it to be that strong. Or loud. We might have some firebenders on the force, but few of them can bend lightning. Less can even do what you did.” Officer Miller said.

Det. Santiago shrugged.

But it wasn’t a Dismissal.

Not that it would count since neither human bothered to even look at him.

It was a strange sensation.

In his short existence, Connor was rarely ignored.

Back in Cyberlife, he was always tested. During his downtime, he would interact with the technicians who were always willing to answer his questions. Especially Ms. Saleh and Scott–Green.  Yet, once testing ended and all his tasks were complete, he found himself at a blank. Those moments never lasted long; he was always powered off right after.

“It’s just practice. Used to make summer cash at a powerplant. Makes for great repetition and trying your zaps at different intensities. Now I don’t even need to worry about carrying a charger with me for my phone.” Det. Santiago said.

The only time he wasn’t powered off was yesterday. Instead, he was rebooted.

“Remind me to keep you around. I can use a phone charge or two.” Officer Miller said as he threw on his winter coat.

This felt like when Ms. Saleh and Scott–Green left him alone when they went out for lunch after they finished testing him.

“Wow. Now I see you only keep me around to be used as a charger.” Det. Santiago chuckled.

It’s not the same. It was only when I completed all my tasks and finished testing that I was alone. Connor thought as the vents turned on and warm air whooshed by him. Now that I’m out of Cyberlife and in the User Testing process, I can decide what to do until I’m Dismissed. This is different. I can create new tasks to best optimize my time before Dismissal.

“Nah, I keep you for the jokes.” Officer Miller winked. “I gotta go, don’t wanna make the missus worry. What are you going to do?”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

“I want to check the evidence. There’s something that’s nagging at my mind since we left the house. I know I forgot to write something in my notepad…I’m hoping that I’ll remember it by looking at the things we collected.” Det. Santiago frowned with a pout.

A new messaged popped up on his HUD.

NEW! TASK 1:

Convince Det. Santiago to take this unit to her place.

“Alright, don’t stay here too late and get home safe. Don’t get lost this time.” Officer Miller said, giving his human actual good advice.

“I won’t.” She winked.

NEW! TASK 2:

Determine the cause of Det. Santiago’s sleep deprivation.

“Alright good. See you tomorrow Sparky.” Officer Miller lifted his hand up in a fist.

“See you tomorrow Chris. G’night.” The two humans fist pounded each other despite the twitch Det. Santiago’s hand gave off.

“Night. Don’t forget to take care of your hands.” Officer Miller said before leaving.

NEW! TASK 3:

Eliminate the hand tremors Det. Santiago has.

It was just now the two of them. The night crew were still in their break.

The Detective sighed, fatigue and sleep deprivation written on her face and limbs as her arms sagged.

This is the best time to put my tasks into motion. Connor thought as he walked up next to her.

“You should go home. You might remember it better after getting a full night’s rest.” He said.

Det. Santiago jumped in fright.

“Jesus Christ, I completely forgot you were still here. I thought you left.” Det. Santiago frowned as she looked up to him. Her hand laid on top of her rapidly beating heart.

“Why would I leave?” Connor said. I wasn’t dismissed…

“Cause you know, most ‘droids would usually go baaaack…I didn’t dismiss you, didn’t I?” She sighed.

“No. Was I supposed to be dismissed?” He frowned. Does she have some sort of hand signal for dismissal that I didn’t know?

Det. Santiago bent her head back, groaning as a small flame flicker above her mouth.

Connor froze.

This was the second time he seen pyrokinesis performed. It was a strange phenomenon. While all other form of elemental kinesis had the user employ the environment around them, it wasn’t the same for Pyros.

They carried the element within them.

Fire is dangerous. It’s painful and destructive. His survival programming stated.

Yet the flame was small and danced above his human’s mouth, its cheerfulness opposite of her distress.

It didn’t seem dangerous.

Fire is not a form of pain or destruction for my human; it’s a form of expression. In fact, it’s rather mesmerizing beautiful.

“Inti help me, I forgot you’re a new ‘droid.” Det. Santiago mumbled.

Is that a bad thing? Connor frowned.

“Okay, so where are you even supposed to go? Do you even have your own port set up here?” She frowned as if she was the one who needed to set up his charger port and not the DPD themselves.

But it also gave him an idea on how to complete TASK 1, TASK 2 and TASK 3.

“CyberLife instructs me to stay put at the police station as I have quicker access to you or the Lieutenant here than at the CyberLife Headquarters. As of right now, I have no official charging or standby port until the Android Network logs me into the charging system on Monday at midnight.” Connor lied so easily, only to frown when his personal server connected with the DPD’s network.

Talk about irony. He thought as he glanced towards the captain’s office. I’m not even registered in the system. No wonder the auxiliary police android denied me entrance to the crime scene or why the hand scanner behaved oddly earlier; someone else had granted me access.

Det. Santiago glanced towards the back of the bullpen.

He looked back as well. All twelve charging stations were utilized as the androids stood still in their charge. They all had glazed eyes; a common practice when they were on STAND–BY mode.

In theory, I should be able to take over a charging port if Det. Santiago gives her permission like Lt. Anderson did earlier. Charging ports aren’t as restrictive compared to other administrative permissions for androids…however this will also eliminate future opportunities to visit Det. Santiago apartment…

Connor glanced back.

Det. Santiago was shivering.

She must be feeling cold with how fatigue she is. The temperature around her is 1 degree lower than usual.

“What percent is your battery at?” She said, looking back at him.

“Thirty-three percent.”

“Thirty-three percent?” She winced. “How long was it since your last charge?”

“I was fully charged last night. I had some rigorous testing to go through this morning before I was deployed to the Detroit Police Department this afternoon. I was informed that I would have a port here to recharge, but it seems like I have to wait till Monday at midnight to be assigned a charging slot.”

Which turns out to be a lie. He frowned. Even I don’t know if I’ll be assigned on Monday. I can look for old wire chargers in this place if getting her to pity me fails. There’s a high percentage the department still has them. Worst case scenario, I’ll go back to Cyberlife and use my old charging port. I need to be at full charge if I want to be at the top of my performance. Even if the commuting distance is far.

“I can wait till then.” Connor said.

“You gotta love bureaucracy.” Det. Santiago said. Connor looked back to see her sigh as she bent her head back. Then tiny flames danced above her lips once more.

“Why do you breathe fire? I noticed that you frequently do that when you’re agitated Detective Santiago.” He asked, observing how the oranges, reds and yellows flames waltzed around each other with cheerful energy that its creator lacked.

The flames vanished as she glanced down at him, studying him like he did earlier with her flames.

“I breathe fire because I want to. It feels good.” She stated as if it was a simple fact of life.

Grass is green. Lt. Anderson hates androids. I like dogs. Det. Santiago likes to breathe fire. I can understand that. Connor nodded.

“Connor, am I allowed to take you home to my place?” Det. Santiago asked.

If he could, he would smile at his handiwork if it didn’t expose his manipulative plan.

The same wonderful sensation from earlier lit in his processors once more as a new message popped up on his HUD:

TASK 1 – COMPLETED

“I have no protocols against that action, but why?” He scrunched his eyebrows and tightened his lips, hiding any hints of the joy he felt from completing his task. While her tired look hasn’t changed, there was a calculating gaze in her eyes. She was up to something.

“You can recharge at my place if you want.” She said.

That surprised him in more ways than one.

“You have an android charger?” He gasped without input from his social programming.

From what I understood, Det. Santiago had ambivalent feelings about androids. Was that data outdated? Does she have her own personal android we weren’t aware of?

Immediately, he accessed CyberLife Data to search for any Santiago that was related to the detective he was assigned to.

“But there are no androids registered under your name Detective Santiago.” He frowned.

“Geez Connor if you were human, I would call you a creep.” She teased despite the glare in her eyes.

That doesn’t answer the question. Does she have an android at home? Is it hers? Or did someone activated it and gifted to her and that’s why I couldn’t find it in the user list?

“But it’s true. And why would I be a creep? I am not human. It’s part of my programming to gather as much information when scanning someone. You have no reason to fear me.” He pouted.

Facial expressions were a tool of manipulation after all.

But do I need to be concern about her personal android going Deviant like the Philip Case? I don’t want it to think its’ human is replacing it with me. I am the most advanced android CyberLife created after all.

Det. Santiago just sighed.

“Okay Mr. NSA, rule of thumb when interacting with humans who aren’t your suspects is to not scan their background. It makes people uncomfortable and more distrusting of you when you have knowledge about them they never told you about.”

“And trust is important for humans.” Connor nodded with a smile. And giving it to you allowed me to gain more than expected considering I now have access to your place.

“Right.” She smiled back.

“But how do I gather information from them if I can’t use my scanners or programming?” He frowned. I have all these programs for a reason.

Det. Santiago sighed.

“You’re already doing it Connor. You ask them. Look and see what they have and ask questions about that, them, or their interests. There’s nothing more a person likes than to be asked about themselves.” She smiled.

“But why?” He said, thinking, My programs will speed up the information acquiring process up.

“Because it makes us feel good and important. Everyone likes to feel like that at some point. And if you’re really good, you can even get their life story; but do your best to avoid that skill. It gets annoying after a while.” She winced.

It was obvious it happened more than she preferred.

“Isn’t obtaining their background history a good skill to have?” Especially when it makes a difference in understanding the people that you work with? I barely have any data on you due to your out-of-state status detective.

She shook her head with a rueful smile.

“Not always. So back to my original question. Do you want to go home with me and charge? Or wait till tomorrow? I can recharge you with lightningbending, buuuuuut I rather avoid that for now.” She showed him her trembling hand, remainders of her earlier electrokinesis usage.

I can’t ask her to charge me in this state…it’s best risking the visit despite the hypothetical android in her home. I still need to solve what is causing her poor sleep hygiene before it becomes a problem later.

“I would appreciate charging at your home.” He nodded. “Thank you, Detective Santiago.”

“No problemo. Let’s go Connor.” She said.

They walked out of the building and to her car. Before Det. Santiago could even press the button to open the car, the keys fell out of her trembling hand. She picked it up only for it to fall out once more.

“Ugggh. Note to self, carry those special gloves at all times.” She groaned.

Connor sighed and squat down to grab it before she could even reach it. She looked up to him, at eye level with each other for once. He couldn’t help but slightly smirk as he spung the key ring on his finger before placing it on his other hand.

While it would’ve been easy to take the keys and go to the driver’s seat –therefore forcing his human to listen to him– their relationship would sour. There would be less cooperation from his human later in the future considering it was exactly what he did with Lt. Anderson.

And look how friendly Lt. Anderson became with him after Connor spilled his drink? All in the name of forcing him to listen. He wasn’t going to let his relationship with his human disintegrate for the lack of patience. 

Instead, he needed to offer her the choice for her to trust him.

“Detective Santiago…may I suggest letting me drive this time? Please?” He said softly as he offered her keys back to her with his palm wide open.

Giving her the choice to trust him or not.

Please trust me like I did with you earlier. He thought as she met his optics.

A second could feel like minutes or even hours based on how quick he processed the seconds.

After another long two seconds, Det. Santiago placed her shaky hand over the keys.

He nodded, sighing as his social programs stated a fact he already figured out himself.

She needs more time to trust this unit.

Det. Santiago’s thumb twitched as she rubbed it against his wrist.

But she didn’t take the keys.

Why isn’t she taking it? Connor thought as she looked up to him.

“Zuzu is an old car. A used 2025 blue Ford Escape I bought when I turned 21. She’s my first car. We traveled everywhere from Canada to Florida and now Detroit. She’s my baby.” She pressed the key against his hand. The car beeped a second later as she removed her hand with a small smile on her lips.

Det. Santiago is offering this unit a token of her trust. His social programming stated.

She trusts me. Connor thought, nodding as he met her eyes.

“I can see your car has a high amount of personal value to you. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful when driving it.” He said, making his tone as serious and sincere as possible.

“Her. Zuzu is a girl.” Det. Santiago said as she stood up as her smile grew.

Connor felt himself mimicking it as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He waited to listen to any other sentimental details she was about to offer him as she opened her mouth…

…only to lose balance as she shoved him back.

“I call shotgun. Last one in there is a rotten egg!” Det. Santiago grinned as she sprinted into the car as Connor’s buttocks landed on the wet concrete ground.

…What? Connor thought as his human partner slammed the door closed.

He quickly got up, dusting off any grime before he walked to the door and sat in the driver’s seat.

“Lo-looks like I won Robocop.” Det. Santiago huffed with a smile.

Det. Santiago played a racing game and had a head start to win. Trust is being built as she is nicknaming this unit, personifying her experience with it. His social programming stated.

“That you did, but you had an unfair start.” He softly smiled at the data he gathered as they both put their seatbelts on. Well, he did.

Det. Santiago’s hand was still twitching and couldn’t properly grab the seatbelt tongue despite her attempts.

Before the belt flew back to its original spot, he caught it and buckled his partner in.

“Thanks.” She said as she looked up to him.

Her cheeks are flushed…must be from the small sprint she did moments ago. Connor thought as he said, “My pleasure Detective Santiago.”

Connor started the engine and adjusted the mirrors and seat for his height. It was rather amazing how a few inches changed a person’s perspective. Once everything was set, he backed up the car as he searched in his database for Det. Santiago’s address.

Driving straight to her home without asking for her address will cause her to suspect you and diminish the trust this unit is building with Det. Santiago. The Santiago Protocol stated.

It’s quicker to scan for her personal information to obtain her address. The sooner this unit gets her home, the sooner she can rest. His objective directive stated.

Two options popped upon on his HUD screen:

>ASK

>DRIVE

Connor stopped the car.

>ASK

“Something wrong?” Det. Santiago asked she looked at him with concern.

“You said humans prefer to impart their background rather than me obtaining them through a scan without their permission. I could lose trust if I do so.” He stated, recalling what she said earlier.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Det. Santiago nodded despite the confusion in her face.

“You also said that trust is important in a partnership for us to work together earlier at the gas station.”

“Your point?” She huffed with an annoy look.

“I won’t scan nor look up your personal information. We are partners and I want to keep your trust for my mission to work.” He stated, waiting for her smile to affirm his reasoning.

“Wooow. Answer of the year folks!” She hissed with a golf clap.

Connor frowned as he checked in with his social programming for advice to tackle this unexpected reaction.

Ask and listen to gather more data. Was all it had to say.

“I don’t understand.” He said.

“Of course you don’t!” She glared. Connor’s frown deepened as she huffed and rolled her eyes at him. He nearly opened his mouth if his social programming didn’t state a message that said:

Wait. Listen.

“You’re new to humanity. A baby android in my book. When were you activated?” She asked, her eyes intense as lighting as they zoomed in on him.

“On August 15, 2038 at 15:03 Eastern Time.” He stated as he tilted his head. “I don’t understand what that has-”

“You were activated for three months, and you still have a robot-hitch!?!? What? Did they turn you off and reactivated you once my job started?” His human leaned back against the car door with eyes wide open.

“No. My predecessor was unfortunately destroyed during my first mission. CyberLife needed to rebuild my current model and then transfer the data I sent over before I was destroyed. Regrettably, not everything could be saved. I was reactivated today. I still don’t understand what all of this has to do with you disliking my response for gaining your trust.”

Or why you think I’m a ‘baby android’. A stray thought ran through his processor, causing him to pause.

“Also, Detective Santiago,” He scowled, “I am not a “baby android”. My model is based after a young man in his late twenti–”

“No wonder you’re like this!”

Connor fell silent.

Det. Santiago had closed her eyes as she sighed before opening them again to him.

“Okay, let me get down some of the basics for you. All newly activated androids are babies to me because you have to teach them and get them orientated to the world around them and humanity as a whole. Especially social interaction. That is the backbone of human society. Since you’re the latest model, your human interactions protocols are the best I’ve seen–”

Connor couldn’t help but straighten up even more as a smirk slipped on his face.

“–but your understanding of those interactions sucks. I met 10-year-old androids that get it more than you do.”

Ask and listen. This unit needs to adapt to the world around it in order to execute its orders properly. His social programming stated.

Connor felt his body cave in with his next stimulated exhale.

“How do my understanding of human interactions “suck”?” He said, feeling his lips tense up with each word he said.

“Going back to your response on keeping my trust. If you were a person, I would call you an asshole. Telling me that you want my trust just for a mission is a terrible way to keep it Connor. In fact, you would probably lose it since it means that I can be expandable for your cause the moment I get in your way. Humans don’t work like that. Human trust isn’t based on just accomplishing your missions, task or duty.” She scowled.

“Then what is it based on?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“We trust based on who you are. If you keep your word. The things you do. The actions you take. What you value. You gain it by who you are and what you do. And it can all be easily lost if you fuck up. Even once.” She said as she lifted her index finger up in the air.

Grow and maintain Det. Santiago’s trust…or the mission will be more difficult to accomplish. Both his objective directive and social programing stated in agreement for once.

Connor nodded.

“I’ll take your input in consideration. For now, can you tell me where you live Detective Santiago?”

“I live in Mexicotown right now in the Sonnenberg Apartments. By the corner of Junction Ave and Toledo.” She sighed.

“Destination, Sonnenberg Apartments. Got it.” Connor said.

He pulled up a map on his HUD as a route was made for him. He glanced over to his partner and noted her spazzing hand.

That isn’t good. He frowned.

Build trust by taking care of her. The Santiago Protocol stated. Connor quickly pulled up medical programing and found the needed treatment for alleviating tremors.

“Once we get to your apartment, we can run it under warm water, and I can help stretch out the rest. You should massage your hands to minimize the spasm for the meanwhile.”

“Fine Dad, I will.” She chuckled as he backed the car out into the driveway, then drove into the street.

“Why did you call me Dad? I am not your father.” He asked the thought without processing it.

His current mission of driving the detective home safe took priority.

“It’s a joke Connor. People say it to someone when they’re acting like a parent to them. Like you did right then.”

“You sure like making jokes Detective Santiago. Why do you do that?”

“It’s who I am. I like making things light. In fact, I would always be the one cracking jokes at hoooome…shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Connor said as he thought: I can’t even look at her, my focus on the road is vital for her safety.

“Uh-nothing. Nothingthatyouneedtoworryabout. Hey! Let me turn on some music. It’s getting kinda quiet in here.” She mumbled as he heard her click a button on the radio.

Instrumental Jazz started playing.

