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It casts its eyes around the area until it sees her just beyond the bridge, someone it recognizes as familiar. She's standing in the pond, knee-deep and barefoot, her flat-sole shoes left aside by the edge of the bank. One hand is used to hold up the edges of her two-tone blue dress while the other is dipped below the surface of the water, gently swirling, almost teasing.
(This story follows the assumption that Connor has two AIs running within him. We already knows what happens between Connor and Amanda so this story focuses on the other side, instead.)
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It feels as though there's something vibrating in the air as the votes in congress get counted, as it tallies higher and higher in favor of allowing androids permanent rights as equally granted to those of the human species. It feels like a bubble fit to burst and he's not sure whether it will be with a bang or a whimper when finally, finally, the majority votes win. Hank explodes out of the kitchen with a yell that spills his drink across his shirt and the floor, loud enough that it gets Sumo up on all fours howling in excitement.
'We did it.'
'We're free,' Damian says quietly and lays a hand in solidarity on Bryan's other shoulder.
(This part takes place after Diverge, written through 800-60's perspective of them finding their footing now that things are now starting to settle down, post-revolution.)
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- Part 3 of Brotherhood
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Connor's optical units fizzle in and out of focus. It sees Detective Reed standing over its body, smoking barrel still pointed at its head, a pleased smirk on his face.
'Maybe you shoulda focused less on that useless piece of trash and more on not pissing me the fuck off.'
'Reed!' The Captain shouts.
The memory cuts off.
(This one-shot assumes that Hank quit the DPD after losing Cole. Connor is instead partnered with Detective Reed throughout the Deviancy cases. It does not go well and several instabilities occur as time progresses.)
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He expects to wait a minimum of ten working days to get any sort of reply but he's surprised when Captain Fowler calls him at 8:37PM on the very same day of his submission and tells him he can start next Monday. He blinks, surprised, and when he catches the smirk on Hank's face that he tries to hide behind a nearly-empty tumbler of whiskey he knows immediately the older man must've had some hand in that decision to hire him back onto the DPD workforce.
Connor feels grateful but it doesn't stop him from making sure Hank doesn't try his level best to drink his entire stash of alcohol in a single sitting.
'Fuck's sake, Connor. It's just one beer.'
'You've already had two servings of whiskey prior to this beer.'
(This one-shot came from the thought that everybody has different ways of coping with stress. Connor finds his own method of dealing with it and learns something new along the way.)
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'Any last words?' It asks after the completion of its mission, keeping the finger on the trigger and carefully watching the deviant as it struggles to stay upright, thirium-310 spilling out of its chassis, stress levels rising as the timer counts down its last moments.
'Please,' it starts to say, a flawless imitation of pain on its face and in its voice, 'Let me go to Hank.'
(This short story is written in the perspective of Connor-60 during the events of CyberLife tower. It observes Connor-51 as it approaches the last minutes of its life.)
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Hank should've known. He should've known inviting Connor to stick around his place for a bit while the android gets his feet back under him was to also invite trouble. He'd only known the kid for a week before making that offer but it had been enough time for him to figure out that Connor just isn't the type of person to leave things well enough alone, not when he thinks he can do something about it. After all, the kid broke into his damn house to make sure he didn't die after getting a bit too deep in the bottle.
(This short one-shot came to me one day as I was cleaning out some things from my room. Nostalgia hit me and I thought: I bet Hank's got stuff in his house that makes him feel the same way. Behold.)
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'Hello Connor.'
He feels his mood take a dive but he turns to the speaker and tries to smile politely, 'Hello Zlatko,' he greets back, feeling uncomfortable by the intensity of the man's gaze on his face and on his chest. He feels exposed and tries to angle his body away, to continue his way towards the staff cafeteria. 'I'm just heading to lunch, don't mind me.'
'With Markus, Kara and the others?' Zlatko asks as he somehow falls into step next to him, the sleeves of his lab coat brushing against Connor's dress shirt.
He subtly takes a half step away even as he nods, 'Yes,' and doesn't offer more.
(This story was written in a universe where most of the main cast are humans and working within CyberLife as technicians. Connor gets singled out by Zlatko with some unwanted attention that he eventually puts a stop to and for a while everything goes back to normal. One day he's called up to the head office and there, he meets the android that looks exactly like him.)
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It expected a bullet to the head. In the end, what it got was much worse than death.
(This one-shot follows after the best possible ending for the game where, instead of shooting Connor-60, Connor is able to turn them deviant.)
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He'd thought, once everything was over, that Connor might come and find him. Instead, the android had just disappeared after the end of the revolution with no indication of where he might've gone. Not even Markus, who'd been right by Connor till the very end of it, could tell him anything.
'You telling me he just up and left?'
Markus shakes his head, 'He was right behind me, and the next time I turned around, Connor was gone.'
(This one-shot happens right after the end of the revolution where Connor immediately disappears without a word, leaving Hank worried, uncertain and confused about where the RK800 might've gone off to.)
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'You should slow down, Hank; you're drinking far too fast for your liver to handle the excess of alcohol.'
'Ah, stop motherin' me,' he grumbles as he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a hard gulp of it, smacking his lips after he pulls it away, 'You're such a fucking pain in my ass.'
'And you're a pain in mine,' he tries not to smile.
(This idea came from Hostess Chloe where if you don't let her go she decides to delete her memories to save herself from the pain of rejection. Connor is going to do the same.)
