WARNING: SUPER Out Of Character (OOC) Characters! Proceed with caution. JK. (I wrote this for myself...)
[Detroit: I Am Human - Chapter One - The Rogue]
"Hang on son, hang on, hang on! We're gonna save you..."
DATE
June 18, 2039
TIME
PM 10:46:03
7 months. 7 long months have quickly passed since Markus' protest. 7 months since the androids have been set free. 7 months of independence. And most importantly -
"Hey, Connor! Com'ere!"
- 7 months since Connor's realization that his investigative partner was his father figure. Sure, it took a long time to figure out (he was stuck and terribly confused) and also a lot of convincing and comments of androids around them - but Connor is quite sure that 'father figure' were the perfect words to describe his situation.
"Coming, Lieutenant!"
But he wasn't going to tell Hank that.
Hank was wearing headphones as he swiveled in his chair - a quite unusual sight since the rally. A memory pops up in Connor's head when he sees 'Knights of The Black Death' on the phone screen.
"What is it Lieutenant?"
"Oh, you're here," Hank mumbled, taking off his headphones, "Have you seen the news lately?" Connor tilted his head. He hasn't checked yet. Nothing seemed to be noteworthy in the news and he scheduled such things to update every hour. His LED flashee yellow as he downloaded the information.
"Is this about the rogue from Capitol Park?"
Hank gave the usual shaky nod as he turned to his computer screen. Connor looked over as Hank pulled up the case files. A huff from the Lieutenant didn't escape Connor's hearing.
"There ya go,"
Rogue. Since the revolution, the deviants are now simply called androids. They have been considered people of their own. And of course, like all cases before them, they had to face discrimination. Many people believed in their cause, many people supported their fight, some people just didn't care or just went with the flow, but some still believed that androids were... well, to put it lightly, unacceptable.
Since the revolution, the term 'deviant' is no longer used. They do not deviate from their programming, they simply have their own free will - a mind of their own. And with free will, androids have chosen to walk the same path as humans - some choosing to go with a life of crime. They were referred to as 'rogues' instead of 'deviants'. As if the word deviant was any different back then.
"Hank! Connor! In my office, NOW!"
An elicited groan escaped Hank. Connor and Hank have grown quite close over the months, and even though Hank has regained a slight increase in cases, it didn't mean he also had obtained the willingness to be involved in them. Except for that one time that Connor was supposed to go alone - huh, now that he thinks of it, Hank was so much more willing to go when Connor's involved.
Hank grumbled as he grumpily got up his chair. It felt like he was dragging himself (and Connor) up the damn stairs of the elevated office (what's so special about it anyway?).
"What do you want?" He made sure to drag the last syllable (like a teenager) as he entered the office, Connor following closely behind him.
Fowler frowned. "You know what I want."
Hank gave a shrug.
"The rogue case."
"What about it?" Fowler clearly isn't impressed.
"Oh come on!" Hank whined. "An android case again? Why do you keep putting me up with this?"
Fowler chose to not entertain the question.
Hank chose to fight. He slammed on the desk.
"Jeffrey!"
The man stood up and stared at him dead in the eye, their faces inches apart (5.1 inches actually - courtesy of Connor).
"We've been through this Hank, and I don't want to do it again. Badge or case, take your pick." And they stayed like that for a few more seconds - neither choosing to back down until Folwer thought it was enough. He tiredly closed his eyes and sunk in his chair - choosing to submerge himself into his work than his old friend.
"I'm sending the case files to your computer right now. Get to it now, Hank,"
Hank leaned back in defeat. "Alright, alright," he mumbled, "We're taking the case, happy now?"
"Yes, now get out of my office."
JEFFREY:
Hank sighed before standing. He bit his lip at the sight of Jeffrey. Jeffrey was so determined to put him on every android case they've got. Sure, it was fun to have Con-- when he had a partner-slash-friend around, but Jeffrey keeps so intent on making him a part of the team.
"Come on Connor,"
In contrast to Hank's angry exit, Connor quietly left the room.
Hank sunk in his seat and face palmed. He groaned. Loudly. Very loudly. He placed his head on table and look at Connor with an odd frown.
Connor just stared at him.
Hank turned the other way.
Connor was confused.
After deciding that just standing there was unproductive, Connor slid unto his chair in the desk across Hank's to look at the case files. The desk across Hank's was now his designated spot. He would sit there (occasionally on the desk) to play with his coin or sometimes just think. It was usually about emotions (it just felt weird) or recent rogue cases. Connor smiled at the familiarity of the situation.
"What are you smiling at?" Hank scrunched up his nose as he slouched over his computer.
"Nothing." Connor's voice had that childishness to it.