Strange. I didn’t think that our conversation was that quiet. She isn’t even using her playlist. Her voice sounds rather tense, and she diverted the conversation. It’s clear that something at home is stressing her out. She did mention she heard some strange noises in her place earlier…I should ask her about that. Connor thought.

Det. Santiago is currently not open to conversation. It is likely she will shut it down if you ask about it specifically. The Santiago Protocol calculated.

What if I make it an open-ended question? He thought back.

Det. Santiago will likely shut it down. The Santiago Protocol said.

But it didn’t say no.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine…just…justrememberI’mstillmovingin. Forgive me if my home’s a mess.” She mumbled, her strained voice giving way to the soft tunes of a jazz waltz piece from the radio.

A messy home can’t be the reason to cause this much stress. There must be more she isn’t revealing. Connor thought before the slow piece shifted to a more excitable upbeat tune. It was the opposite of how the piece started.

What’s the name of this song? He thought, as his processors started analyzing the tune.

Lost Waltz

Dave Brubeck

Jazz

Released date - 1965

“I know you like Latin pop music. I didn’t take you for a jazz person Detective.” Connor said. Not that I could have considering we just met.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot I had this channel on. I couldn’t find something that I like and just landed on the instrumental channel by chance. They were playing Jazz in the morning, and I just kept it there. Felt like home.” Det. Santiago said, her voice soft and warm, unlike its earlier tenseness.

“Really? How so?” Connor found himself saying, his curious nature taking a hold of his thoughts.

“I used to play Jazz when I was in school. It always brought back good memories.” Connor could easily hear the smile in her voice as he kept his eyes on the road.

“What instrument did you play?” Connor asked, finding himself wanting to know more about the person behind the detective he worked with.

Afterall…humans are not just their occupation unlike us androids. He thought as he felt a small sensation sink in his chest before it vanished. Strange. That didn’t feel like the wonderful sensation after a successful mission. He thought before shifting focus when he heard his human speak once more.

“I played trombone. At one point, I played the sax when I was in college. But ironically enough, some of my fondest memories came from eating at this one McDonalds. They always had jazz music on in the background. It always made me feel at ease. Especially when midterms or finals came around.” He could hear her smiling once more before a loud growl became the main sound in the car.

It reminded Connor of a video he saw on the internet while he was waiting for Ms. Saleh and Scott–Green to come back from their lunch break. A ferocious dog was growling at another dog who wanted to steal it’s toy.

A growling dog would make sense for the cause of that sound. Unfortunately, there were no dogs in this car. However, he could calculate what made that sound considering the only living organism here was his human.

“When was the last time you ate a meal?” Connor asked.

“Uhhhhhh...”

Connor did not like the sound of that.

“…I think it might have been when I ate that big lunch with Chris today. It was a little bit before I met you. However, I did eat two energy bars on the way to the crime scene after you found Hank. They usually fill me up if I don’t have time to eat.” Connor could easily imagine his human sheepishly smiling.

“You should eat a proper meal Detective. It isn’t healthy to replace a meal with energy bars.” Connor frowned.

“I know, I know…I’ll do better in the future.” He could hear her rolling her eyes before her stomach roared.

“You said you were still moving in Detective. Do you have food at home at least?”

“…No…buuuut I am sure in the mood for some McDonalds now that I talked about it. I think there’s a McDonalds up ahead if you keep driving on Michigan Ave past Junction.”

A quick search proved that there was. He redirected his route and soon found himself waiting on line at the Drive–Thru before pulling into a parking spot so his human can eat there at her request.

Jazz music played as he asked her more questions about her short music career. She was more than happy to talk about it as she ate her meal. While Connor was rather repealed by the high calorie and sodium filled food, considering his human was a Pyro, it wouldn’t mean much once her winter flame set in.

Still, it’s important she eats a healthy diet for optimal performance. He thought as his human came back in the car after tossing her trash in the garbage can nearby. A fat smile painted her lips as she sat down and buckled up.

“Better Det. Santiago?” He said. Connor couldn’t help but mirror her smile.  

“A whole lot better Con.” She mumbled with a yawn.

“That’s good to hear.” He said as he started the car. Soft orchestral music started playing as he drove out of the parking lot and back on the road.

Now might be a good time to ask her about the noise she hears at home. I’ve already helped her deal with some homesickness she’s feeling. Connor thought as he recalled their earlier conversation.

Det. Santiago is currently open to conversation. It is likely she will confess if you ask about it specifically. The Santiago Protocol calculated.

Good. He thought. Time to solve her mysterious noise case.

A beat passed before he spoke.

“Det. Santiago, while I am unable to help you with homesickness immediately, I recalled that you mentioned to Officer Miller that you keep hearing strange noises in your apartment that’s affecting your sleep. I can help you identify the noises you hear. Would you mind telling me in more detail how the noises sound like?”

The only reply he got back was the sound of the soft piano from the radio.

Det. Santiago is currently not open to conversation. It is likely she will shut it down if you ask about it specifically. The Santiago Protocol calculated.

Still, I got to try. We didn’t end this conversation on a bad note. He thought back to the protocol, ignoring the advice it gave.

“The reason why I ask is because I think if I can identify the cause of the noise, it should ease your mind and help you with a better night’s sleep. Sleep is important you know.”

Silence.

Det. Santiago is a rather stubborn person. Connor thought as he arrived at a red light. I can be stubborn too.

Immediately he turned to further question her only to see his human sleeping with her chin against her chest.

I should adjust that. Connor thought as he reoriented her head to lean against the car door, putting less pressure on her neck.

She didn’t even stir at his touch.

Looks like Det. Santiago’s fatigue had finally caught up with her…at least it’s with me behind the wheel instead of her. He thought. Connor mirrored her smile as he observed her slumber state.

He never seen a sleeping human.

While her still pose reminded him of the deceased officer at the Phillips apartment, the look on her face was opposite. Her eyebrows were relaxed, and her breaths were slow and steady. There was a tranquil peace on her face that he hadn’t seen on her since he met her.

I’m glad she’s able to relax.

Connor frowned at the redacted thought.

Must be some remaining errors from the fall at the tower. He thought as he focused back on the road, listening to the rest of the peaceful orchestra waltz.

…

The rest of the trip was quick with no problems to report aside from the small wait for the basement garage door to open and then finding parking.

Once that was done, Connor had one final task to complete, but the decision on how to do it stun him.

I wish I didn’t have to disturb her. It will make it more difficult for her to sleep later. Connor thought as he looked at her. If I carry her, I still need to get her out of the car and the cold itself might awaken her. Not to mention, I have no data to support the possibility that she won’t mind. And carrying her might breach the trust that’s been recently build.

Connor sighed as he finally came to one decision at least.

He got out of the car and made his way to open her door on the other side.

Immediately, she began to shiver.

“Detective, it’s time to wake up. Detective Santiago?” He said.

“Uggh…Five more minutes.” She croaked, not moving at all.

“Detective Santiago.” He shook her shoulder.

“Goooo awaaay.” She said as she tapped his hand with no effort behind it.

“Detective Santiago–”

“It’s Chispa…like the spark. I’m not at work.” She mumbled.

Trust has been built between this unit and Det. Santiago. Permission has been given for use of a nickname. The Santiago Protocol noted. It will be best to use her nickname as much as possible.

“Chispa,” He said, smiling at the upgrade in relationship status, “We have arrived at your building.”

“Uh-huh. That’s good.” She mumbled, still not moving like before.

Two options popped up on his HUD screen:

>CARRY

>AWAKEN

It is best to awaken Chispa by letting more cold air in. Touching her will assist her awakening as well; however, there is a small chance she will be irritated as humans are prone to do when awaking. The Santiago Protocol stated.

Connor did as suggested.

>AWAKEN

He stepped to the side as he opened the door more, letting the cold air penetrate the car before he shook her shoulders. When neither of them caused a reaction, he started patting her cheeks.

“Chispa, it’s time to go.”

He couldn’t help but smile seeing how she finally opened her eyes to glare at him.

“Shut the door. It’s warm and comfy here.” She mumbled, curling herself inwards to fend herself from the cold air as she blinked at him with a frown. “Who are you anyways? Are you lost or something? I don’t own any androids.”

He smiled at that. At least that question was answered.

“I’m Connor, the android sent by CyberLife. I was sent to assist you in the deviant cases Detective Santiago.”

“Connor…who? I don’t know you.” She croaked as her eyes scanned his body.

She’s still sleepy. She doesn’t even recognize me. He thought with a sigh.

Try to be as friendly as possible to not frighten her. Say something familiar to her to recall her memory. The Santiago Protocol stated.

Humans are better at recalling things that has strong emotions attached to it. It must be a good memory though. I doubt she’ll appreciate my presence if I cause her to recall anything that is coated in anger or surprise…but laughter on the other hand…

“Okay, how about Galaxy? The android sent by Samsung. Are you sure you don’t remember me?” He chuckled.

“Galaxy? Who names their android Galax–”

She froze before snickering once more.

Her face brightens up when she laughs. He thought.

“Oooooh. I get it.” She said at last. “Wow, are you here to…to defeat the overpriced Apple products?” Det. Santiago yawned as she rubbed her face.

“Not today. Maybe later after we solve the deviant case.” He winked, getting a chuckle from his human.

“Alright, I’m uuuuup.” She yawned. She unbuckled herself and nearly fell as she jumped out if he didn’t catch her shoulders.

“Thanks Connor.” She chuckled as her cheeks blushed once more. “I think I’m ready for bed.” She said as she patted his hand before closing her eyes.

Her fingertips caressed the back of his hand. They were soft and rather warm.

“Interesting.” Det. Santiago said as she opened her eyes and turned his hand over.

She studied his palm. Her fingers stroked down the different valleys of creases and wrinkles that CyberLife gave him. In their quest to mimic humanity’s image, no detail was too small to perfect their perfect humanoid machine. He could feel each small movement her fingertips took.

Her studious concentration reminded him of the moments he was in the testing room with the technicians. Each focused face looking for any possible defective error he might have on him.

“Is there something wrong Detective Santiago?” He asked. Did she find something defective on me?

“It’s Chispa. I’m not at work.” She said, looking at him in amazement. “Your hands…they feel…human. It doesn’t feel like the rough pig-texture skin I felt before on other robots.”

“My synthetic skin is one of CyberLife’s latest technological advancements in creating high quality androids.” He smiled. He passed her visual and physical examination. “After all, CyberLife designed me to be the most advanced prototype of my kind.”

“And the vainest as well.” She snickered.

“Androids aren’t vain. I am just verbalizing a minor fact.” He stated.

Only Deviants are vain. I’m no Deviant. Connor grumbled mentally to himself as he shifted into his default standing mode. Maybe my human needs to be reminded of this fact. I do have the best social programming that makes it easy to trick humans of my orthodoxic state. And Det. Santiago is no exception.

Det. Santiago frowned with a sigh.

“Alright Connor, you aren’t vain. Can you do me a favor and lock my car please?”

“Affirmative Detective.” He nodded, ignoring the odd small sinking sensation his chest. Unlike last time though, this sensation didn’t vanish.

I should run some diagnostics tonight to check that. He thought as he closed the door behind her and clicked the lock button. The car beeped as the headlights flashed for a second.

“Thank you. Also, it’s Chispa, not Detective. I’m off duty.” She rolled her eyes. “Let’s go to my place.”

Trust has been built between this unit and Det. Santiago. Permission has been given for use of HER nickname, CHISPA. It will be best to use her nickname as much as possible. The Santiago Protocol restated.

Connor nodded.

They made their way into the building.

There Connor noticed a lot of new things.

In the hallways, their footsteps barely echoed against the blue carpets that had small yellow stars. The walls were painted beige with light gray diamonds. The elevator had music that was soft and jazzy. Even the lighting was a soft yellow compared to the harsh whites Cyberlife had.

Det. Santiago stopped in front of door 403 before giggling.

This must be her apartment. Connor thought as he took out the keys.

“What’s so funny Detective Santiago?” He asked as she pointed to him the right key.

Trust has been built between this unit and Det. Santiago. Permission has been given for use of HER nickname, CHISPA. It will be best to use her nickname as much as possible. The Santiago Protocol restated.

Connor dismissed the message.

“I was so close to getting 404. I would be able to joke with you that my apartment can’t be found.” She grinned.

“While it is not found, it’s sure forbidden.” He chuckled. A server joke…not bad.

“What? How is it forbidden?” Det. Santiago frowned.

“HTTP 403, known as 403 Forbidden, signifies that the requested resource is forbidden to the client.” Connor said as he opened the door. He waved the detective in.

“In this case,” She smirked as she flicked the switch on, “403 does not apply to yooooou.” Det. Santiago winced as he looked up from her to her living quarters.

Needless to say, it was evident she had no domestic android.

Not with the mess that laid in front of him.

The sink was filled with dirty dishes. The couch wasn’t set up. Tools laid scattered about. Boxes where everywhere, some open and unopened. Then there was the knocked over mandarin tree that spilled dirt around it.

“Your habitation is very disorganized.” Connor said as he locked the door behind him.

“Well… that’s one way to put it.” Det. Santiago said in front of him, shoulders slump. Then she shook her head before breathing in. “No, I’m not going to be ashamed of my current situation.”

Gone was the vulnerable person as she stood up straight and marched in front of him and threw out her arms.

“Connor, welcome to my new home.” She grinned before dropping her arms to rub her shoulder. “I know it might look bad, buuuuuut… it’s a work in progress.” She gave him a half-smile.

Interesting how defensive she is about the state of her home despite the evidence proving she hasn’t finished moving in. Speaking about the state of her home… He thought as he glanced around the room before looking at his human.

“I don’t detect any threats here that can hurt you. Why were you afraid of showing me your home if it wasn’t for something dangerous? It is reasonable that your habitation will be in a disarrayed state until you finish moving in.”

Once more, the vulnerable person appeared as Det. Santiago sighed with slumped shoulders.

“It’s cause in my culture, having an unkept house reflects badly on you. Siempre mantiene tu casa limpia mija. Nunca sabes si alguien va a venir. ¡Chuta!” She covered her mouth as she looked at him in fear.

Did the Detective see something? What is she afraid of?

“If my mom even knew that you were here, she would lecture me like: ¡Qué vergüenza mija! Que te dije? ¡¿Estas enseñando todo el mundo que vives así?! ¡Yo no crié una niña irresponsable!”

That’s it? Her mother? Connor frowned, saying, “But I’m not a person. I’m a machine.”

“Ha. Like that matters for a Latina mom. Even you admitted that my place is a mess. That’s more than enough for her.”

She sighed as she picked up the knocked down mandarin tree. Then she walked up to the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet and started washing the dishes. He stood right next to her, noting how much her hands trembled.

“It’s just that, it’s a big deal for me to have my own place and be on my own. Show the world that I’m an adult…that I’m not afraid. But between getting furniture, filling out DPD paperwork and meeting up with both the DECDIB –Detroit Civilian Disciplinary Broad–, and DESWA –Detroit Social Welfare Agency– I didn’t have time to move in. In fact, the only things I managed to set up is the bedrooms and bathroom! And that’s only because mis hermanos me ayudaron mudar! And I couldn’t even finish building the IKEA couch solita!”

She pulled up a clean wet dish and blew flames into it, smiling with pride at the dried plate. Then her trembling hand released its grip. The plate landed on his hand a second later than he expected it to.

“Thanks.” She sighed, as he placed it on the drying rank. “I guess the tremors still hadn’t worn off.” She joked, giving him a crooked smile before dropping it as he looked at her.

“Let’s go to the bathroom and run it under lukewarm water. I’ll massage your hands afterwards.” He said, unamused at her efforts to pretend everything was fine.

It seemed like she agreed too. With a nod, she took them to her bathroom.

Connor made Det. Santiago sit on the toilet lid as warm water poured over her hands. He watched how her hands slowly relaxed before he closed the faucet after 12 minutes and 32 seconds.

A glance at her face showed that her hands weren’t the only muscle group relaxing.

She opened her eyes as he took her small hand and placed it between his larger ones.

He started massaging.

He noted how tight certain sections were if her moans of relief and painful hiss were of any indication.

He increased the heat production around his hands and applied more pressure at certain points before he noted that her hand had stopped trembling.

It was limp like normal.

Still, he kept at it, using it as an excuse to gather as much data on her length, width and depth of her hand and fingers. Every single piece of data helped when it came to calculating physical movements. Once he got the information that he needed did he stop.

“I’m done.” He said.

Det. Santiago lifted her hand, flexing and moving it. This time, there were no tremors.

“How is it?” He asked.

“It’s good.” She smiled as she looked at him.

A wonderful sensation lit in his core as he read the message that popped up on his HUD:

TASK 3 – COMPLETED

“May I have your other hand?” He asked.

She nodded and gave her other hand to massage. Like before, he used the heat and pressure of his hands to relax her, noting how this hand differed from the other besides its chirality.

“You know, if the whole detective bot thing doesn’t work out, you can always find a job as a personal masseur.” Det. Santiago teased.

“That won’t happen. I always accomplish my mission.” He stated as she chuckled. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up to her.

“What’s so funny Detective?” He tilted his head. How is that last statement funny?

“What if you were given a mission where you weren’t meant to succeed? What would you do then?”

Connor snorted and rolled his eyes and went back to studying her non-trembling hand instead, focusing on the best ways to massage it and not that ridiculous question she posed for him.

“I’m a machine, designed to accomplish a task. Failure isn’t written in my programming.”

“It might not be, but you can’t guarantee that the person giving you the missions will ensure that you’ll succeed in it. Afterall, aren’t you still a prototype?” She frowned.

“I’m the most advanced prototype of my kind.” He smirked.

“But you’re still a prototype. That means you must have some loose bolts or screws they still haven’t figured out. Otherwise, why would they send out a prototype to beta-test instead of a final product for you to do…whatever you were meant to do.”

Det. Santiago paused.

“What where you meant to do? I know you’re acting like my partner, but what’s your real function?” She lifted her right eyebrow.

“CyberLife sent me with one goal. To hunt down deviants. I will see to it that I succeed.” Connor stated.

“Still doesn’t answer the question.” She mumbled.

Connor choose to ignore that, focusing only on massing her hand until he got the data needed and the hand was relaxed.

“I’m done.” He said.

The Detective lifted her hand up and flexed it before she snaped and a small flame danced above her thumb.

It’s so tiny. Connor thought as he bent down to see the flame at eye level.

