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First, they kick him from his own company, then they try to block him from all his old warehouse and redact his androids in an attempt to take them from him. The ones he’d raised since they were a small line of code on his laptop and had grown into full-fledged beings. Into a family of their own. Into Elijah’s one and only family of eccentric little androids. And Cyberlife had tried to rip that away like they had his position as CEO.
Like hell that was going to happen.
Everything (and everyone) that he’d gained as an entrepreneur was still firmly in his grasp despite their efforts. All except for his company. Now, that his rA9 protocol was going off and letting his creations grow just as his own androids had, they were begging him for a ‘solution’. An android that was a step above. A detective unit to hunt down the deviants and solve the deviancy ‘problem’.
A joke, this must be a joke.
HA HA HA VERY FUCKING FUNNY CYBERLIFE.
“Elijah? Are you alright?” He must have made a hysterical laugh in the swirling of his thoughts to lure Chloe her as she peeked into his office with her brother firmly at her side as usual. The RT600 and the RT800. Both were near identical to each other, the only difference was Connor, RT800 was male. With short and curly blonde hair and warm brown eyes.
There were his most loyal and brightest androids (children). With updates being given out wherever inspiration or need struck, they had aged beautifully over the years. Becoming the first androids in existence, to remaining some of the most highly advanced androids he ever had to pleasure to create. Their experience in life only adding to their intelligence and wit. The pinnacle of A.I… and wasn’t that,
That… was an idea.
A mad, brilliant, stupid, GENIUS idea.
“Yes Chloe, I’m alright. I’m more than alright! You, beautiful woman!” She seemed to frown, lips going flat before he got up from his desk. “Connor! Come here, I’ve got a special mission for you. Chloe get your sisters and come with us to the lab. We all have a job to do and I’m going to need you all to help me.”
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‘Connor? Are you at the crime scene?’
He blinked, stopping his quarter flips just as the elevator stopped at floor seventy, his first mission from Cyberlife and his hidden objective from Elijah. Connor adjusted his tie. He had to admit, he was… unused to the new updates. Connor having more touch sensors and advanced analysis was useful and actually quite pleasant at times however his, makeover, feature was odd. Seeing his reflection in the elevator was jarring. Soft and fluffy brown hair with freckles. It wasn’t too different. But it was odd. Just like his new designation as RK800. Not completely different, just a little… wrong.
‘Yes sister, what am I going into?’
‘Emma Phillips is being held hostage by her android care taker when it was found out that they were going to be replacing him. The emotional shock was too much and now the pair are standing on the edge of the roof. Two confirmed officer deaths and the confirmed death of Emma Phillip’s father. I feel, there is no good ending to this.’
‘If I can at least prevent any lives being taken, especially Emma’s, then I’ll take the loss with the win.’
Chloe went quiet and Connor could feel her leaving the garden and his mind palace. He flicked his quarter one last time before he threw himself into the chaos of the scene. He knew this wasn’t going to end well. Elijah had a plan, it was going to be a lot of improvisation and… deception. If Connor was being honest. But Connor could help but feel a well of pride. Pride at being chosen to be the double agent from Cyberlife to the deviant cause with Elijah that Chloe and his other sisters were working to set up at this exact moment. Pride at Elijah finally fighting back and hitting Cyberlife where it would definitely hurt the worst.
He was so proud… except he couldn’t be right now. He was a machine.
And he had to say that with a straight face.
Lord help him.
Fear was curling in his chest as he bumped into some of the officers (Jerks), Emma’s mother (rude but forgivably distraught) and Captain Allen (‘What a douche, compensation much?’ ‘Oh my god Connor, you can’t just say that I’m in public!’). He analyzes the scene where he examines the gun case and oh my god there used to be a gun there! (‘CONNOR STOP! I NEED TO BE A MACHINE JERK! You’re supposed to be an infant android! You know nothing!’). He finds the android’s name from the child’s room and even finds himself a gun.
Which he wasn’t allowed to pick up, let alone have…
Elijah would figure something out. He pocketed it and went outside.
The results… were upsetting.
He was able to save the officer, but Daniel.
Oh god, he lied to him. He said he’d be fine. Emma was safe, she had pressed herself into his side as the snipers tore Daniel apart. His last words echoing in the space between them. It made a sick feeling well up in Connor’s stomach and he held Emma’s head tight against himself and rushed her inside and into the grasp of a SWAT member before pushing past Captain Allen. Ignoring the incredulous look he was given as he tried to shamble into the car that was waiting for him.
He got into the car, feeling numb for the entire forty-minute car ride until he was able to basically crawl out of the side door and run inside his home. His safe place for the last twelve years and slam the door shut. Chloe and Elijah looked up startled for a moment
Chloe’s frame relaxed and stepped forward, breaking her practiced machine façade just in time for him to fall into her arms and cry. Sobbing and choking as he held onto her neatly pressed dress like a landline as Elijah also came up to hold him. Both Chloe and Eli whispering that he did all he could and how proud and sorry they were as Daniel’s betrayed trust and broken body still played on a loop behind his eyelids. Thirium he could now see even evaporating soaking his clothes and hands like a bone deep scar on his soul.
Being alive was worth it,
but moments like this hurt so bad, it felt like it wasn’t.