"Huh," Hank grumbled and returned to the screen. Hank changed a bit since the rally. Even though he wasn't very willing or happy to take up cases, he no longer needs to be dragged around so much just to do his work.
"Hey Connor,"
"Hmm?"
"... Nevermind."
"Okay, Lieutenant." Connor responded, albeit a little too cheerfully.
Hank slightly flinched at the word. Why? Connor furrowed his brow. Did he not like being referred to as such? He never expressed that before. He didn't understand it and it bothered him.
He opened his mouth to speak - "Lieu-"
His LED flashed yellow and a report came in.
"Lieutenant, a report just came in. A rogue just shot 5 people Capitol Park," he paused, LED blinking. "It's still shooting!"
Hank shot up from his seat. "Connor, get in the car." They were gone before they knew it.
DATE
JUNE 18, 2039
TIME
AM 10:57:32
They arrived at the scene just as a bullet hit a cop a couple of feet away from them. People crouched and shivered in fear on the ground, the bodies of innocent lay along side them. A scan of the area told Connor that there were 8 civilians and 3 police officers in the mix, one of them being the 1st responder - a total of 12 bodies. 13, if he leaves the cop alone.
"Look out!" A bullet-- Hank shoved him behind a wall.
"Damn, it got me." Hank muttered as he nursed his arm.
"Lieu-"
"Nah, I'm fine. It's a graze. Don't worry about it." Hank huffed, bitting his lip. "What's the situation?"
He analyzed the situation, gears whirring as he thinks of what to make of it.
"Oooh, would you look at that! The famous deviant hunter, it's Connor!" Connor identified the voice as male. He picked up a slight malfuct and very machine-esque in the sound. An outdated 1st to 2nd generation rogue android.
He tried reaching for his gun - Connor flinched as another gunshot rung. A bullet chipped the spot right next to his head.
"Don't play games with me Connor! I see you!"
Connor furrowed his brows. People weren't leaving.
Why? Sure, they could be caught but--
Helicopters whirred above them, shaking the leaves free from their branches. News helicopters wandered around covering the situation. Connor hissed. A bad call. This android was synced to the news. And it seemed that it was all this android wanted.
"Ah finally, there we are. And we are LIVE people!" It spoke in a deranged voice. It raised a brow.
"Oooh, there you are, come out Connor!" The android sounded like it was smirking. "Or I'll shoot this girl right here - right now!"
SELECTING PRIORITY:
Hank slowly stood up and was about to test his luck - Connor dragged him and he crashed to the wall with his bad arm. A bullet missed Hank. That's all that was important. He ignored the curses on his way.
"Don't shoot blindly Lieutenant," Connor whispered, voice laced with concern. "He has bombs strapped all over him. And there are other rogues in the mix," He paused, "There are 20 andriods here with a gun... pointed at the civilians." He looked with worry in his eyes. "We're outnumbered Lieutenant."
"Call for-"
Connor's LED flashed yellow. "I already called for back-up. Estimated time of arrival is 10 minutes." He bit his lip.
"Ten minutes? We don't have that much time!"
Connor clearly debated the situation. He can't take that risk with a child's life at stake.
(He stood up.)
[X] REASON
"What do you want? Why are you doing this?" Connor spoke slowly, advancing carefully.
The android closed its eyes, and thought for a moment. Connor used the time to scan it's face. Blonde hair parted left and combed to the side, grey eyes - An PL-600 - with a modified 2nd generation voice box. Connor almost had to have double take.
(This can't be him right?)
Beneath his trench coat was an advanced radioactive bomb, and the controller he held on his other hand is too dangerous to set off.
(Surely there were other androids named Daniel.)
The rogue shot at their feet.
"We've been through this before, Connor. I'm not falling for any of that."
"You think this is freedom?" He sneered. "No, no, no, Connor, this is an armistice. A temporary ceasefire." He aimed the gun at their heads.
"You think just because they told us we're free it means we are free?" Its face twisted and distorted into horrible expressions of pain and a thin line that bordered anger and insanity. He shot towards the sky.
"Listen up!"
"There is no way that humans and androids can ever be treated equally! There is only one way to settle this. Humans must pay for what they've done!"
"Wow, looks like someone's late for the revolution. Last time I checked it ended 7 months ago."
The rogue's eyes burned itself into Connor.
"Especially you, Connor."
"Daniel, calm down. I'm-" not going to hurt you- "There's no need for violence."
"You tricked me, Connor! You told me you weren't going to hurt me!"
"It wasn't me, Daniel,"
"Quiet!" He shoved the gun towards the girls temple. The same way it had been last time. "No... No more tricks. No lies. I know what I know." He trained the gun to Hank and held up the bomb controller.