Be cautious, fire is painful. His survival programming stated.

“Wanna try bending fire for yourself?” Det. Santiago asked with a soft smile.

“That’s impossible.” Connor frowned as he looked up to her. “Only humans can bend fire and even then, only a select few like you can.” He sighed.

One of the few things that redacted memory had left him after his magi examinations was the encoded dangers fire could bring. But when he looked in front of him, all he saw was a tiny harmless flame.

“Pfff, you’re thinking inside the box…although to be honest, I don’t think robots are meant to think outside of it.” She stated.

“No, we’re not.” Connor mumbled, watching how Det. Santiago bounced the flame from one fingertip to the other.

“This is a favorite move for beginners to practice coordination. I like to call it La llamita bailarina.” She said.

“The little dancing flame.” Connor said back in English, watching the tiny flame slowly diminished till it evaporated from sight.

“Lay your hand flat, palms up, like you’re holding a book.” Det. Santiago said. Connor looked up to her and followed her instructions out of curiosity. She then placed her hands underneath his before she took a deep breath and exhaled.

Connor felt new energy run through his hands before a blaze emerged above his hands.

It doesn’t hurt. It almost feels like I’m being charged.

His processors paused as he studied the dancing flame above his palm. The fire wasn’t burning him. Instead, it soothed him, eliminating the cold he never noticed around his hands, feeling the warmth move through his limbs.

It felt better than the sensation of completing a task.

He moved his hands left and right as Det. Santiago’s hands stayed attached to his. The fire followed his movements, never once burning his skin or chassis.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^

Tell Det. Santiago how it feels like. It will increase the bond. The Santiago Protocol quipped.

“It feels warm and alive, like having energy flow through your wires, recharging your system.” He said, stopping his hands in front of him, admiring how the fire danced on him without harm.

“Huh, never heard an android describe firebending to me like that before. Although to be fair, you are the first android I’ve done this to. Most people describe it as holding a hot cup of coco in a cold winter’s day while drinking it at the same time, making you feel all warm and giddily in-aaaaah-side.” The Detective yawned.

The flame grew into a high wall. He couldn’t even see his human’s face.

A new message popped up, continuously blinking in his HUD:

DANGER! DANGER! TOO CLOSE! BACK AWAY FROM THE FLAMES! His survival programming ordered.

Connor ignored it, instead focusing on the warmth Det. Santiago’s flame brought him.

Her fire isn’t dangerous at all… Connor uploaded this new information into his drive, finally allowing for the warning alert to vanish. Now to focus on the warm flames.

Then a second later the fire vanished, allowing him to see Det. Santiago’s face once more.

“Alright, I think that’s enough excitement for the night. Let’s get your bed ready.” She said as she dropped her hands.

“Androids don’t need sleep.” Connor frowned as he felt some of the warmth vanish from his hands. At least the heat from her flame had lingered despite its absence. “We don’t recharge the same way as you humans do.”

“I still see you’re thinking inside the box Connor. Follow me, I’ll show you.” Det. Santiago snickered as she walked towards the door. Then she stopped and looked back at him. “By the way, how tall are you?”

“I am 6’0 or 1.83 meters. Why?”

She bit her lower lips.

“I think some of my brother’s clothes can fit you. Wait here.” She said leaving the room.

Connor stood still before his curious nature took over and had him analyzing the bathroom to know his human better.

Unlike her living room or kitchen, the bathroom was tidy up. Det. Santiago had scented hand soap and air freshener. She also had matching hand and body towels. The only thing that appeared out of line was the shower curtains. They seem more fit for a child than an adult as he scanned the details of the printed fish images while touching the Vinyl curtains.

Finding Nemo

Released date: 18 May 2003

Nemo – A Clownfish

Dory – A Pacific Blue Tang Fish

“You like it? Finding Nemo was one of my favorite movies as a kid.” Det. Santiago said.

Connor froze.

How did I not notice her presence? Connor thought as he immediately dropped his hands and looked at Det. Santiago before noting she held a pair of collegiate pants and T-shirt from different SUNY schools on one hand and a pair of hangers in her other.

“Why did you bring me clothes and hangers?”

She hummed before shrugging.

“It’ll be better to wear these, so you don’t ruin your work clothes when you go to bed. You seem like the type who likes to wear nice clothes.” She smiled.

“But androids don’t need sleep.” He restated.

“I already know that.” She huffed, rolling her eyes. “Just change into these and let me know when you’re ready.” He caught the clothes she threw at him before placing the hangers on the towel holder. She then left and closed the door behind her.

Det. Santiago is a rather strange human. Connor concluded as he started undressing himself. She doesn’t need to do this…or give me privacy. I have no qualms undressing in front of her.

She does though. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have closed the door. His social programming noted as he placed his dress clothes on the hanger. The room felt colder in just his Cyberlife issued boxers. Looking at them only reminded him of the new unneeded addition he had.

How do humans deal with this? Surely natural selection would push human evolution to create an internal storage space like dolphins to prevent injuries to their reproductive organs. He sighed.

With that thought, he pulled the sweatpants up, noting how soft they were unlike his rough tactical pants CyberLife provided him. The T-shirt was also smooth against his skin, but it was evident it was worn by the fading lettering on the shirt. Once he was done, he glanced at the mirror to see how it looked.

I look like a human if it wasn’t for my LED. Connor thought. While the clothes are a perfect fit, I wonder why she has her brother’s clothes. Is this a way for her to deal with her homesickness? He thought as he opened the door.

To his surprise, she wasn’t outside waiting for him.

“Detective Santiago, I’ve changed into the clothes you gave me. Where are you?” Connor said out loud.

“In here.” She called out. Connor picked up the hangers and followed her voice into a bedroom, noting how she was connecting a plug into the outlet before she looked back at him.

“You look like a college kid. All you need is some red bull, messy hair and baggy eyes to complete the ‘finals look’.” She snickered as he slightly bent down to hang the hangers on the empty closet rod. He quickly smoothed out any wrinkles that formed, leaving the pants crisp and sharp.

“That will never happen. This will probably be the only time you’ll see me dressed this slack Detective. I have an image to uphold.” He huffed, rolling his eyes as he stood up frowning. Now, where is her android charger… He thought as he scanned the room.

“That image doesn’t matter here.” Det. Santiago exhaled, a small flame escaping from her smiling lips. “You’re in my house, you don’t need to uphold any image. You can just be Connor in the same way I’m Chispa here, which by the way, I would prefer if you call me that when I’m off-duty.” She pointed at him with a raised eyebrow.

Noted. On another note, there is no android charger here. Connor concluded with a sigh.

“Chispa, I’ve done all that you asked of me. Where is the android charger that you spoke of earlier?”

“I never said I had an android charger. I can charge you with this though.” She pointed to the Qi-Charger pad taped up onto a wall with a galaxy theme duct tape.

“That Qi-Charger won’t be enough to charge me to even 40% before we go back to work in the morning, I am currently at 31%.” He frowned, thinking, It didn’t take too much time to massage the tremors out of her hand. She should be able to re-charge me with her electrokinesis if what she said earlier was true...

“That’s if you’re on with all your programs activated...” She pointed at him with a smile. “…But if you go into stasis mode with the Qi-charger, it should charge you close to a hundred. That’s why I gave you my brother’s spare clothes, so you don’t wrinkle yours while you lay down and essentially recharge while you sleep.”

He glanced from Chispa towards to Qi-charger pad taped up onto the wall. He bit his lower lip.

While Chispa’s calculation isn’t incorrect, I should make tonight’s report to CyberLife quick and then investigate the noise keeping her up before powering dow–

“You don’t have to do this if you like.” He glanced towards Chispa. Her sunny disposition dropped, leaving vulnerability in its place just like when they were outside the interrogation room. “I can charge you tomorrow if we can find my special gloves and if not, I don’t mind another hand spas–”

“You said this should charge me close to a hundred percent.” Connor stated, meeting her nervous eyes.

“I swear it on my fire.” She stated. A small flame lit above her palm as nervousness was replaced by certainty in her eyes. “May Inti take it if he deems me wrong.”

A new message popped up on his HUD after a quick search:

Inti – An ancient Incan sun god.

Considered the patron deity of Pyros who gifted pyrokinesis to humanity.

‘I swear it on my fire. May Inti take it if he deems me wrong.’ – a variation of ‘I swear to God’ for pyrokinetics, specifically from the Andean region, used to emphasize belief in the truth that is spoken.

Even without the swearing, Connor believed her.

Partnership involved trust.

She gave him her trust.

And Connor will give his.

He nodded.

“Okay, I will enter stasis mode and will awaken at 8 am tomorrow.” Connor said, watching as Chispa’s flame vanished, leaving behind her bright smile. He laid down on the bed before grinning back at his partner.

“Besides, the galaxy duct tape fits me. It’s my name after all.” He winked.

Chispa snorted at his joke before genuinely laughing, light and carefree.  

Wish her a good night.  The Santiago Protocol stated.

“Good night Chispa.” He said.

“Good night Connor.” She smiled as he closed his eyes.

A new message popped up on his HUD:

RUN Zen_Garden.exe?

>YES

>NO

…

>YES

When he opened them again, he found himself in a new environment.

Chapter Text

Bedtime found you once more underneath Connor’s bed, dealing with the same shit as the night before. With the little LED color lighting that snuck through your Great Cardboard Box Wall, you studied the small rings on the wood planks above you. The conversation you had with Connor after your late grocery run ran through your mind.

…

“Why do you think there are so many countries that celebrate their independence day from the British? Including us Americans”. You joked as you put away some of the groceries.

Connor wasn’t pleased with your side trip, complaining about your lack of sleep, but you had a lack of food to worry about first.

“Mistreatment. It’s a good cause for independence along with self-determination. It’s an important basis in humanity and your self-being. It is easy to see why people revolted to be free.

“Huh…you’re not wrong on that…” You mumbled.

…

Those few sentences continuously repeated on your mind like a broken record. And once more, you wondered, if there was more to deviants than what the case was first made out to be.

People want independence from mistreatment…but androids aren’t people. They can’t feel or think like we do… Yet why do the two cases show me otherwise? Ryan was abused. Terry was protecting his owner. They behaved like a human would in that situation…but you can’t program humanity onto robots…can you?

Sure, there’s the mirroring protocol…but Kamski said we didn’t need to worry about them becoming sentient. They’re just following their programming, just super advanced AI with multiple lines of codes driven by orders. It’s all code… there’s no way you can program humanity onto robots…

…Is there? Not like us humans who are driven by emotions and who knows what other philosophic–

 “Are you going to sleep anytime soon?” Connor’s voice spoke out of nowhere.

THUN!

“Owe…” You groaned as your torso fell back down to the ground. At least your head landed on the soft pillow.

“Are you okay?” Connor said as he rolled off the bed with a squeak as you rubbed the stinging spot on your forehead.

“Yeah…my forehead just had a rough meeting with the wooden planks above me.” You mumbled.

A storage box was pulled out of the makeshift box wall under the bed. LED color lights from the wire charger blinded you before Connor’s face blocked most of the light.

Now it was just his LED that coated your hidey spot in yellow.

“I didn't mean to make you hurt yourself, I just wanted to check on you.” He said with a frown.

“I thought you were in sleep mode.” You whined.

“I had some things to send over to CyberLife, but I paused when my sensors heard the door open and noticed it wasn’t morning. I didn’t react; I wanted to see what you would do. Then I was curious to see how long it would take you to fall asleep. It’s been an hour since you came in and you’re still up. Why?” Connor asked softly like a curious child.

“My brain likes to think when it’s time for bed. Even if I don’t want to.” You sighed before huffing. “That and I’m nearly certain this place is cursed after dealing with the annoying copulating couple upstairs and some ghost making noise in the kitchen.”

Connor’s LED turned blue, coating your hidey spot in his blue light.

“I can understand the copulating couple preventing you from sleeping with their…noise, but ghosts aren’t real. It’s just your fatigued mind making things up.” Connor said like a parent comforting a child.

“Say that to the ghost in the kitchen who wouldn’t let me sleep in the living room.” You laughed. “I know what I heard.”

“There is no such thing as ghosts.” Connor frowned before smiling. “In fact, let me help you set up your couch and we’ll both sleep outside. It’s more comfortable than this makeshift bedding you have here. It will also allow me to provide an explanation for all the odd sounds you hear at night.”

“Go for it and drag me out once you’re done if I’m not asleep.” You joked.

“Deal.” Connor said and immediately left the room.

You blinked.

Of course, he’ll see that as an order and not a joke… you thought as you quickly pulled the cardboard box back to its place under the bed. 

There, less light…all better. You sighed and rolled on to your other side. Suddenly the heat turned on. Hot air flowed out from the vents, providing white noise that distracted your busy mind into silence.

Within five minutes, the white noise lulled you to sleep. 

…

It wasn’t often you woke up confused about your surroundings.

The last time that happened was after your brother’s birthday bash a few months back. You were woken up in the guest bed by a squealing toddler demanding your attention.

Danito was lucky that he’s cute.

While there was no sobrino to wake you up, the sound of construction outside your building did.

Right, forgot they were fixing some pipe or something. You yawned as you sat up before blinking in surprise.

“How did I end up on the guest bed?” You said as you took in your surroundings.

The guest room was set up as it was before Connor stayed the night yesterday.

But it didn’t explain how you ended up on the bed. You were on the floor last night.

I guess Connor didn’t want me sleeping on the ground. You thought with a shrug. You got up and s t r e t c h e d your limbs like a cat, yawning as you made your way to the kitchen for some grub.

What you didn’t expect was for the IKEA sofa to be completely built.

It stood tall and proud in your living room.

“Maybe I’m still asleep.” You thought to yourself as you went to the kitchen and found another surprise.

Not only were the dishes clean, but there was also breakfast waiting for you on the small kitchen table. And next to the plates was a note.

Chispa,

It’s important for you to stay healthy – even on your days off. This meal was prepared for your calorie needs and nutrient intake. Try to eat a healthy meal for lunch and dinner with sufficient calories. You are a pyro after all. You’ll burn everything off if you bend daily as recommended. I’ll see you tonight to recharge again.

–Connor

“Well, at least the meal looks good.” You said as you sat down and ate. A bowl of oatmeal with honey, blueberries and bananas were the first to be eaten. Followed by a small bowl of cut fruits with yogurt and granola on the side and two soft-boiled eggs.

You were rather touched by the prep effort and couch set-up, even if the reasons for Connor doing them weren’t for genuine kindness. It was all for optimal performance.

But you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

With breakfast done, you went on to do the next major move-in task.

Unpacking.

Boxes were folded as things were put into place in your new home. Books and video games filled the shelves of the TV stand. A hammock was set up by the window with a crocheted blanket in it. Cooking utensils in the kitchen. Yoga mat and weights placed by the TV stand while picture frames were placed on it. Paintings were hung on the wall along with the most important flag of them all: The Queens Coywolves.

You stepped back and smiled.

Yeah…this is definitely what I imagined my place would look like when I moved out.

But the more you looked at the flag…the more you felt your smile dip into that usual frown as a cool stinging sadness filled your insides that not even your inner fire could warm.

I still have time to be a pro–bender. You sighed.

Once you unpacked all the large boxes, did you check the time.

Shit! I didn’t think that much time went by… I gotta get ready!

After a quick shower, toothbrushing, change of clothes, and a self-pat down to confirm that your keys, phone and wallet were in your jacket, you went out.

…

As you locked the car, you looked at the building in front of you. It was no St. Patrick’s Cathedral…but still, between the murmur of Spanish around you as you followed the crowd into the building and St. Hedwig’s exterior red bricks and white stone, you felt more at home.

Especially seeing the inside of the church. People were talking and greeting each other inside the pews. The white interior of the church reminded you of the churches back home.

Not home as in New York, but home as in Latin America.

Memories of visiting the churches your parents attended in their birth cities filled your mind. You would meet up with your tíos y primos. Grown-ups would catch up on the news while you, your hermanos y primos made plans for what to play before the adults would shush you once misa started.

Just the thought of them made your heart ache.

This wasn’t home…but it was as close as you were going to get.

Spanish music started playing, welcoming the clergy in. Mass started with the usual fanfare as you felt homesickness melt away into mellow warmth as familiar music played. English, Spanish…the mass structure was the same everywhere.

Niños wiggled in their seats or tapped against the pews. Parents scolded their hijos to hace caso a la misa like your own parents did to you. You sang along with the songs, shook hands with the people around you, dandole la seña de la paz. You let la hostia melt against the roof of your mouth, tongue pressed against it, before kneeling down on the tuffet with your hands held together as you placed them on the pew.

Help me succeed in this mission. I can’t have anyone else get drafted to the Arctic War after Val. I want this war to end and live out my life the way I wanted to as a pro-bending player! I never planned on being a detective or working for the Feds like this as a kid.

I don’t want my siblings to die…

…I don’t wanna die…

…Especially out there in the cold and all alone…

…I wanna live.

You sighed.

Please keep Val safe; can’t have my favorite healer die out there in the cold during her ‘dream vacation’. She only has a year left. You thought sarcastically.

Out of the two of you, Val had a higher survival rate as a waterbender. She always joked about her vacation up North whenever you got the chance to talk.

But her mind would never be free from what she saw. The dimness in her eyes grew with each month that passed.

Soon the speaker gave out some notices before mass ended. Spanish gospel music filled the air once more. You sang along, feeling the ache in your heart grow as you saw families and friends greeting and catching up with each other.

You had no one here.

You were all alone in Detroit.

By choice. You told yourself. You’re here by choice to prevent a massive Magi draft if deviancy becomes widespread. You can go live your life and hang out with your friends and family after this FBI mission. You thought as you got some pan con mantequilla and café the church offered in the kitchen basement where everyone gathered after mass.

The church environment made your solitude more bearable as Spanish filled the air. Adults caught up with each other and kids played board games amongst themselves on the tables that had offered them.

At least I can still pretend I’m home here. I can speak Spanish with people. I barely spoke it or Spanglish since my siblings left. Thankfully, Connor can speak it as well. You thought as you blew fire over the bread, toasting it a bit more before biting the crunchy treat. The bread isn’t that bad either, just needs a bit of fir–

«No te ha visto aquí antes. ¿Es tú primer vez aquí? || I haven’t seen you here before. Is this your first time here? » A woman said as she walked up to you. She had bright dark brown eyes with skin dark as bronze. Her black hair was pin straight.