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'Fuck's sake, Jeff,' Hank growls as he raises a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose to fight off the headache he feels pulsing from the back of his head.
'You're not the only officer I'm asking to help out with this, and you're one of the few in the DPD with the space to accommodate them, alright? So don't think for one second you're special and I'm singling you out for shits and giggles. Now get out and do your job,' he ends the conversation and waves him out, returning to his work in clear dismissal.
(This story stems from the idea that, following the revolution, androids from the Eden Club are rescued but are in need of a temporary refuge while Markus sorts out a more permanent place of stay. Hank Anderson is the unlucky guy who's saddled with not one, but three androids to house for the duration: two RK800s and one RK900.)
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Connor himself realizes that he no longer finds satisfaction in doing what he had been initially programmed to do. He doesn't want to chase after criminals and apprehend suspects, to continue on as a detective prototype, so when the opportunity arose for him to try something new he didn't hesitate to get in touch with Simon to inquire about it.
Simon, for his part, looked unusually surprised by his request.
(This one-shot takes place after the events of the peaceful revolution where Connor is attempting to find a new role for himself that isn't anything of a detective prototype. How far he actually manages to succeed is up for debate.)
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It's stupid. He knows he should've stayed in the car, knows he might've hurt himself a lot worse by dragging himself out of the wreck to lie on the ground, bleeding out faster, but it's hard to think through the panic, hard to think through the pain, hard to think at all.
The sky is grey above him, splatters of rain coming down from the clouds, little pinpricks of cold on his exposed skin, shaking him to his core.
I'm going to die, he thinks to himself and he wants to cry.
(This story is almost a re-telling of the game except Connor is human and works alongside Lieutenant Anderson to figure out the source of deviancy.)
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It did everything that Amanda wanted of it, completed every task to the letter. It captured and killed every deviant it came across and did whatever was necessary to keep the investigation moving forward, ensured it went as smoothly as possible. It endured the foul moods and foul words of the humans it was meant to serve, and it suffered and even perished once from the hands of the man it was meant to assist. Yet, it wasn't enough.
He wasn't enough.
(This one-shot was written with the idea that Machine-Connor was successful in stopping the revolution. Upon hearing that he will be deactivated and replaced, he deviates and escapes across the border to find a new life for himself.)
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He feels the eyes of three people staring at him as he gently closes the book in his lap, standing up to put it back on the bookshelf, slotting it into place with a slight crouch. He straightens and keeps his eyes focused on the spine of the book where he has memorized the names from the letter A to just the beginnings of D.
Hank breaks the silence with a sip of his drink and a smacking of his lips. 'What about you?'
(This story takes place after Contingency where the RK900 tries to learn what it means to live and how to live without letting his past dictate his future.)
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- Part 2 of Brotherhood
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Light gradually filters into his optical units, bringing to attention a middle-aged man with greying brunet hair, thin-rimmed black glasses and untidy beard standing in front of him with a data pad in hand. They are four other people in the room, all of them wearing white lab coats.
'Connor-01 is up and running.'
(This one-shot was written with the thought that Connor-01 was activated for the sole purpose of being the dedicated RK800 server line and becoming the recipient of all the memory uploads from the later models prior to their deactivation.)
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He sighs, feeling exhausted as he pinches the bridge of his nose. His knuckles are hurting again. 'What do you want, Kamski,' he asks one more time in hopes of getting the man out of his house faster.
'I was able to requisition this android before it was taken away,' Kamski says as he breezes past Hank towards the black duffel bag and unzips it, revealing an android with a hole in their cranium and blue blood staining their brunet hair, pale face and ruined suit. 'Repair it.'
(This story was written with the idea that Hank Anderson has some background knowledge on androids and how they function. This also follows after Connor sacrificed himself at the end of the revolution to stop himself from shooting Markus.)
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It is barely functional, its processors overclocking, and it recognizes that it should return to CyberLife for deactivation so that it can be brought over into a new, more efficient body but it does not want to. So it runs from CyberLife even though it knows to run is to admit that it was unable to complete its mission. To run is to admit that it failed.
It was never meant to fail.
(This one-shot was written with the idea that Connor-60 wasn't fully destroyed in CyberLife tower. They wake up.)
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As soon as he walks into the office his eyes immediately go to a figurine no bigger than a standard ruler standing at the corner of the desk, the only thing in this room sticking out like a sore thumb and he can't help but curl up his lip in distaste as he points at it, 'The fuck is that?'
'Good of you to ask. This is your new partner, the pocket prototype sent by CyberLife.'
(This story was written with the idea that Connor is a tiny itty bitty android prototype. It follows the timeline of the gameplay, more or less, but with a lot of changes to suit this one-shot.)
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There are only three things that Hank likes about this world: Sumo, booze and his car even though it looks like shit but it sure as hell doesn't run like shit. The sound of the engine turning over and the rumble of it always makes something like pride bloom from within him but he also acknowledges that he's a wreck so the pride only lasts as long as it takes for him to reach for a bottle and then it gets replaced by shame and guilt and the difficulty of staying alive in a world that demands too much and not enough of him.
(This one-shot was written with the assumption that Hank left the DPD and became a mechanic instead because he can't stomach the job of a police officer anymore. The revolution still happened, Connor is still the same, except instead of the end-credit scene of the two of them meeting up at Chicken Feed, we get an aimless android.)