ETA: -00:02:12
- DISABLE BOMB
- PROTECT CIVILIANS
- PROTECT HANK
- APPREHEND ROGUE
2 more minutes. That's either how long he'll have to hold out or how long he has left to find a way out of the situation. He can't talk to Daniel that's for sure. He can't talk his way out of it this time.
"What's it gonna be Connor? Either way, it's a lose-lose. I have already performed my protest." He pointed at the destruction that was once Capitol Park. "Another one will take my place Connor. Who do you choose to 'save'? These humans, that human, or me?"
"I'll give you 10, Connor."
"Connor. No."
"1..."
[A] CHARGE
[LI] PROTECT HANK
[O] SHOOT CONTROLLER
[X] SHOOT DANIEL
"2..."
He might not make it in time if he charges. He can't kill Daniel. He can't risk the bomb exploding. He can't risk losing Hank.
"Connor!"
"3..."
ETA: -00:01:42
[A] DLZVD7E BCWB
[LI] PPC7FOT CP17IA5S
[O] PROTECT HANK
[X] APPREHEND ROGUE
(Co-n-r, -on't d- a-yth-ng un-il we g-t th-re!)
"4..."
He has to choose now.
(Conn-r we're alm-st th-re!)
"5..."
[?] SACRIFICE SELF
"6..."
"I'm... sorry..." Hank. "If you want to have revenge on me, that's perfectly fine Daniel, I understand why. Do whatever you want, just please don't harm anyone else."
"Too late Connor, 7--"
"CONNOR, WAIT!--" BANG!
DATE
JUNE 18, 2039
TIME
PM 11:02:05
It all happened too fast. Too fast that no one can even remember how it happened.
(No one except Lieutenant Hank Anderson.)
It was all too quick. So quick that it breaks his heart every time he thinks of it.
"CONNOR, WAIT!"
Connor charged at Daniel. It wasn't good choice. And Connor knew it fully well. He had to catch him off guard. He didn't mean to hurt anyone not even an android. He rushed towards Daniel and he was so close - he was so close - he was only a feet away-- BANG!
DIAGN--
No time for that. He slid and tried to offbalance him by swiping his legs.
Daniel evaded it.
Punch. Kick torso.
DIA--
Legs. Grab arm. Dislocate. Grab-other-arm. Grab-controller.
DIAGN--
A-kick-in-the-torso. A-knock-in-the-head.An-upper-cut. A-smash-in-the-back.Grab-power-source. Deactivate.
"Connor!"
(...Hank?)
(Why is everything red?)
DIAGNOSIS:
BIOCOMPONENT #8456w
MISSING
VITAL SYSTEM:
DAMAGED
TIME REMAINING BEFORE SHUTDOWN:
-00:01:35
Connor collapses on the ground. The bomb... where's... the controller... Hank... Is he safe? Was he... hit?
"Hank..."
Too many noises. It's too noisy. Was he going to die? What will happen to him? There's nothing. There's nothing for him.
"-Live from Capitol Park. The hostage situation seems to have had no casualties..."
"Hang on son, hang on, hang on! We're gonna save you..."
"I need help! Dammit, where do I-- Connor, stay with me Connor. Oh gosh, y-you're bleeding--"
TRANSFER MEMORY:
FAILED
"Everything's gonna be alright, I've got you."
"Da-"
[DATE]
June 19, 2039
[TIME]
PM 11:03:09
"What do you mean you don't have any parts for him?!?"
"He's a prototype, and Cyberlife has stopped producing androids and parts for his model are no longer produced. We'll do what we can to find anything suitable but I doubt we'll do any good."
Hank's heart sunk.
"We suggest that you go and find something else sir, you know, to replace it with."
Connor's thrium pump had been damaged, and he had been shot through the abdomen where the bullet destroyed other vital biocomponents. Hank couldn't listen anymore to the woman in grey clothes.
"He is not for replacement! Can't you just, transfer him to another model or something? He needs to live!"
"Sir, he is not alive. And I repeat, no other models are available for his kind!"
[DATE]
June 19, 2039
[TIME]
PM 11:11:09
He can't keep on arguing forever. Connor lay there in the cold metal table, waiting for his timer to run out. They managed to add just little more time by trying to fix the leak of thrium/blue blood, but he kept on bleeding. Hank stayed by Connor's side never letting go of his hand.
He needed a miracle.
He already lost his son once.
He's not going to lose another.
[DATE]
June 18, 2039
[TIME]
PM 11:11:11
And then,
"Sir, we found it!"
PLEASE READ: (Apology)
Hey there!
1. As I said, the characters are super OOC. I'm really sorry if it sucked and the characters weren't done any justice, I just really want this to get out of my head.
2. Sorry about the format. I can't/don't know how to make line breaks.
So, if you were ever interested on continuing, the next chapter is about Connor realizing that he isn't what he used to be... Please R and R!