«Sí, soy nuevo al barrio. || Yes, I’m new to the neighborhood. » You said, with a smile before offering her your hand.

«Me llamo Chispa. ¿Y tú? || My name is Chispa. And you? »

«Me llamo Gabby. ¿Tú eres un Ignis no? Vi como calientaste tu pan. || My name’s Gabby. You’re a Pyro right? I saw how you toasted your bread »

«Sí…¿En cómo puedo ayudarte? || Yes…how can I help you?» You frowned, worried where this conversation was headed.

«¿Te gusta el pro-bending? || Do you like pro-bending?»

«¿Gusta? ¡Soy un grand fanatic del deporte! || Like it? I’m a huge fan of the sport!» You grinned, already liking how this conversation was headed.

«¡Qué bueno! Estoy buscando por más gente para participar en…|| That 's great! I’m looking for more people to join in…»

…

The pro-bending stadium was just as nice as the last time you came here.

After finding out about the local community pro-bending group and their time slot from Gabby while drinking café, you couldn’t find yourself saying no to this opportunity. She texted the time and place the meet-ups took place as well as the entrance fee and other minor details in case she wouldn’t be able to make it with her siblings.

Then all you had to do was wait. It didn’t feel long with the rest of the unpacking you did in the search for your old pro-bending gear.

When the time came, off you went!

Once you found the room, there were different groups practicing. Everyone was geared up in their pro-bending uniforms.

In one area, Aeros circled up to keep the airball floating by bending it towards each other like some volleyball practice. Another circle had Aquans maneuvering the water jet away from themselves while the Terrans were shooting at the metal netting with the earth discs in a different area. The Pyro circle were practicing like the Aquans did by diverting the jet of fire away from them to someone else.

After putting your gear on, you walked up to the Pyro circle.

“Do you have space for one more?” You smiled nervously.

“Sure! We can always use another person to train with!” A man said giving you a warm smile before he was knocked down by the fire jet. Laughter filled the circle.

“Sorry David, it was far too long since you been knocked down.” One of the female pyros said.

“You’re not sorry at all Adri.” David glared at her before looking at you with a half-smile. “Don’t mind Adri, my sister can only win by cheating.” He joked before rolling away from a small ember that struck the ground where he once was at.

“Mentioso.” Adri said before she looked at you with an open hand and a smile that matched David’s. “Hey there! Name’s Adriana and this is my annoying brother David. Don’t let his kindness fool you, he’s just a brat underneath all that layer of kindness and smiles.”

These must be Gabby’s siblings she was telling me about. You thought to yourself as you shook Adri’s hand.

“Rude!” David said with a glare to his sister as he got up.

“Pleasure to meet you Adri. I know all about annoying brothers. I have two back at home.” You snickered as David walked up to you with an open hand.

“Don’t believe her. My name’s David as my loving sister Adri mentioned. What’s yours?” He said, grey eyes shining like a new quarter.

“Oh, my name is…” You said your name as you shook his hand, “…but most people call me Chispa.” You smiled.

“Ahh, the typical Chispa. No Latino pryo can escape that nickname, can they?” David laughed.

“Nope, it stuck.” You grinned. “Who’s the rest of the flamethrowers here?”

David and Adriana introduced each Pyro in the group while you tried not to gaze at the two siblings as you studied them.

If it wasn’t for their similar facial structures and sibling dynamics, you wouldn’t believe the two were related at all. Especially since Adriana was light enough to be white–passing with her straight brown hair and blond highlights. David was the image of what most people imagined Latinos to be; golden–brown skinned and black hair if it wasn’t for his grey eyes and rather decent height that matched your brother.

The one thing the two siblings along with Gabby had in common was their warm smile.

After greeting everyone, you all restarted the Pyro version of Hot Potato known as ‘Fireball’. Each person passed the jet of fire around with as much force and speed as possible without being knocked down when receiving it.

“Where’re you from Chispa? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.” David said from your left.

“I’m from New York.” You said as you diverted the flame away to another player in the group.

“New York? What’s a New Yorker doing here in Detroit?” Adriana said from your right.  “Most people would go to New York, not vice versa.”

“I wanted to try something different. You know, a change in the environment. Plus, rent is sort of cheaper.” You said. While it was true, it wasn’t the whole truth.

“True. What do you do?” David said as he tossed the fire jet to his sister who then threw it to the person across from her.

“I’m a detective. What about you?” You asked David, hoping to change the topics quickly.

You were never too sure how people felt about your job as a cop; the less they knew about your profession, the better. You didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable; especially those sin papeles. You weren’t an ICE agent looking to deport anyone. If anything, they made it more difficult to do your job.

If the barrio didn’t trust you enough, you wouldn’t get the info that you needed to solve your cases.

“Oh neat! I’m a social worker. I work with kids and families. Are you a PI or do you work with the DPD? I often make some stops in some of the precincts.” David said.

“I’m with the DPD...although truth be told, I rather be a pro-bender than a cop.” You mumbled as you threw the fire jet out forcefully. The poor fire jet receiver nearly fell as he redirected your fireball.

“Alternative Service Program?” David and Adriana asked at the same time.

“Alternative Service Program.” You nodded. “Easiest way to escape the draft as a bender…even if the paygrade suck. So, how did you end up as a social worker? I thought most Pyros went to work as batteries to power up our cities and did their dream side gig on the side.”

“Mom and Dad put all three of us through college and made sure we signed up for degrees that kept us on the Alt. Service path. Adri is a teacher.”

“The best there is.” Adriana grinned.

“What about your other sibling?” You asked.

“Our oldest sister? She’s living the dream!” Adriana dreamily sighed.

“She lucked out now that she aged out and managed to put her dual bachelor's degree in Business to use and opened up her bar/restaurant/club that she always dreamt of. It’s the hottest spot; you might know it as the La Fiesta. It’s on Vernor Highway in Mexicantown.” David grinned. “You can even rent out small rooms for private parties.”

“That sounds nice…I doubt that I can age out to my dream career like that when I turn thirty.” You sighed. “Pro-bending was all I dreamt about when I was a kid.”

“I’m assuming you’re not a Detroit Android fan, are you?” David smiled sadly.

“Not at all. Queens Coywolves all the way! They were the Mid-Atlantic Champion three time running.” You grinned.

“Detroit ‘Droids aren’t that bad…at least they’re better than the Lion–Vultures.” David mumbled at the end.

“A rock would be better than the LV Dave. We’re better off rooting for the Steelers.” Adriana stated before the Fireball game ended as a voice called out to set up teams. Then each team was sent to a specified pro–bending ring.

It was just your luck to find yourself facing David on the opposing team. They nicknamed themselves the Lion–Vultures or LV for short. At your instance, you had the team nickname yourselves the Motown Treble Clef or MTC for short.

Each team had a quick 2-minute huddle before the match. MTC’s plan was to face each bender one–on–one with their perspective element.

Time was called, breaking the huddle on each side as you all took your position in Zone 1.

DING! DING!

You threw a fire jet straight at David’s legs, then bent the flame he threw at you to the side. Then you quickly punched, alternating your target between his chest and feet while ducking and dodging the jets he threw at your chest.

This dance between the two of you continued before you were knocked to the rope-railing by a wooden airball and earth disc. You looked up, noting how the LV players had switched their targets.

David and an Aquan were now fighting your Aero teammate.

You rolled to the side, dodging the airball and earth disc before taking a second to take stock of your team.

Your Terran and Aquan teammates weren’t in the ring.

“Dodge left Chispita!” Your Aero teammate yelled.

You rolled left, missing the jet of water that flew by you on your right before getting up and focusing back on the fight.

Your Aero teammate and you did your best to keep your ground in Zone 1. You even managed to knock the LV’s Aero back to Zone 2 before the bell rung.

Round 1 ended after an intense twenty minutes. LV were declared the winners of this round seeing how they still had four players in the ring while your MTC only had two.

Both teams were given a 20-minute break as two new teams stepped up to play their match. This was the best way of ensuring that everyone got to play within the two-hour period rented under the community group.

Before you knew it, MTC and LV were back in the ring, only on the opposite sides of the court this time. Your team came up with a new plan during the break: bend as hard with the first shot, then switch to a different spot and strike a new opponent. Then switch again.

It was a great plan.

Round 2 started with a DING!

You quickly breathed in and kicked as hard as possible at David’s chest only to be knocked out of the ring with his fire jet.

Your only solace was seeing him fall out of bounds before you did.

“MTC and LV Pyros are out!” The referee called as you shook yourself off from the blast.

At least I don’t need to swim out of the water in the practice rings. You thought as you went under the metal netting and made your walk to the KO box on the sidelines. You and David sat next to each other in silence as the two of you observed the rest of the game.

Then he bent a small fire and started bouncing it as if it was a rubber handball.

“To be honest, I didn’t expect to be knocked out that quick Chisp.” David said. “And right after you.”

“Excuse me?” You narrowed your eyebrows with a smirk. “You fell out first. I saw you fall. Did you expected me to get KO first?” You laughed as you stole the fire from his hand with a flick of your wrist and bounced the flame instead before bouncing it back to him.

He caught the fireball with no problem and started bouncing it once more.

“Yes, but you surprised me. You had a strong force behind that fire jet.” David grinned, tossing the fireball back to you.

“You’re not so bad yourself Dave. Did you play in college as well?” You asked, wincing when you saw both wooden airballs knock the Aeros back a zone in your peripheral vision.

You threw the fireball back to David.

“Yeah, I played some in a club. Never serious, all-in good fun. You?” He said, tossing the fireball back to you. You bounced the fireball on your hand, enjoying the warmth it gave.

“Same, it almost got me going pro. A scout saw me played and was rather impressed by the two knockout hat trick I did. Gave me a number to call if I was ever interested in being a backup player. Nearly did.” You sighed, tossing the fireball back to him.

“What stopped you?” David asked, tossing the ball to you as his soft grey eyes met yours. You looked down at the fire in your hands.

“Low draft number. So, dreams are a no-go.”

“Oof.”

“Yeah. Big Oof.” You said, watching the fire deflate in your hand before it vanished.

David didn’t complain that the Fireball game between the two of you ended. Instead, you both went back to watching the match where it was at a draw. No one had the advantage as one player stood on each of the Zones for both teams.

“What made you become a cop when you went for the alt. services?” David asked.

“I actually went for the B-RH path since I could easily connect to vis. Unfortunately, they started drafting B-RH healers for med work up north. I lucked out that it was my friend who got drafted and not me. Before she left, she told me about serving as a cop. Magi cops weren’t sent since they were needed at home. I immediately signed up for the police academy. The rest is history as they say.”

“And now you’re a detective.”

“The best detective that I can be.” You shrugged before you softly smiled to David. “What’s your story?”

“I fell into social work by chance. I picked my major out of a hat. Turns out, I like the work I do and ended up getting a masters. It…its messy, but the successes that I can make with adoption, foster and rehabilitation is the thing that gets me through my job. It’s probably why I might stick with it when I age out of the draft.”

“Aging out…who would’ve thought life would start at 30?” You chuckled.

“30? Try now Chispita. We’re making the best of it and enjoying what we got. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here trying to knock each other’s brain out. Which by the way, I knocked you out first.” He said with a shit–eating smile.

“No, you did.” You smirked back.

“How about we make a deal? The next person to fall out first in the next match is the one who’s right.”

“What does the winner get?” You said jokingly, crossing your arms as you leaned back with a fat smile.

“How about they buy the other person dessert? We usually go out to get a treat once the matches ends. Wanna join?” David gave out his hand.

You hummed, tapping your index finger on your mouth for a second as if truly thinking about it, before looking at him and smiling.

“How can I say no to free dessert?”

“Not wrong there.” David chuckled as the two of you shook on it.

TING! TING! TING!

Round 2 ended.

The two of you looked back at the ring.

All of your teammates were standing while only two LV players were in the ring. The missing third was making her way towards you to take her spot in the KO box.

“Looks like my team won this time David!” You grinned.

After observing one of the other teams play, your twenty-minute break ended. Your team was back on again.

Right now, it was a tie between the Motown Treble Clef and the Lion–Vultures; the victor of this match determined the winner.

DING! DING!

Round 3 began and within five minutes, the only remaining players in the ring was just you and David in Zone 1.

It felt like a repeat of the first round as you threw punch after punch while dodging and spinning away from his fire jets. Then you threw yourself to the ground and spun your legs out like a break dancer. Fire shot out and stuck his legs, knocking him down as you got back up. Then with endless kicks, punches, and no time to get up, David kept rolling away to avoid your fire jets, landing himself in Zone 2.

Then to Zone 3.

You paused for a second to catch your breath.

While it was risky, you needed your breath to power up your inner flame. You were nearly out of energy.

However, that small pause was enough time for David to get up.

“Looks like someone’s battery ran out.” David smirked.

“Knock his ass out Chispa!” Adriana called out from the sidelines.

“Really Adri?!” David glared towards her voice, ignoring you.

Fatal mistake.

He missed how quickly you lifted your leg and forcefully kicked as he yelled at his sister:

“You’re supposed to be on my sid–”

A fire jet knocked into his chest, pushing him back past the line.

“And with a final kick, David Ramos is knocked out. Motown Treble Clef is the winner!” The referee called out.

“Ha-ha! YES! Dessert is on you Dave!” You said in glee as you did a victory dance before walking to him with your hand out.

“A deal’s a deal.” David smiled as you both shook hands before leaving the ring.

…

After the rental time slot was up, most people went out for dessert to a place called Cannelle Detroit. David fulfilled his end of the bargain by buying you a treat. Even after finishing your dessert, you stuck around asking questions about city life, androids and any tidbit that would help you for future cases as well as navigate daily life.

Most of the questions were answered by the Ramos Siblings before it was just you and David talking about personal hobbies as his sister joined the main group conversation.

“No way, really?” You said as he nodded.

“Yep. I know how to cook thanks to my Abuela Gloria. My siblings and I would spend our summers en la isla. She taught me how to cook Puerto Rican dishes and even tried her hand on making some of the Venezuelan dishes I liked before teaching it to me. She was always big on making sure I remembered my roots, even if half of it wasn’t Borinquen.”

“Your abuela sounds incredible.”

“Yeah. She is. She was also the first to teach me how to control my fire after I found out about my abilities when I was ten.” David softly smiled.

“It was the same with me. Abüe Ramona was an Ignis and taught me some of the basics and how to cook with my firebending. My other abuela, Mama ‘Lena taught me the movements for traditional dances, such as the ones for Inti Raymi. It wasn’t like I spent much time with them though. They lived abroad and died when I was still a kid. Almost all of the bending forms, movements, and traditional dances I learned was from my mom, even though she can’t bend fire. My Abuela taught her and my tíos all that she knew; Abüe Ramona was certain someone was going to end up bending fire. She wasn’t wrong at all.” You smiled.

“It’s nice that your mom taught you despite not being an Ignis. Our parents are Capexes. Most of our family is. Our generation ended up being weird since all of my cousins ended up being benders too. My siblings and I learned most of our skills at school, friends of the family, our primos and our own friends. Our favorites firebending moves surprisingly enough ended up being those for modern fire dancing.” David laughed.

“Same. When my tíos and tías asked me what was my favorite firebending move, I ended up dancing the Enrique Iglesia’s ‘Banliando’ fire dance sequence in the patio. They thought I was gonna be a huge bending jock with the way I always talked about the Coywolves’ latest wins.” You laughed.

“Instead, you’re a bailarina.” David grinned.

“Yep. I know both modern and traditional moves.” You said, before leaning down to him. He leaned closer to you, playful grey eyes piqued. “Don’t tell my abuelas, but I prefer modern fire dancing over traditional. Especially to Inés Toledano’s Lavadora.” You whispered before leaning away in laughter.

“No way. Really?” David said.

You nodded.

“That’s my favorite too!” He grinned, sharing in your excitement. “I’m not gonna lie. I am a sucker for some of the older pop fire dances. What do you think of ‘Danza Kuduro’ by Don Omar?”

It felt like the two of you could talk endlessly about anything and everything. It didn’t even matter what the topic was about. While Adriana did join here and there, it felt like you and David were in your own little world

BZZT.

You pulled out your phone, wincing when you saw the time before reading the message sent.

+1 313 248 317–51 : Chispa, this is Connor, the android sent by CyberLife.

You frowned.

You: What’s your nickname?

You weren’t a fan of answering unknown numbers. It was something your parents drilled in your brain since you were young.

But this had an extension number with it.

While there was a rather large chance it was Connor, (who else would text like that?) you wanted to make sure.

+1 313 248 317–51 : You may know me as the android sent by Galaxy. Or Flaco.

You sighed.

Yep. That’s definitely Connor.

You: How did you get this number? >=(

+1 313 248 317–51: I apologize, but I searched it up in the DPD’s database. I preferred if I didn’t and waited for your return, but I feel that my presence outside your apartment door is making people in your building rather uncomfortable. Do you know what time you are coming back?

You: Shit. I didn’t realize my building is anti-android

+1 313 248 317–51 : It isn’t as far as I’m aware. I’m currently wearing the jacket and beanie you loaned me yesterday. People think I’m human. Raul, the doorman, only let me in since he saw me walked out this morning. He wanted to know who I was, and how did I get in when I left. I told him I was your partner. I had to explained to him I came in last night through the parking garage with you.

You: 😶

You: 😐

You: 😑

You: You told him I was your partner….

Welp…I guess I can’t show my face around Don Raúl anymore… You thought, wishing you were a Terran so the ground can swallow you whole.

+1 313 248 317–51 : …I am calculating that I should’ve been more specific in my wording and mentioned that we are work partners to Raul. I apologize if this will cause future problems. I was focused on my mission and wanted to get to the DPD as soon as possible.

You : 🤦

You : Honestly Connor, it wouldn’t make a difference…

+1 313 248 317–51 : Would it have been better if he knew that I was an android?

You: Don’t worry about it. It’s better that people don’t. I’m just accepting the fate that you and I are going to be the new talk of town 🤷

At least people will think I’m fucking Connor Cruz instead of an android. I really don’t need people harassing me about my non-existent sex life like that man did yesterday. Stupid double standards. You thought as Connor texted back.

+1 313 248 317–51 : It makes sense, we are both novelty in this building. Humans are always curious about new changes to their environment.

You: Sure, let’s go with that.

You : Just keep your human disguise up Cruz. It’s safer that way

You: Also, one final question; why didn’t you call me? I’m surprised you didn’t do that

+1 313 248 317–51 : I don’t have a cell phone. It will look odd to other humans as I am texting you through my android SMS. As far as I am aware, you prefer people to not know of my android origins. I can understand why.

You: Remind me to pick up a phone for you next time so you can call without looking weird when you’re dressing up as Cruz

+1 313 248 317–51 : Noted.

+1 313 248 317–51: Also Chispa, you didn’t answer my original question. What time will you be coming to your apartment?

You: I’m going home now

+1 313 248 317–51: You don’t need to come home right now for my sake! I just wanted an estimate. There is a couch nearby; I can wait in the lounge until you come.

You: It’s better if I go. It’s already late and I should get ready for tomorrow. I’ll be there within 20 minutes

+1 313 248 317–51: I’ll see you here Chispa.

 You: 👍

+1 313 248 317–51: 👍

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise.

Huh. I guess the Mirroring Protocol also extends to usage of emojis. You thought before you sighed.

“Is everything alright?” David said, worry shone in his grey eyes.

“Yeah…I need to go back home now. A friend is staying over and he’s asking me where I am since he doesn’t have the keys to my place. Don’t want to keep him waiting. Besides, it’s late and those chores won’t finish themselves. I need to get ready for work tomorrow.” You sighed.

“Oh…well…don’t let me stop you from meeting up with him Chispa! At least you don’t have to worry about those chores knocking you out of the ring like I did.” David smirked.

“Excuse you? You knocking me out? Who bought who dessert here?” You grinned as David laughed.

“Hey, gotta keep you on your toes Chispa. Unless you’re afraid of a rematch.” He winked.

“Me afraid? Never. I’ll do your sis the favor of knocking you down again.” You smirked.

“Yes please. Golden boy needs to be taken down a peg.” Adriana piped in as she rolled her eyes at her brother.

“Are you guys going to be there next week?” You said to the Ramos siblings, feeling butterflies in your stomach. I would really love to have friends outside of work.

“Definitely!” David grinned.

“Great! I gotta get going now.” You said as you stood up.

“Before you leave, wanna trade numbers? We sometimes have weeknight matches and I want to see you beat my brother up again sooner rather than later.” Adriana said with a sly smile. “Gabby, our older sister, might even show up! She’s great at kicking his butt!”

“Really Adri? What have I ever done to you?” David glared at his sister.

“Stop being so cocky when you bend Golden Boy…then maybe I can forgive you.” Adriana rolled her eyes.

“I’ll be down for future matches.” You said as you exchanged your phone number with the siblings. “Okay, I gotta get going now.”

“It was nice meeting you Chispa! See you next week!” Adriana said.

“Same, I’m looking forward to our rematch. That last one was a fluke.” David winked.

“Cocky I tell you.” Adriana rolled her eyes as you laughed.

“See you two later! Bye everyone!” You said, waving to the group before going home, feeling less alone than you did this morning.

Chapter Text

“Hey there Chispa! There’s a man waiting for you outside your door earlier when I left to get groceries. Good looking as well. Is he your boyfriend?” Your neighbor, Paige said as she entered the elevator with you with a small cart full of groceries.

Living across from you, Paige was the first to welcome you into the building with open arms and a smile as bright as her blond hair. You were wary at first when you met her, thinking she was gonna be some nosy Karen bitch. 

You couldn’t be more wrong. 

The more you got to know her, the more she turned out to be a bubbly Elle Woods type.

“I see you met Connor. And nah, he’s just a friend.” You said as you got in.

“A friend you say?” Paige smiled mischievously as she pressed the button for your shared floor.

“Yes. A friend. I got my eyes on another person at the moment.” You rolled your eyes with a sigh.

“Chispa got a crush. Chispa got a crush.” Paige sang, blue eyes bright as the skies.

“Really? How old are you?” You elbowed her with a smile.

“What? It’s nice to see you smile. You always seem like you’re carrying a heavy burden.”

“Well technically, I am.” You grinned, lifting your duffle bag to make a point.

“That’s a terrible pun, Chispa. You can do better than that.” Paige rolled her eyes this time.

You stuck your tongue out as the elevator opened to your floor. 

The two of you made your way down the hallway catching up as Paige told you about her hectic shift at the ER. It all came to an end as you saw Connor up ahead. He was leaning against your door in your borrowed jacket and beanie. His eyes were closed, and his arms were crossed making him look rather suave with his head facing the ceiling.

“Hey Connor, I found your partner.” Paige said with a smile as she went to her door and took out her keys. 

Connor opened his eyes, glancing at both of you and nodded.

“Thank you. I appreciate it, Miss.” Connor said as he stood up straight.

“Anytime.” Paige smiled as she opened the door. “It’s nice seeing you again Chispa. Have a good day Connor.” Paige waved.

“You too Paige.” You said as Connor waved back. Paige went into her apartment and closed the door. 

“Nice to see you again Det. Santiago.” Connor said as you walked up to him with the keys out.

“It’s Chispa Con. No need to be formal here.” You smiled as you opened the door. The two of you went in.

“Oh…I wasn’t sure if that applied outside your apartment.” He said as you closed the door and put away your keys and coat.

“It does.” You said, tossing your stuffed duffle bag onto the couch. You went to lay in the hammock by the window with a smile. “Today was a good day.” 

“That’s good. What did you do today?” Connor smiled back.

“Went to Mass. Did some pro-bending. Won a bet. Got free desserts. I might’ve also made two new friends.” You felt yourself smirk. And one who was rather cute as well.

“That’s great that you are creating a new social network here. Humans are social creatures, and your evolutionary survival depends on those bonds. What are your new friends like?” Connor said as he sat down on the couch, facing towards you.

“They’re siblings and Pyros like me. They’re pretty chill, but I got to talk more to David than his sister, Adriana. I might see them during the weeknight if I have the chance. David’s challenging me to a rematch. I’m hoping to score some more free dessert – and no, please don’t tell me that it's bad for me Connor.” You said as you pointed to him with a glare.

“I wasn’t going to say anything.” Connor held his hands up in mock surrender with a light smile.

“Good.” You smiled. “How was your day?”

“It was unproductive. I’m uncertain if it’s because Lt. Anderson dislikes me or if he feels that the case is beneath him with the missing female Traci model.” Connor frowned.

“Missing sex android huh…if she went deviant, frankly, I don’t blame her.” You mumbled as you stared at the ceiling.

“What makes you say that?” Connor said as his curious brown eyes met yours.

…

“I’ll fuck the fexdroid real good. Slap the ‘botch as she takes me in, showing her who’s the boss around here. Then I’ll choke her in case she forgets.”  Podolski loudly whispered to Dayton. 

Since you came in that morning, the two men talked about their nightly activities with fexdroids –female sex androids– as if discussing about last night’s football game. 

You were certain it was on purpose too.

“I tell you Mattie, there’s nothing like putting a fexdroid in her place. I like to shout orders at my ‘botch. Make her do all the things human girls couldn’t even handle.” Dayton said, “And the best part? They don’t even complain as you gag them down.” 

You felt your eye nearly twitch as you read the info on the latest case on your computer. 

Showing up Podolski two nights ago wasn’t your intention when you were gathering info from sources least expected: 

Androids. 

Despite their distances from the crime scene, they had records that changed the outcome of a closed case, humiliating the egoistic man you refused to listen to. 

It also made him very prissy. More so when the captain of the precinct congratulated you in front of Podolski.

While you were used to the verbal aggression from Capaxes who would love nothing more than to bait and jail some Magi…it was getting harder to ignore their conversation. 

But you didn’t want to throw a sarcastic remark. 

It would only drag you into their talk and you weren’t keen on hearing the title Doña Santiago from their lips again. While you weren’t a prude, it always seemed like they only talked about fexdroids when you were around. 

Not even this precinct’s HR took your complaint seriously when you brought it up, telling you to “Ignore it.” 

They weren’t talking about you. 

It wasn’t sexual harassment. 

And fexdroids weren’t human.

So, you stayed quiet.

Unfortunately, you had to choke while drinking some water. 

“Oh, heeeeey Santiago…I didn’t see you here.” Dayton said as he looked up, blushing in fright. 

Dayton was all talk and no bite. 

More so since your bestie/co-worker Aloni sent his mother a very descriptive voice recording that was similar to the convo you heard today. To this day, they still couldn’t pin it on you thanks to Aloni and her husband, Frank.

“See, this is the exact reason why androids are better than humans. Look at poor Santiago here choking on water.” Podolski said as he patted your back. 

From anyone else, you would have appreciated the action as you tried to cough the stray droplets out. And it showed when your inner flame reacted. 

On the second pat, Podolski whipped his hand back with a screech that reminded you of a toddler.

“JESUS Santiago, I’m not your enemy here.” Podolski hissed as you finally breathed out fire to vaporize the water droplets stuck in your throat. Podolski jumped back with a high pitched scream.

“Haha, you should see the look on your face! You both looked like you were about to pee in your pants!” Aloni said to the two men as she walked into the bullpen. She had her jacket on and a case file in her hands. 

Aloni was a godsend who always had perfect timing to brighten your day. She always wore a cocky Cheshire grin that felt a touch psychotic. It also had the bonus of making the two men shrink in her presence.

She glanced to you, saying:

“Hey Santiago, are you ready to go crack this case?”

“You know it, Aloni! I got the notes down. Let’s go.” You grinned as you grabbed your things and got up. You gave a two–finger salute to the two men as you left.  “Later Podolski. Dayton.”

Once you two left the building and were seated comfortably in the car, did you allow yourself to laugh. 

“Thanks Aloni! You always know how to make a crappy situation better!” You grinned as you held your fist out to her.

“Got your back girl. Always.” She pounded back. “Honestly, they’re such creeps talking about fexdroids like that. Have you seen the correlation stats on Eden Club users? Specifically, the one on Traci wreckers and domestic abuse? It was released the other day.”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me. I think only men were surprised by that.” You mumbled as you buckled up and started the car.

“I don’t know how Podolski and Dayton get away with that crap. Why is the HR here so trashy?” Aloni frowned.

“I don’t know Aloni.” You sighed. “I just don’t know…”

…

“Let’s just say…I heard enough things in my life that I would rather not repeat. I often wonder if they ever did the same to human girls. It’s not unheard of for a guy to accidentally break a Traci model before…” You sighed, looking away towards the window.

It still shook you seeing how damaged the fexdroid was when you had to write up a damage report for the destruction a guy had done in an Eden club back home. It wasn’t hard to imagine a woman in its place considering some of the domestic abuse cases you saw. 

“How long ago was she reported missing?” You stated more than questioned as you looked back at Connor.

He must’ve picked up something in your face with the slight hesitant movement towards you, as if he was afraid to come any closer.

“They found her missing last night during clean up and from what the data shows, she’s been missing since Friday night when we were working on our case.” Connor said with a small frown.

You hummed as you looked up to the ceiling.

“We’ll try tomorrow to gather more clues, but I don’t have much hope that she’s in the area. If that were me, I’ll try to get out of dodge. Especially if I know that someone will go searching for me. Probably disguise myself and lay low to figure out my next move. At least hunger isn't an issue, but battery charge will be. How long can Traci models last on a full charge?” You asked, noticing that you need to clean the cobweb off again by the wall–ceiling junction.

“About a day or two without any sexual activities. Copulating takes a lot out of them. It also depends on the age of their thirium as well.” Connor stated.

You laugh-snorted.

“Leave it to you to use the most scientific word for that.” You smiled as you looked at him. “We might be looking for a discharged android if she isn’t smart. If she is, it will be hard for us to look for her. Especially if she passes for a human if she finds some clothes like you’re doing right now Connor. We need to put an APB. And that’s hoping that the other precincts will take this seriously and keep an eye out for the runaway bot. Did Lt. Anderson do any of that?”

Not that I want that ‘bot going back to that place…but that’s another story.

“No. He said it wasn’t worth it. Said it’s just a simple replacement that the Eden Club would rather not pay and it’s a waste of our time when there are more important human cases to focus on.” Connor rolled his eyes.

The Feds weren’t joking about how difficult it was to get some gumshoes to take these cases seriously. Especially when they fall off the radar for being boring.

“We’ll do that tomorrow. This should be an easy case to do and if we catch that deviant, we can get a better idea to see what makes them tick like that.” You stated before feeling your phone buzz. “In the meanwhile, I’m going to rest up a bit before making dinner. Feel free to charge up if you want.” You said as you brought your cell out.

You chuckled at the message. 

“What’s funny Chispa?” Connor said.

“Nothing…” You said with a fat smile on your lips. 

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me to make you laugh like that.” You looked over to see a small frown on his lips and a slight annoyance in his brows that your siblings always had when they were kept out of the loop.

“Just an alt service meme my new friend sent me. See?” You grinned as you showed him the image. 

Connor winced.

“Isn’t that a bit too dark? Especially when it’s talking about your potential death?” He said, worried brown eyes meeting yours. 

You shrugged.

“Truuuue…but I rather laugh than cry about it. Just in case we get drafted .” You chuckled as you brought your cell back to you to search for the perfect meme to reply back to David.

“I don’t think I like that humor…” Connor mumbled 

“Dark humor is the best humor! More so when you’re the one in the gallows.” You smiled as you found the meme and hit send.

…

Monday, November 8, 2038

Monday found you holding that promised lunch with Chris (as well as Tina) in a diner that they liked to visit. 

“So, if you and Tina can do me a biiiig favor and keep an eye out for this sex model android running around, I would greatly appreciate it.” You said as you passed forward the picture of the said missing Traci model across the table.

You already knew the basic details by heart.

The Traci model was a WR400 with straight dark blond hair and brown eyes. She was a pretty looking android who you weren’t surprised was a popular model at the club. You wondered if the human model she was based on was part Asian. From certain angles, it looked like she had monolid eyes and an epicanthic fold.

“You know, I wonder if this model is based on someone who’s part Indonesian. She reminds me a bit of Minka Kelly; that actress has some Indonesian in her. She’s also hot.” Tina said as she munched on a burrito while reading the paper.

“It’s says here that she’s the most popular model they have right now. Nicknamed the Dragon Temptresses, it has a fierce personality when activated.” Chris read the footnotes out loud.

You and Tina shivered.

“Are you cold Santiago?” Connor asked, looking at you in confusion as a waitress stopped by to fill the glasses with water again. 

Still dressed in his human grab that consisted of a beanie, a gray hoodie and a brown coat, Connor easily passed for a human in the anti-android diner where the three of you grabbed lunch. You didn’t have to worry about him being mistaken as an android, especially since he was the only model of his kind in existence; no other android had a face quite like his. 

“Thank you for the water, Miss.” Connor said. The rest of you thanked her as well after Connor spoke.

“You’re welcome.” The waitress said, giving him a wink before walking away with a shake of her hips.

In fact, he was quite a looker as a human considering her actions. 

This was the sixth time she stopped by to fill everyone’s cup of water before it was one-fourth empty.

That poor naïve woman. You thought as you watched her walk away before looking back at Connor. 

“Nah, not cold. Just don’t like the unstated statement in all this.” You mumbled as you drank some of the tea Connor ordered for himself. 

“Meaning?” Connor said, furrowing his eyebrows like any real human would do.

They programmed his social interaction well. You thought.

“Fetishes. Specifically Yellow Fever in this Traci case. Minorities tend to be oversexualized. Especially women. It also extends to Magi as well.” You stated as you looked down at your drink and stirred the straw around, watching your Sprite bubbles fly up to the top of the liquid.

At that, both Tina and Chris snorted with a frown.

“I don’t think I even need to say about me being Black and the size of a certain body part. Or how I should naturally make people have a spiritual experience in bed by being an Aero.” Chris said with a roll of his eyes.

“Fuck fetishes. I had so many creeps ask me out saying things like ‘I’ve never been with an Oriental before’ or ‘You Asian chicks are so exotic’. Like no bitch! You’re exotic cause you’re a transplant from Silicon Valley. I’ve been in Detroit my entire life. Don’t even get me started about being a Dragon Lady just because I’m an Asian Pryo .” Tina spat.

“Cheers to that sister.” You said, cheerfully toasting Tina with your cup despite the scowl on both of your faces.

“What lame pick-ups do guys use on you?” Tina asked as she took a sip of her milkshake.

“ Calientita. Mi Picantita. Dragónita. It gets…rather lame the things they come up with since they try to tag me with fire, hot, spicy and Spanish words as much as possible. Spicy Latina takes the fucking crown though. Lame-Os.” You huffed, smiling despite your annoyance. 

“It’s pretty airhead for my wife. She said it’s the worst ‘cause it feels like as if people think airbenders are dumb when we tend to be lighthearted about things.” Chris frowned.

“How often does this happen to you guys?” Connor said, pretending to sip from his hot tea that was almost empty thanks to you. In lieu of fake eating his food (since there would be no place for it to go in his body), you and Tina would very often steal his fries, chicken tenders and fruit slices that he ordered for ‘himself’. It helped that Connor was by the window in the dining booth. It was a busy lunch rush; no one would notice an android hiding amongst humans. Especially when it looked like he ate some food with its absence on his plates.

Being Pyros, both Tina and you tended to eat more in the winter and neither of you were planning to waste food here. Especially with Connor watching you like an eagle-hawk; he wasn’t joking around about making sure you ate enough. 

“Ehh…depends on the situation, place and people. It’s just part of being a magi minority woman Connor…but mostly being a woman type problem. Being a minority and magi only worsens it.” Tina shrugged, stealing another fry off his plate.

“And what about you Sparky?” Connor asked as he looked at you.

That nickname feels weird from him, but I’ll allow it... You thought.

“Ditto with what Tina says. It’s annoying when it gets in the way of the job though.” You frowned.

“Yeah…let’s move on to more friendlier topics…like how was your weekend Sparky? Did you do anything interesting?” Chris said. At that you cracked a smile.

Chris always knew what to say to lighten the mood.

You told them about your weekend and how you celebrated your victory against David with free dessert, possible plans for a pro-bending meet-up on Wednesday with the Ramos Siblings and your plan to snag another free treat from David in a match. 

By the end of your tale, even Tina seemed interested in joining you this week while the two of you made up plans to start her lightingbending training this upcoming Saturday.

“Well, it’s getting late. Tina and I need to be back on patrol. I’m gonna call for a check. Sounds good?” Chris said.

“Sounds good to me.” You said as you finished the last of your meal.

Chris called the waitress over. She left to the register before returning with the receipt and mints on a tray. However, she also gave Connor an extra gift in the form of a scrap paper with a wink before she left. Chris, Tina and you looked at him in amusement as Connor flipped the paper around, pure concentration on his face.

“Strange.” Connor said.

“What’s strange Flaco?” Tina said, using the nickname she found out that you indirectly gifted him. Connor looked up to her.

“She gave me what I am assuming is her number.” He said before frowning. “Also, I’ve already told you Tina, It’s Connor.” 

“You let Sparky here use it.” Tina said as she pointed at you as you tried to slurp the last of the Sprite through your straw with a rather loud sound. 

Connor lifted his eyebrow at you as if to say, “Really?” . 

“Yes, because she’s my partner despite her odd table manners.” He said looking back at Tina. You rolled your eyes and put your now empty cup down. “You aren’t.”

“Does this have to do with her being an admin bot thing? Cause you know, real friends call each other by their nicknames Cruz. And you’re my friend.” Tina grinned before whispering, “My Tib neeg friend that is”. She winked at him. (Hmong: Human)

“ Kuv tsis yog koj li phooj ywg .” Connor said. (Hmong: I am not your human friend)

Tina dropped her jaw as both Chris and you looked between Connor and Tina, wondering what was just said.

“Wow…that’s cold Connor.” Tina pouted before smiling. “Also, I didn’t know you knew Hmong.”

At that, Connor lifted his eyebrow, giving Tina his ‘Really?’ expression with an unamused pout of his own.

“Oh yeah…right.” Tina chuckled. 

“By the way Tina, what did he say?” Chris asked.

“He said he’s not my human friend.” Tina grumbled.

“I’m here to make sure Sparky here actually eats properly. She barely ate breakfast this morning and tried to make it up with an energy bar during her break.” Connor looked at you with a glare.

“Sorry Connor, but your cooking sucks.” You shrugged as you plucked a mint from the receipt tray.

“It was made with as much nutritional value as possible.” He pouted. 

You leaned over to your co-workers, hand on the side of your mouth as if you were whispering to them a secret.

“He means to say he made it bland.” You grinned as you sat back.

“Bland as in White people bland?” Chris said with a chuckle. Tina snorted with a smile on her face.

“More of a case of microwavable bland.” You laughed. “It’s not his fault the meal was an L though. It’s not always easy to cook food with a microwave and no taste buds.”

“Maybe it might have not sucked if your stove was working so I could’ve better prepared your meal.” Connor frowned as he looked at you. “Did you even call in the repairman to fix it?”

“I did last Thursday. He’s coming in this Saturday to fix it since I’m off on that date.” You said.

“Why is Connor making your breakfast or even staying with you?” Tina said as she looked at you.

“The DPD hasn’t been able to give me a proper charging spot and she has a charger at home.” Connor answered as you all looked at him. “I’m also making her meals. Otherwise, we’ll go out and she’ll get something unhealthy for breakfast like last time. She needs to be in top shape in case we need to fight deviants.”

“Nothing wrong with an unhealthy meal.” Tina said as she looked at you with a smile. “What did you get Sparky?”

“Baconeggncheese. And some Mayan hot coco.” You smile back.

“Yep. You’re definitely from New York.” Chris chuckled.

“Sparky says she always eats it at home. It’s not good for her.” Connor rebutted, frowning as he looked from Chris to Tina. “She needs to eat healthy to be in top shape.”

“Well I’m glad I’m not your roommate. You yǎng shēng kuáng.” Tina took out her phone. (Mandarin: health nut)

“You speak Mandarin as well?” Connor said with a surprised blink.

“Dad’s originally from Taipei City and my mom’s Hmong. So how are we splitting the meal?” Tina said.

“If we’re splitting it evenly, it’s 27.53 rounded up per person. It also includes tips at 15% for the waitress.” Connor said.

“No wonder you keep him around Sparky.” Tina grinned. “Who needs to calculate tips when you have Connor!”

“Wait, you’re paying as well?” You said as you looked at him.

“Yes. Cyberlife gave me some money before I went to work with you.” Connor said with a smile. He took out a crisp twenty- and ten-dollar bill from his wallet and placed it on the receipt tray. Tina and Chris looked at him in amazement.

“Seeing how I stole half of the food from you, just know I’m paying back that half once I have cash. I’m not owing you anything.” You mumbled as you placed your debit card on the tray. 

“You already don’t. It’s on me, Sparky.” He said looking at you before glancing at Tina as well. “Same goes for you Tina.” Connor winked at her.

“Well, I’m not paying him back if he’s offering. Thanks for letting me steal your food Connor.” Tina grinned as she and Chris placed their card on top of the tray as well. 

You called the waitress over.

“Can you charge $27.53 on each card? It includes tips as well.” You said.

“What about the cash?” The waitress said.

“It’s to cover for my portion. You can keep the remaining change, Patricia.” Connor said with a toothy smile and a wink. 

“Th-thank you!” Patricia the waitress blushed as she walked away. Once she was out of earshot did Chris speak.

“That poor woman. You really shouldn’t encourage her, Connor.” Chris frowned at him.

“Eh, she’ll get over it when Flaco doesn’t call back.” Tina shrugged as she popped a mint into her mouth.

“It’s Connor Tina.” Connor said with a sigh.

“Nah, I like Flaco better. Makes us feel more like we’re friends.” Tina grinned at him.

“What does Flaco even mean?” Chris asked.

“Skinny.” You laughed as you told them the story of Connor’s nickname.

“I can see that. He’s definitely Flaco.” Chris chuckled as Connor pouted in the background mumbling, “It’s Connor.”

…

Monday ended without a crack in the case. 

It honestly didn’t surprise you. Cases tended to be like that, usually taking days to solve unlike the beginner’s luck you had on your first two days here.

It took a bit for that to settle in for Connor. It also didn’t help that the DPD didn’t authorize his use of the department’s android charger yet, leading to another stay at your place for the night.

Tuesday was the same for the missing Traci case. There were no reports of the android sighting by other stations either. You and Connor opened other cases to work on in the meanwhile.

In total, there were 243 case files that you needed to oversee. Some were over a year old. Some were as recent as Friday (aka the missing Eden Traci android case) when you came in. Not all were open cases; some were closed but thought to be of interest for your investigation. Then there was the first reported android case.

It was from over two years ago; a housekeeping android reported as missing in some suburban neighborhood. 

It was still open…but the face was all too familiar.

It can’t be him…can it? You thought as you studied the AP series android.

But the timeline added up.

The first missing android case had to be your savior if the story Jonas told you was true. The names of the victims reporting his disappearance matched as well. You weren’t surprised that he was an AP series model though.

House android to an English Literature professor and a private school teacher with three children, Jonas watched over the kids and worked as an unofficial house butler when their schedules got busy. He also had a dream of his own to explore the world with the stories he heard.

The professor approved it…the wife not so much if the VICTIM title next to her name had anything to say about it.

One thing’s for certain, this case is definitely staying open seeing how Jonas is now with the Feds. You thought with a frown as you went to look at the other cases. In the end, you had decided to focus on two of them. 

You wrote down a quick recap in your notepad:

Gordon Lopez (VICTIM) reported disappearance of his household AL ‘droid when he returned from work. No trace of a break–in. It was noted that the bot may have left home without being ordered to. Open case – 1 month old.

Gina Colombo (VICTIM) reported disappearance of her caretaker AF ‘droid when it went out to pick up medications. Open case – 1 week old.

Both lived in same neighborhood.

“Connor, we’re going to make a house call to Ms. Colombo and Mr. Lopez and see if there are any similarities in these cases. Then we’re gonna talk to the techies in letting us check the camera and see if Ms. Traci can be found wandering anywhere.”

“Sounds good to me…right after you grab lunch.” Connor said, still scrolling on the tablet next to you. It was an unnecessary action that Connor partook. You were certain it was more so for your comfort rather than his.

“Lunch?” You frowned. “It’s–”

“12:22. The last time you had a meal was at 8:13 in the morning when I had to convince you to also eat that energy bar to help power your inner flame. The meal that you made wasn’t even sufficient for what you normally eat.” Connor stated.

“I was full Connor! At this rate you’re going to make me fat.” You glared at him. 

There was something about his perfectionism that made him look like a mannequin on display. He sat up properly and his face was blasé. That rebellious strand in front of his forehead was the only thing out of place as he continued scrolling through your work tablet, never looking up.

Honestly, he creeps me out when he sits like that.

“You’ll burn it off.” Connor stated, his tone tinted with a shade of amusement. His neutral lips shifted to a small smirk as he looked towards you as he laid back on the office chair. However, he kept his feet flat on the ground though. 

Just like that, the uncanny valley feeling was gone, and things felt normal once more. 

Thank God his physical robot hitch from newness is slowly wearing off…why does he gotta be so sassy though?

“Haha, very funny Connor. As if I hadn’t heard that before. Top comedian of the year.” You rolled your eyes while giving him a small golf clap. 

You can deal with a bantering android. To be honest, if it wasn’t for the android gear the RK800 was wearing, you could easily imagine Connor was a human coworker you were talking to.

“I’ll only be top comedian of the year if I make you laugh. That wasn’t a real laugh. In fact, I haven’t heard you truly laugh today.” He said as he pouted at you with his sad puppy eyes.

Honestly, his brown eyes are rather cute. It helps that he has a nice face to look at too. No wonder the waitress gave him her number yesterday. You thought before freezing at the realization. Then you shook your head with a snort. 

Not my fault the designers made him look hot.

“Yeah…well I don’t have much to laugh at with all the reading I needed to do this morning.” You mumbled as you looked away to collect the folders you needed for today. “As for eating extra, I don’t burn as many calories like you think I do. I’m not bending much recently.” You frowned.

“No, but winter is coming and sooner or later, your winter flame needs the excess energy to activate once the temperature drops to its normal range for Detroit. It’s important you have enough vis for that to develop. And that could only work if you have enough calories in you when you convert your food into vis. You need vis to create your fire.” Connor stated, with a tint of care in his rather blasé voice

“Pfff, winter flame. Big deal Connor. I’m not risking a fire fever for an extra boost. They’re the worst. I’ll just layer up.” You snorted, pulling open another drawer with a smile on your lips as you dug in the back.

“But fire fever is your body’s natural way to step up its vis production to deal with the subfreezing temperatures for the winter outdoors.” Connor said.

“And?” You stated, finally looking at Connor to glare at him.

“You want to bend outside, right? Cyberlife did give you a stun baton, didn’t they?” Connor looked at you, his sly lips smiling in amusement.

You frowned. 

You didn’t like where this was going.

“Lighting doesn’t take too much energy to create. Besides, I have this!” You grinned as you pulled out a Cliff energy bar.

Immediately, Connor swiped it.

“Hey!” You pouted. “I was gonna eat that.”

“This isn’t enough to sustain you for the rest of the day. You are constantly expelling heat around you. I already calculated that you spent 100 calories this past hour by just keeping the air around you five degrees warmer than the temperature set by the department at 68 degrees Fahrenheit. Adding in the time since we were here at nine, you already spent 350 calories and then some. You need to eat a real meal.” Connor scowled.

“How do you know that the air around me is five degrees warmer than the actual temperature? Do you have heat vision or something?” You scowled.

“Yes, I do.” Connor stated with a cocky smirk on his lips. “That and when I went to fetch you coffee, I felt the temperature around me drop the moment I left your side.”

“That’s ‘cause I’m hot! In sexy terms! Not temperature wise…not to toot my own horn–oh you know what I mean! But don’t tell that to Reed!” You pointed at him with the deadliest look you could give as you quickly glanced to see if the jerkbender was there.

Thankfully, he wasn’t.

“I wouldn’t even dream of it.” Connor lifted his palms up in surrender with a soft smile before dropping them down. “Even though most Firebenders hate it when others say this statement, it is true. Pyros are a walking human furnace. And how do furnaces stay on?”

“Gas?” You crossed your arms.

“Yes! Fuel. And your fuel is a healthy meal and not eating whatever this junk is, Detective.” Connor said.

“It’s an energy bar.” You frowned.

“It’s unhealthy, that’s what it is. Especially as a meal replacement.”

“Ugh…fine let’s go. Maybe we can go to Downtown, explore and buy some food there that you approve of over me snacking on energy bars.” You said as you got up and threw your jacket on. You tried not to smile when you felt a familiar weight in one of your inside pockets.

Good ole hidden emergency bar.

“I definitely will.” Connor said as he took off his android blazer and started putting on the sweater, jacket and beanie that you loaned him. “I even know a great spot to check out for lunch…but first, what do you think about Greek food?”

…

“I don’t see why you make it a big deal for me to not eat that energy bar, go do some interviews and then go get lunch. It won’t take much time.” You mumbled as you drove down Monroe St.

“It’s important for you to get the proper nutrition in your diet. Something that your energy bars don’t provide.” Connor stated. 

“Nothing wrong with a little snack then getting a meal later…” You mumbled.

Instead of Downtown, Connor directed you to Greektown. While there was a part of you that felt a bit guilty parking in the Old St. Mary Catholic Church’s lot, the light growl from your stomach rectified that.

The emergency energy bar in your inner pocket mocked you as you started walking to the place Connor wanted you to eat at. As you passed by the church, tú persignaste (you crossed yourself).

“Why did you make the sign of the cross? Is there some religious practice you observe that I should be aware of?” Connor asked you with a lifted eyebrow as the two of you stopped at the corner, waiting for the lights to turn red.

“Oh that? Nothing you need to worry about. Just santiguándome (crossing myself). It’s just an ingrained habit my parents taught me since I was little. It’s showing respect.” You shrugged, noticing a small crowd protesting on the other side of the street. “Can’t you just google that instead of asking me?”

A Black man stopped by near them, noticing the held posters and signs himself. What are they protesting about? You thought. 

“While I could Santiago, that won’t tell me what it means to you. I want to know you better in the hopes that our partnership can be the best it can be.” Connor said.

You hummed as the light turned green. 

“So where are we going Connor?” You said as the two of you crossed the street.

“We’re going to the Golden Fleece Restaurant .” Connor said with a smile as you noticed the crowd marching towards the man. “They have some great dishes that will be sufficient to fuel yo–” 

Then someone shoved him to the ground.

You didn’t hear the rest of Connor’s spiel over the DUN-FUSS DUN-FUSS DUN-FUSS DUN-FUSS of your footsteps as you immediately fire jet-sprinted to the knocked-down man. You stood in front of him as the people crowded around. 

“STEP BACK.”  You yelled, waving them off. 

No one listened.

Instead, a ponytail bearded guy stepped into your space. You sharply inhaled, flexing your fingers as he yelled:

“OR WHAT?” 

Within a blink of your eyes, you threw your hands up into the air, creating a fire wall barrier behind you. 

It was close enough to wall off the person you were defending, but not enough to burn him. 

Or Connor. 

You wouldn’t have even noticed he was right behind you if it wasn’t for your mana sight.

Everyone gasped and took a step back. The fire roared, radiating heat from behind you.

Some held fear in their eyes. 

Others, hate. 

But they all remained quiet and still like a Jackalope in headlights. 

Just as you hope for.

You lowered your right arm and grabbed your DPD badge that hung around your neck inside your jacket. Then you pulled it out in front of you.

“Detroit Police. If you want your protest to continue, keep it peaceful , or I will call back–up to break it up.” You stated as you heard your blood pulse in your ears.

Shit. Please be a capax crowd…please be a capax crowd. I don’t have energy for a bender’s fight. You thought.

The ponytail guy huffed as he took a step forward. Before he could even take a second step, a woman walked up next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder grumbling,

“It’s not worth it Hal. I bet she doesn’t even know she’s defending a Plastic .” She sneered at you like a pygmy puma.

You took a deep breath in, a vain effort to calm your bouncing heart rate down. 

“Regardless,” You said, “I suggest all of you–”

“Alright, break it up. Break it up people! What’s going on here?” A beat cop said as he ran up, physically separating the distance between the protesting pair and you.

“Dumbass here jumped in thinking she’s defending a man, not a Plastic. ” The woman stated with pity in her eyes as she looked at you.

“Plastic or not, this protest can’t go on if you decide to be violent.” Said the cop.

“It’s an android. ” The woman spat, glaring at him. You took that moment to quickly read his engraved name tag pinned on his right chest.

A. Nomikos

“Even if it’s an android ,” Nomikos said as he stared at the protesting pair, “If you damaged it, I’m gonna have to fine you. I suggest you and your crew take 10 and cool down before finding another place to protest. This time, peacefully or I will be forced to break it down.”

A beat passed and the pair backed up before barking orders to their crew. But not before Hal looked back. The hatred in his eyes was sharp as a knife as he hissed at Nomikos,

“They’re going to take your job next, and we’ll see how you like it…and you,” Hal said, looking at you like you were garbage. “I hope you mess up and get sent to the North.” He sneered.

Not the first time someone told me that. You snorted. Despite how stiff your arms were, it shook like miniature tremors.  

“Okay…Let’s go, go along.” Nomikos waved everyone away. Once the protestors dispersed, Nomikos turned to you. “You can drop the fire barrier now Det. Santiago.”

It felt as if a physical weight fell off as you dropped your limbs and exhaled. The fire behind you disintegrated. The world became colorful as you blinked away the green tint that mana sight gave.

“Thanks for helping me out, Officer Nomikos. How did you know my name?” You said, feeling your heart bounce fast like a drum cadence. You offered your hand, 

“No problem. And it’s Atticus to you. A beat cop ‘bot messaged me about a Det. Santiago needing some help here and pronto.” Nomik –er– Atticus said as he shook your hand.

“You can call me Chispa.” You said.

“Chispa. The good ole popular Pyro Spanish nickname. Next time you try to jump in to defend someone, make sure that they’re human first.” Atticus chuckled as he looked behind you and frowned. “Shoot! Sorry about that! I didn’t see you there. Let me help you up man.”  

You turned around and saw Atticus give his hand to Connor. He accepted it, getting up slowly. However, there was a new wariness in his brown eyes as they met yours. 

A wariness that you were all too used to.

“And you! Move along now. Try not to get into trouble again ‘bot.” Atticus stated, dragging you away from your thoughts to focus on the Black android on the ground. 

As it got up by itself, you met its eyes. They were green as jade and radiated a kind warmth as he looked at you before turning to Atticus. 

“Thank you, officers. I shall make my way home.” The android said before walking to the bus stop. It was only then did you notice the small neon blue triangle on his jacket, just underneath the back of his neck.

The Thirium Delta. 

It was one of CyberLife’s logos that symbolized the divine change androids would bring to human society. 

Just like its blue color and Greek symbol.

Android indeed...well, better safe than sorry. Strange how I never seen that face before. Usually, Luke would update me on any new models CyberLife releases.

“You good man? You look a little pale.” Atticus said to Connor, breaking you away from your thoughts.

“Yes, just…just a bit shaken. I didn’t expect the firewall.” Connor nervously smiled.

“It happens to the best of us.” Atticus said as his voice softened. “It’s a good thing nothing came out of this. All’s well that ends well. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go back to patrolling. Have a good day you two.” He said, quieter than before.

“You too Atticus!” You said.

“Likewise.” Connor said, his voice just as soft as Atticus.

Even Atticus’ footsteps were soft and gentle as he walked away.

“It wasn’t an auxiliary police android that called him over. I did.” Connor quietly mumbled behind you once Atticus was out of earshot. In fact, his voice was dimmer compared to the pounding in your head.

Your heart was still beating rapidly in your chest, but it didn’t explain why you felt so lightheaded.

It’s just the stress from all of this… You concluded before mumbling, “Come on Connor, I think I’ll order take out and we’ll eat in the car…” 

You walked back to where you came from, knowing Connor would be just behind.  

I don’t even know where I’m going. Oh, it doesn’t matter. I’m just gonna buy whatever I find. Even a small snack. Who cares what Connor thinks? There must be something good nearby. You thought as you tried to get your heartrate under control with your breathing exercises.

But they weren’t helping. 

You still felt lightheaded as the world became fuzzier and the sound seemed off. It was as if someone was muffing your ears with cotton while lowering the volume around you.

Even the voice behind you sounded like the grown-up voices in Charlie Brown. 

Your vision wasn’t holding up too great either. The scene became grainier, like one of those old analog TV sets that would show static when the antenna was struggling to maintain the picture. And your balance felt off, as if you were on a rocky boat on water.

Suddenly, you felt a weight on your shoulders and looked up to see Connor standing in front of you.

“Yo…don’t…oo goo…I think…should sit…tective.” He said, his voice fading in and out like radio static.

When did he get in front of me? And why are his hands on me? You thought, focusing on taking deep slow breaths.

“He…spa are...oka…” Connor said.

You met his sharp eyes. They seemed full of worry as they watched you like a mother hen. 

CyberLife really outdid itself. You thought once more, noticing how they even added wrinkled lines on his forehead, enhancing his worried look. 

“Yeah…just a little shook…that’s all. Let’s get lunch.” You mumbled, as you shoved his hands off before walking away, each step heavier than the last.

Then you blinked and you found yourself free falling despite your brain screaming orders to your limbs of ‘ Get UP! GET UP! ’

But they didn’t respond. It was as if they were all disconnected.

The ground came closer, ready to greet your face as someone shouted your name in the background. Then you were suspended in midair, floating above the ground. Your body felt limp like a noodle against the steady arm holding your waist. Another arm joined in as it wrapped around your chest. 

Together, they pulled you back up as the snowy white static took over your vision before it all faded to black.

Chapter Text

The world was pitch black as sound slowly filtered into your ear.

Voice above you talked in a way that reminded you of the grown-up voices in Charlie Brown. Then some of them started to make sense.

“…needs is food...about…go…lunch…any food…” A familiar voice said nearby. Then another voice spoke, but you barely heard him over the sound of your own thoughts.

Food? I have food! It’s in my pocket! You wanted to mumble.

“Don’t talk Chispa. Conserve your energy.” The first voice said as you felt someone pat your shin.

Chispa? Chispa…that’s…that me! Energy? Does someone need energy? I have food! It’s in my pocket! You wanted to mumble but it felt too tiring.

So, you decided to listen to the voice’s instruction while noting several things.

Your legs were in the air; someone was holding them if their gentle grip by your ankles was of any indicator.

You were also on the ground…but why? It was cold. So was the air. It had a chilly nip to it, like you forgot to wear your fall jacket on a windy fall day.

But you had your jacket on. At least from what your arms felt.

It didn’t made sense.

What happened?

Your eyes were still closed. And they seem intent on staying close with how difficult it was to open them.

You took in a deep breath and focused on separating your eyelids, internally cheering when they opened. You blinked as light filtered in before seeing the grey skies above you. Then you glanced around before looking down at your legs and at the end of it, by your feet was Connor in his human-passing clothes holding them up.

Somehow, this made less sense than when you first started hearing voices.

“Wha…what happened?” You mumbled. “Why is it’s so cold?”

“You fainted. You must’ve used all your energy creating that firewall barrier. Do you usually use blue flames for that?” Connor said, studying your every moment.

“Blue flames? No…too much energy…I use red–orange.” You frowned as you closed your eyes, trying to recall the firewall that you made.

It did take more energy out of me than usual…but I was also scared…and hungry…looks like it’s time to put that bar into use… You thought as you opened your eyes just as Connor spoke,

“It was blue. I’m more surprised you didn’t accidentally melt the android with how close it was.” He said with a frown.

“Good at precision. I’m hungry….” You mumbled, closing your eyes and unzippering your coat so your arm can fetch the thing your stomach dreamt of the most.

“Stop! You don’t have your outer flame and will get yourself si….ick.” Connor became silent as you pulled out your emergency energy bar. You felt your legs gently placed down on the ground as you heard footsteps walk around you.

“Wait, don’t eat just yet.”

“I’m hungry…” You never sounded so meek as you opened your eyes and looked up to see Connor’s face above yours.

“I know, but I don’t want you to choke.” Connor said with a pout.

A second later, you felt his hands underneath your armpits, and you were pulled up to a sitting position with your back laying against his chest. Then Connor wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Now you can eat.” He said with a sigh.

Immediately, you unwrapped the Chocolate Brownie Cliff Bar and took a big bite and began to munch on it.

You couldn’t help but moan. It tasted wonderful, especially when it went down to your empty stomach.

“When did you swipe that bar back? I thought I put it away.” Connor’s said from behind you, but unlike humans, you didn’t feel his voice deeply vibrate through his chest that came with the close physical interaction.

“Like you said, I’m a pyro and need to eat. I just do it in small segments. I keep emergency bars on me in case I do need that boost or something to get by. I know my body Connor.” You glanced up to give him a proper glare.

Afterall, you wouldn’t have been in this position if he let you eat that energy bar earlier.

“While that might be true, you should aim for heathier alternatives and satisfying meals instead of the junk you eat.” Connor frowned.

“Do you think I would’ve fainted if I ate that bar when I wanted to before you stopped me?” You stared at him as you took another bite.

“It would if that’s the only changed variable for this event, buuut I would also say that using red-orange flames would make the difference as well as that fire takes less energy.” He smirked.

“But you admit you were wrong. It’s your fault I fainted.” You teased, feeling a smug smile lift on your face.

Connor sighed. He seemed to be doing that more recently.

“Yes, it seems like that I’ve should’ve let you eat your bar before we left. It doesn’t mean that I’m not right though.” He mumbled.

“Who fainted here because she listened to you?” You drew in your eyebrows.

“Hey I’m back! I got that egg sandwich and orange juice you asked for…hey you’re up! And where did you get the bar?” You looked up and saw Officer Nimikos said as crouched down to get to your eye level.

“I carry an emergency bar on me in case I need a little boost in the day but someone,” you scowled at Connor, “said it might be better to wait for a real meal and turns out, he’s wrong!” You grinned as you looked at Officer Nimikos.

It was rather rare for a human to be right against an android.

Afterall, they were just fancy schmancy supercomputers.

“Yeah…next time, don’t come between a woman and her food. Especially a pyro woman…uh…I never got your name.” Nimikos frowned as he looked at Connor.

I wonder if Connor is going to use his programmed greeting. You jokingly thought.

“My name is Connor. I’m–”

Shit, think of something! You thought, feeling sparks jumping around in your gut. Can’t have him blow his cover…cover…cover couple!

“–um–” He mumbled as you quickly cut in, 

“My idiotic partner.” You quickly stated, being careful to not elbow him at his pump as you gave him a playful smile and looked up to him with the deadliest look you could give as you hoped your smile looked kind and caring; like a real girlfriend would give. “I told you I should’ve had that energy bar earlier Flaco!”

“I’m sorry. I was wrong.” He frowned as he studied you in confusion.

Probably still confused by my change in behavior. I need to be more forward, so he’ll play along. You felt your insides wince as you decided on a new tactic. If only Poldeski could see me now.

“That’s all you needed to say Amor.” You said, smiling with dread in your stomach. You placed one hand under surprisingly his rather rugged chin (it felt like he was growing the beginning of a 5’o clock shadow!) before you dragged his face down as you closed your eyes to give a quick peak to his surprisingly warm soft lips.

Amazingly enough he played along as you felt his hand on the back of your head.

His lips parted opened like an invitation and your tongue snuck in without any thought, meeting his artificial one that felt rather human with its warmth and wetness. You felt his tongue meeting your lips, as if asking for permission.

You granted it.

Your lips parted, feeling how his false human tongue entered, exploring all that your mouth had to offer like you did with his. His artificial teeth felt study and real like the soft tongue you danced with, to a French tune only you could hear. The lingering taste of mint inside his mouth sparkled in your mind like the night stars, melting away the sinking dread in your stomach to a fluttering delight, drawing a hum out of you.

Fexdriods are such a delight! They great kissers! I’ll say they’re even better than humans! Podolski’s voice rang in your head.

Reality stuck like a chilling gust of wind, sinking delight to a blazing hot shame as you pulled away, opening your eyes to meet the android in front of you.

Connor opened his eyes, observing you like a scientist. Curiosity and awe filled his warm brown eyes as his tongue swiped over his lips, collecting the remaining evidence of your poorly executed cover. His hand stroked through your hair, before gently caressing down your back and resting there. 

That’s hot. No wonder the waitress gave him her number yesterday…he’s quite a looker. You thought as you felt your cheeks heat up.

There’s a fexdriod who’s some looker last night Dayton. I got her model number down just for you man. Podolski’s voice whispered at the back of your mind.

You glanced down and found your saving grace as you took another bite from your Cliff bar, feeling your face enwrap in joy at the sweet chocolatey taste, as you filled your stomach.

“Aren’t you two cute.” Officer Nimikos said.

Connor’s hand dropped as you glanced back over to the officer.

You nearly forgot the man was here. He was whole reason why you basically assaulted Connor with a kiss.

At least he forgot about Connor’s mishap if his rueful smile to the human–passing android had anything to say.

“It’s best to know when to lose battles Connor. Especially when your girl’s right. In this case it seems you two got everything under control. If you need anything, don’t be afraid to call for help.” Officer Nimikos said as he handed you the 7/11 egg sandwich and orange juice.

“Will do Nimikos. Thanks for your help!” You smiled as cheerful as possible as you faced him, laying your back against Connor’s chest. His hand hugged your waist once more.

“Anytime and don’t be too harsh on your man Chispa. You should’ve seen how worried he was with how he ordered me around. He’s just doing his best looking after you.” Officer Nimikos said before walking away.

«I can’t believe you nearly blew your cover.» You mumbled to him as you opened up the egg sandwich. «And close by the anti-andriods protestors as well.  You deserve the Darwin award.»

«It’s a preprogrammed response. I hadn’t made one for Cruz since I didn’t expect to greet someone. You usually do the greeting for us. And why did you kiss me?»

«Make a new programmed response. As for the kiss, people tend to leave couples alone when they become too PDA-ly. Look how quick he forgot about your weird statement when I kissed you?» You mumbled as you opened the egg sandwich. «He’ll just see it as a couple spat and let us be. Moreso since you’re physically way too close to me – you’re hugging my waist.»

«I don’t want you to fall while eating, you’re still unstable.»

«Not wrong there.» You mumbled. You were still leaning against him while munching on you sandwich. With each bite, the air around you got warmer.

You also felt stronger and tried to see if you could sit up on your own…but lightheadedness was still your friend. You ended up leaning back on Connor’s chest.

You tried again with no results. Then again.

Maybe this time? You thought after the third try before falling back on Connor’s chest again. Only this time, you decided to give up and just lay there…then you felt something rather stiff at your rear.

«What…do you have in your pockets? It’s poking me.» You frowned as you drank some OJ.

«I…I have an auxiliary genital…It was installed in case I needed to do some personal favors to help with furthering the investigation. I apologize for the discomfort. I’m currently having problems with the hardware.»

Wait…what?

«They gave you a dick. A dick.»

«Yes, they gave me a dick. » You heard Connor sigh behind you as you snickered at his attitude towards a very human appendage. «Nice to know it makes you laugh. »

«You know, most guys find their dick to be their source of pride» You giggled at the bizarreness of all of this.

«Most guys you interact with are human. This will only be a hinderance for me since its software is based on human EKG inputs. »

«Wait…so they basically copied and paste our brain patterns of certain reactions onto you? » You said.

«Precisely. My own mechanosensory receptors mimics humanity to prevent me from injuring myself too much in our line of work…unfortunately the same went for my phallus. Part of the reason is to collect data on improving sex android reactions– Can you please stop trying to get up? You’re not charged up yet.» Connor hissed as you tried to scoot forward.

«Sorry, I’m just trying to move away from your groin, so I don’t bug you.» You said before stopping once you no long felt his stiff member…speaking of stiffness…«How long will it be before it goes down? Why is it even up anyways? »

«I don’t know. It’s the first time it happened to me. While I was programmed to seduce originally, there was a last minute plan to add an auxiliary component to improve my odds. Nick Scott–Green, the technician who worked on me, said it will take a while and to try to figure out it any kinks since I can create software quicker than they can. »

«Cold showers, thinking of terrible stuff helps most guys. Or jerking it off. »

«Where am I’m gonna take a cold shower? I’m not going down to human basal levels and masturbate just to deal with an inconvenient auxiliary piece. »

«Think of shit like I don’t know…oh…oh the fact that you were wrong, and I was right? Most advanced android calculations destroyed by a starving pyro. 1.5 out 5-star rating on keeping me safely feed. Will not buy again. Worse product ever. » You laughed.

Connor sighed.

…

After a quick lunch that Connor bought at the Greek restaurant (along with a new emergency bar in 7/11 at your insistence) the two of you made your way to the two people you needed to interview for the cases.

First up was Gordon Lopez.

While the golden skin Latino was tall, he was still a good three inches shorter than Connor and rocked a dad bod.

“May I help you?” Mr. Lopez said after he opened the door with a healthy amount of suspicion and nervousness on his face. You didn’t blame him. It was uncommon for strangers to knock on the door.

“Hi Mr. Lopez. My name is…” You said your name as you showed him your badge. “…Santiago and this is my partner Connor. We’re from the DPD here to investigate the disappearance of your household android that occurred a month ago. We were hoping you can help us answer some questions.

Immediately the reservation Mr. Lopez carried dropped with a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness. For a second there, I thought you were Jehovah’s Witnesses. Also, what took you guys so long!? I waited so long for any updates and the only response they gave me was “We’re working on it” and nothing happened. I ended up buying a new android to help around the house.” Mr. Lopez glared at Connor who was still in his human disguise. Never once did he look at you.

You felt a bitter taste on your lips.

“We apologize Mr. Lopez for DPD’s lack of action…” Connor said, in surprise and confusion.

Of course. Why shouldn’t human Connor be seen as the primary investigator in this case? He passed for a white man. It wasn’t like there were plenty of women dicks in the force in the first place overall. Much less a Latina detective.

You’re a good gumshoe Santiago. If people don’t give you your place, remind them and never stand down. Remind people of your authority so they don’t forget it next time. Aloni’s voice rang in your head.

You swallowed that bitterness, letting it sink into your stomach like a stone as you stood up even straighter before frowning in confusion when Connor’s hand patted your shoulder.

“…but you have Det. Santiago here ready to help. She’s the one leading this case. I’m just here to help her.” Connor smiled.

“Oh.” Mr. Lopez said as he looked down at you.

I really wish I was taller. You internally frowned to yourself as you held out your hand to the man with a sincere smile on your lips.

“Greetings. Would you mind if we can come in and ask some questions?”

“Come on in.” Mr. Lopez said as he waved the two of you in. “I have a newer used model to help out now. At this point, I’m doing it more out of curiosity to know what happened to that drone than wanting it back…although I’m certain my kids are more interested in knowing than me. It broke their hearts when Sammy left.” He said as he closed the door and walked the two of you into the kitchen table before he went to the fridge. “Do you guys want anything to drink? I have water, orange juice, soda– but don’t tell that to my new android Tammy. She’s been trying to wean me off for my health’s sake, but it’s hard kicking off a bad habit.”

“We’re good Mr. Lopez. So, your last android was named Sammy. Was it a male or a female model?”

“It was female.” Mr. Lopez said as he sat across from you. “I got her a bit after my wife passed away. I needed help keeping the place clean and I was recommended the household AL android model. My kids choice her name and were quick to like her…maybe a bit too much since they always bugged Sammy during her cleaning routine and even at night.” Mr. Lopez frowned.

“How old are your kids? And how many do you have?” Connor asked as you wrote basic information down about the AL android in your notepad.

“I have three. 8, 5 and 3. It’s been…it’s been hard taking care of the house and them after my wife died in a car crash. Sammy’s been a great help…maybe too great since the kids got attached to her and never left her alone, but that might have also been my fault as well. I’ve been rather neglectful and got wound up in my misery while Sammy became bombarded by my kids.” Mr. Lopez sighed as looked down and tapped his fingers.”

“How long ago was it when your wife died?” You asked.

“It’s going to be six months in a few days.” Mr. Lopez stated.

“How long did you have Sammy for and what model type is it?” Connor asked.

“I got Sammy a month after my wife died. I bought the model as a secondhand in Ohio after visiting my in-laws. Her old owners were selling her since they got a new model as an Anniversary gift and thought it was a waste to dump her. When they learned I was in the market for an AL model, they sold her to me at a discounted rate and gave me her manual guide. As for her model, she’s a AL100. I think one of the first to go to the markets.”

At that you froze.

“Did you say secondhand? Did you reset her before purchase?” You asked. You felt your heartrate increase. From what my brother said, androids needed to be reset so that they can properly imprint and set their new owner as the admin…otherwise there will be little to no obedience to its new owner unless it was taken to a CyberLife store for a tune up.

“No? Was I supposed to? It’s not like Sammy is my cell phone that has all my information on it or something. The only thing we did was wipe her memory clean at her old owners behalf. They said she been acting rather strange since they got the new model. At any case I took it to an android shop a day later for some minor repairs since she got a few dents from my kids accidentally knocking her down with a hug when I brought her to my in-law.”

“You are aware that AL models –especially an AL 100– were only meant for cleaning, right? They aren’t programmed to handle kids, much less, three of them.” Connor stated.

“Look man, I didn’t know. All I knew was that Sammy was more than enough for me considering she was able to handle more than what she was made for. I didn’t make the same mistake twice when I got Tammy. Tammy is AX 400 – she’s definitely made for childcare and housekeeping.” Mr. Lopez said.

“What happened on the day that Sammy disappeared?” You asked.

“It was September. The kids were in school for more than a month at this point. Nothing out the ordinary happened if that’s what you were talking about. The only difference is that one of my friends came to visit on the morning I had off and he started talking about taking me out for the night. He said I needed a good lay considering it’s been four months since my wife’s death. I know he means well but when I told him I wasn’t in the mood for fucking around other woman he recommended me it didn’t have to be human. I said no again.” Mr. Lopez gruntled.

“Then what happened?” You asked.

“He started arguing with me saying how I wasn’t the same since my wife died and I needed to let loose, stop mourning and start living. Then Sammy came in, letting me know we needed more detergent after today and then my friend looked at her before smiling at me saying, ‘You sly dog, why didn’t you just tell me you found a replacement already.’ Mind you I was confused by what he meant by that until I realized that he thought I was fucking my android. We had a big fight –he was always against my marriage but he kept it to himself. He always did thought the single bachelor’s life was the way to go– and it ended with me kicking him out. He left saying he didn’t blame me for staying at home when I had a fuck toy to play with.”

“Did you have sex with your android Sammy?” Connor asked.

“Heavens no! I was angry my friend even insisted on that. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to lose your wife. She was my best friend, lover and partner in crime who’s also the mother to my kids. After she died…so did my sex drive. Honestly sex hasn’t even crossed my mind between making sure the kids are doing well, doing my job, making sure the house is kept while grieving.” Mr. Lopez said.

“Then what happened after your friend left?” You asked.

“I got ready for work and told Tammy to continue with her usual household tasks and to pick up the kids. I’ll be late to pick them up. The only thing was that she never did. I got a call from the school informing me that my android failed to pick them up. It was then I knew something was wrong. By the time I got home with the kids, Sammy was gone. The house was clean except for one load of laundry she never finished due to the lack of detergent. I tried searching for her on my own; went to the usual spots where she would go for household items, but no one saw her. My kids were as heartbroken as the day my wife died. I tried calling the DPD for any updates, but nothing. In any case, I ended up buying Tammy since I still needed the extra help, only this time she was built to handle kids.”

“I think we have everything we need Mr. Lopez.” You said as you finished writing up the last of your notes. “Do you have a picture of what Sammy last looked like?

“Here she is.” Mr. Lopez said as he showed you a picture of the AL android being hugged by his kids with a happy smile as she hugged them back.

You took a picture of her before handing him your card. “My information. We’ll keep you updated on the case and if we learn anything new.”

“I’ll be honest, it’s okay if you don’t find Sammy. Tammy does a better job and doesn’t seem to be as stressed with the kids. She did us a huge favor and recommended family therapy for us. Things changed. While I miss Sammy, Tammy is alright for me and my family. Please do keep me updated on what made Sammy leave so this way I can make sure Tammy doesn’t fall to the same fate.” Mr. Lopez looked at both you and Connor.

“Will do Mr. Lopez.” You stood up and gave him your hand to shake. “Okay Connor, time to go.”

…

After another drive of twenty minutes, the two of you arrived at a senior apartment to start your second case and talk to Gina Colombo. With the directions to her apartment given by the front desk, all Connor and you needed to do was just wait for the slowest elevator in existence to arrive.

Great…just great…I wonder if there are a set of stairs nearby…you grumbly thought to yourself before the sound of DING DING DING dragged you away from your thoughts. You found its origins at Connor’s hand as he flipped a coin between both fingers.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who’s bored.” You mumbled, rather amused by Connor’s coin tricks.

“I’m not bored, I’m just calibrating my dexterity in the same way you do when you perform La llamita bailarina.” Connor stated, eyes completely focused on the elevator floor location sign above the doors.

It was still stuck on the top floor.

“Can you do that with any coins?”

“In theory yes once I’m able to make a pre-construct after determining its weight, diameter, and texture. It shouldn’t be too different from using my quarter.”

“Really?” Your eyebrows arched in amusement before you went to your wallet to pull out a Japanese 5 Yen coin. “Try this on for size.” You said as you handed the 5 Yen coin to Connor.

“Where did you get Japanese currency? Did you travel to Japan?” Connor said as he took your coin.

“I wish. My brother Luke gifted to me after his vacation there. It’s my lucky coin. I always win something in scratch–offs with those.” You smiled.

“Luck doesn’t exist Detective. Scratch–offs are based on an algorithm to ensure a net–gain for the owners and a net–loss in your favor.” Connor said as flicked the coin up and down before resuming the coin trick with the Yen instead.

“Not bad.” You nodded at the speed the coin flicked between his fingers. Connor smiled.

DING!

The elevator finally opened in front of you.

“Ladies first.” Connor said waving you in.

“What a gent.” You smiled as you stepped in. Once Connor stepped in, you pressed the button for Mrs. Colombo’s floor. Connor continued with his coin trick with your Yen before bringing out his quarter once more. Now both hands had a coin and mirrored each other movement. Once the elevator made it to Mrs. Colombo’s floor did you ask, “Hey Flaco, can you flick my coin back to me please?”

He flicked it back to you instantly with “Catch Det. Santiago!” bit too fast as you stepped towards him. The Yen struck you in the eye, but you caught it before it fell to the floor.

“Hey! I wasn’t ready!” You whined glaring up with your one good eye to your Robotic partner as your other hand rubbed the pain away on the eye that was hit.

“My apologizes Detective.” Connor said, immediately putting his coin away and shifting back to his stiff neutral android stance. It was as if he was embarrassed that he made a mistake.

“Hey Cruz, loosen up. I don’t like working with tight asses like that.” You stated as you elbowed him before leaving the elevator. Connor soon followed as you put your coin away and the two of you arrived at Mrs. Colombo’s door. A knock later and the door was opened by a small copper-skinned Asian woman. She looked Filipino

“Hi, my name is….” You said your name as your showed the woman your badge, “…Santiago and this is my partner Connor. We’re with the DPD investigating the disappearance of Mrs. Colombo’s AF model android.”

The Filipino woman frowned.

“Missing android? Mrs. Colombo’s android is here. Look.” The woman opened the door wider to reveal an AF model android wheeling an elderly white woman to a table.

“Now Ms. Gina, we’re going to have dinner and then you’ll take your medications, okay?” the AF android said.

“You promise you won’t leave this time Lisa? I don’t want to lose you again.” Ms. Colombo said, a tearful frown on her face.

“I promise to you I won’t.” Lisa the android said.

“Good, you’re the only one I have.” Ms. Colombo said.

“That’s not true, you have your grand kids and daughters who stop by to visit every other day.” Lisa said. “You also have Camille here.” Lisa said as she pointed to the Filipina in front of you. She waved back to Ms. Colombo. “And it seems like you have some guests as well.” Lisa smiled at you and Connor before she looked at Camille.

Then Lisa said something in Tagalog and Camille replied. The two talked before Camille looked up to you two minutes later.

“Lisa and I will talk to you once Mrs. Colombo’s family visits in ten minutes. Would you mind wait in the lobby?” Camille said.

“Yeah, we can wait.” You said with a nod.

“Thank you.” Camille nodded before she closed the door in front of you.

“Well, I guess we have to wait for them to come then.” You sighed as you and Connor walked away from the door to the elevator. You looked up to see that Connor who looked more disappointed than you.

“I think this is a false case. Mrs. Colombo appears to have dementia and from what I understood between both android and human caretaker speaking in Tagalog, Mrs. Colombo made a call believing her android went missing when she woke up early from a nap alone while the AF200 went to pick up her medication from a pharmacy nearby. It’s why she has both caretakers; to limit the stress Mrs. Colombo has from her dementia.”

“That sucks. Either case, we should still talk to both caretakers once the family comes just to be sure.” You said as you put your hands in your pockets and felt the Yen coin from earlier.

An idea popped up in your head.

“You are not wrong. I can do a quick memory probe of AF200 to ensure its statement and video memory are the same.” Connor said.

“Memory Probe?”

“Yes. I can interface with other android to retrieve their memories and review them. However, there are two trains of thoughts in CyberLife of how deviancy occur; one of them is through a virus. While I have some of the strongest antiviral programs out there, I was recommended to limit probing and interface unless necessary.”

“Huh…that pretty cool. I did not know that.”  You stated as you both stopped at the elevator doors. Once it came you both stepped in and watched the doors in front of you closed before the elevator descended.

“Think fast!” You said as you flicked the Yen coin to Connor only for the coin to smack him in the check as he turned to look to you. He caught the coin before it fell to the floor at least.

“Was that a pity catch?” You frowned. I know androids don’t miss on purpose.

“I figure it’s only fair considering I hurt you earlier by mistake.” Connor frowned.

“Eh, it happens to the best of us.” You shrugged. “Now are you going to do your fancy coin trick again?” You grinned, feeling like a kid again.

“With pleasure Detective.” Connor smiled as he started rolling the coin between his fingers like he was some natural born metalbender.

…

The two of you spent next few minutes sitting in the lobby waiting for Mrs. Colombo’s family to arrive. But it wasn’t all spent in vain.

Especially when the android sent by Cyberlife was busy teaching you the coin trick with the half-dollar coin you had in your wallet.

At first, you tired copying his motions with a quarter you had before Connor suggested to switch to a half–dollar coin due to its size. When you still weren’t able to follow his motions, Connor took it upon himself to physically maneuver your fingers and hand with the half–dollar coin before letting you do it by yourself sans coin.

Then once it you had the motion down, he gave you the coin. This was the fifth time you were doing it. And you even made a small jingle to the tune of ‘Carmen Suite No. 1 - Les Toréadors’ to go with all the movements.

“Palm up, coin on fingers, thumb on coin. / Turn palm down, slide coin to finger top. /” You sang as you did the motions. “Fall flat on top of index finger theeen/ the bird slightly riseeeees/ loweeeer the bird then raise the index too/ coin pivots, falls on biiiird!"

You stated, grinning as the coin finally rolled on your middle finger. You repeated the same motion until the coin flipped on top of your ring finger.

“Sink between the ring and pinky finger / catch with thuuuumb / and down it gooooees...” You sighed as the coin fell to the floor. “Damn it. I can’t seem to get that part right.”

“It’s better than before. You managed to roll it this time.” Connor said with a smile as you looked up to him.

“I guess. It’s just frustrating when I start something new and can’t pick it up quick.” You mumbled.

“You’ll get there. It just takes practice. You are human after all.” Connor stated.

“And we can’t be all blessed with perfectionism like you Connor.” You teased.

“I was built to be perfect.” Connor smirked.

You stuck your tongue out to him.

“Hi, you two detectives?” A voice said from the side. Both you and Connor looked up from the loveseat to see Camille from earlier. “We thought it was good for only one to come at a time or Gina will be stressed looking for both of us.”

“It sounds good to me. Why don’t you take a seat here?” You said pointing to armchair sofa next to you.

“Would it be easier if we talked in Tagalog? I noticed you spoke it earlier with Mrs. Colomba’s android.” Connor said as Camille sat down.

“You speak Tagalog?” Camille said in shock as she looked at him.

“Oo” Connor said. Camille said something back in Tagalog causing Connor to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Is it okay if she knows?”

“Knows what?” You lifted your right eyebrow.

“Seriously?” Connor said before pointing to where his android armband would be underneath your brother’s jacket.

“Ohhh, yeah sure.” You nodded feeling your face heat up. “I forgot that other people didn’t know since I got used to your new look.” You fiddled with the coin that was in your hand.

“It’s understandable. If you have any questions, let me know so that I can ask her.” Connor said before he looked at Camille. Connor lifted the borrowed beanie enough for Camille to see his LED before he covered it again for good use.

“Ahh.” Camille said with a nod before the two of them began talking in Tagalog, making you feel like a third wheel in this conversation.

So, this is what it feels like to be an observer when I speak Spanish to other people. You thought to yourself as you put your hands away in your pocket. While you understood a word or two that flew out of Camille’s or Connor’s mouth, there wasn’t enough context for you to make sense of it. Then a new thought popped in your mind as you felt your notepad.

“Excuse me?” Both Connor and Camille looked at you as you held out your notepad and pen to Connor. “Connor would you mind writing down some of the main details onto my notepad so I can see what you learn so I don’t repeat any questions you might have already asked?”

“That’s a good idea.” He said, immediately taking the pad and writing down notes in perfect writing that looked like Cyberlife Sans. Connor held the notepad at an angle where you can see the info he already gathered about Ms. Colomba, Lisa the AF200 android and Camille while he spoke to the human homecare aid.

You were able to add some questions, but for the most part, Connor got the main concerns you wanted to know. Soon the interview with Camille was over.

“Thank you for your help, Camille. Please send Lisa once you get up?” You said as you shook her hand.

“Will do.” She said before looking at Connor and saying something in Tagalog. Connor smiled and nodded back before shaking her hand. Then Camille was on her way back up.

Now to wait for Lisa.

Thankfully it wasn’t long of a wait as you went back to practicing Connor’s coin trick as he summarized what he learned from Camille:

Camille was recently hired as a second care aid a few days ago after the shock Ms. Colomba had when her android, Lisa, went to pick up her meds.

Lisa was owned by Ms. Colomba for five years. It was purchased as a Christmas gift when she moved to the senior living apartment when her dementia was first noted by the doctors.

As far as Camille noted, Lisa never experienced any deviancy tendencies. She was always attentive to Ms. Colomba. However, it seemed like the amount of work for caregiving had risen as her dementia set in, taking away her identity and independence.

The one thing that stood out the most to the human caregiver about Lisa the android, was how devoted she was to the woman. Even when Ms. Colomba threw tantrums like a child when she got lost in her world with kicks and punches, Lisa would always reply with kindness and love. Yet, Camille was concerned about how often Ms. Colomba caused Lisa’s LED to turn red during these moments. The woman often took over as lead to give Lisa a break to recharge during the worse of it.

“The thing that I find odd is how she needs to step away from Ms. Colomba during these moments. While Lisa is an older model, she is programmed to deal with this.” Connor said.

“Everyone needs a break from tantrums. You don’t know what it’s like dealing with a stressed-out human. You’re still new.” You said as you moaned in disappointment when the coin fell again.

“I was programmed to deal with human unpredictability. I am certain I can handle any tantrums any human or deviant can throw at me.” Connor proudly stated.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and flick a small spark to his hand as you bent down to pick up the coin.

“Ow!” Connor flicked his hand away from his knee and shook it. You sat back up eyes wide open as he gave you a frown and pouted lips. “What was that for?”

“Sorry. I just didn’t expect for you to actually react like that. I forgot that you can physically feel. I usually do that with my close friends who know about my lightningbending and don’t mind being shocked.” You said as you felt your cheeks burn at this.

Always remember the first rule of being a Fulgur: Even a small spark can hurt! Don’t hurt those that didn’t ask for it. You easily heard your instructor say in your mind.

“It’s a Fulgur’s equivalent of a slap on the shoulder. I usually tone it down so that it feels like you’ve been hit by a static shock.” You mumbled as you held out your hand to Connor. “Can I see your hand?”

Connor gave it to you with no comments as you looked at the back of his hand where the spark struck.

No visual injuries…still that didn’t mean I should’ve done that to him without asking. You sighed as you handed him his hand back.

“Prognosis Healer Santiago?” Connor said.

Wait…is that a joke? You thought as you looked at him.

Instead of the former frown, he had a light smile on his lips and a shine in his eyes. You blinked and felt the words leave your lips before even thinking of them.

“You’ll live but try not to let yourself be shocked unless they’re your friends.” You grinned.

“Don’t worry, I won–”

“Hi detectives, I apologize for the delay. I had to make sure Gina’s full attention was on Camille so she wouldn’t freak out when I left for the interview.” Lisa the android said as she sat down in the couch in front of you where Camille once sat before.

“It’s alright Lisa.” You immediately said, shifting to your professional voice. “We have some questions to ask you.”

“I will also need to do a memory probe to check if your statements match with the visual auditory data held in your drive.” Connor said.

“Oh okay. How can I help you?” Lisa said as she sat upright like any proper android would do. You took this time to note some things about the android in front of you.

Like most android caretakers, Lisa wore scrubs with the CyberLife’s Thirium Delta printed on both the front and the back. However, her hair was styled differently from the typical high-set ponytail androids like her would wear. She had a dirty blond wolfcut with blue highlights here and there. She also wore feathered earrings.

Other than that, Lisa was a completely perfect android down to the posture.

“First off, what’s with the wolfcut? Didn’t that go out of style back in the new ‘20s?” You frowned as you took out your notepad and pen.

“Oh, it’s for Gina. One of her grandchildren usually can’t visit due to distance and asked if I could wear some of her style since Gina tends to be calmer when she sees her. Gina has poor eyesight and memory; she easily confuses me for Estella when I have her hairstyle and earrings. It’s enough to make working with her easy.” Lisa said with a smile.

“Interesting.” You said as you wrote it out in your notepad before looking up at her. “Camille says that your LED often turns red when dealing with Ms. Colomba’s…tantrums. She says she usually takes over to give you a break. Can you tell me what that is like?”

“It’s just concern. I don’t want to hurt her.” She stated with a frown.

You hummed.

“Has that ever happened before?” You asked.

“Once, only because I didn’t realize how fragile she was when she first became violent. Thankfully, the push only caused her to fall onto her bed. She wasn’t hurt.” Lisa said.

You nodded.

“Okay, what happened on that day when Mrs. Colomba called the DPD on your disappearance?” You asked.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. I stepped out to get her medications in the pharmacy nearby once she fell asleep. When I got there, I was told to go to a different pharmacy to get it. By the time I came back, Mrs. Colomba was at the front entrance throwing a fit about trying to find me. The security guard was the only reason why she didn’t walk out.” Lisa sighed.