Chapter Text
“Model 313 248 317 -51.”
Connor’s motion came to a halt when he heard that voice, your dry voice. Your tone was dangerously monotonous, similar to how it used to be when you were first given your shared mission.
He turned sluggishly only to see you standing with the blankest of stares, face relaxed yet unsettling. “___?” he called back.
The distance between the two of you was 7.54 feet and you didn’t move a limb closer. There was slight movement in your clothes and hair as the wind blew past you but that external cause aside, you remained perfectly still.
“You were compromised.” You started and he instantly wondered if what he was feeling would classify as ‘panic’. You were a machine, just like he used to be until not that long ago.
You were a prototype, an experiment of sorts. While you weren’t necessarily built to be a detective but more of a combat android, Cyberlife still considered you to be a compatible ‘partner’ to assist him and thus, together you became an unstoppable force set to end deviancy.
While he struggled from the beginning with his programing with system instabilities poking his vision every time he spoke, you certainly did not. You were a machine to the very core, every decision you made was only in favor of your mission. It wasn’t something he took issue with, in the start. Since he too wanted to complete the same task you had, but it grew to irritate him.
You were a cold executer, an emotionless assassin. He saw you kill deviants, he felt sick when he saw the two tracis fall with bullets piercing their skulls. He felt the same when you shot the android he connected to on the tower, albite the experience was far more terrifying than the previous one. He remembered your LED matching his own when he connected to you, a dim red.
You didn’t begin to crack until the latter half of your investigation.
He didn’t confront you back then, he didn’t say anything about how shaken you looked when he told you how scared he was. He didn’t say anything when you didn’t shoot the Chloe at Kamski’s place when he refused to.
You began to show empathy, and that did not please you at all. You immediately went back to Cyberlife to be tested, he didn’t. And he did not see you since then, until now.
You too thought you were just a machine, but machines could be set free. If he could-
“My instructions are to terminate you.” You interrupted his thoughts; your body didn’t exactly follow your words as you still did not move. Connor blinked a few times while he processed your statement.
Cyberlife was aware of his betrayal, and they sent you to dispose of him, like he was nothing to them, as if he didn’t feel the burden of the world on his shoulder while he tried to be their perfect puppet.
“You don’t have to do this.” He muttered as he looked around and considered the best approach.
Androids weren’t permitted to carry weapons, so you most likely did not have anything on you. However, while he was an advanced model his strength was lacking in comparison to your model, confrontation should be avoided.
“You shouldn’t have gone to Jericho without me, Connor.” You finally said with a grim voice and he paused his observation.
“Why?” He asked and you closed your eyes, “Their leader turned you into one of them. How could you become another filthy deviant?” you hissed, showing another emotion, hurt. Hurt caused by his betrayal.
“Cyberlife was just using me, using us.” He hissed back.
“We were made to be used; we are machines.” You stepped closer, “Amanda told me you listened to that faulty thing, she said you were going to the tower to corrupt the androids stored there.”
Connor backed off and readied himself for whatever you were planning to do. “I don’t want to harm you, come with me and we can fix you.” Your LED was yellow, and your stress level was at 30%.
“We are more than what they say.” He started and he saw your face twist in annoyance, “Listen to me,” He pleaded, and you reluctantly stopped. “I saw your face that day, I felt us share the same fear when we connected.”
STRESS LEVEL: 35%
“You didn’t shoot Chloe either.”
STRESS LEVEL: 37%
He hesitantly took a step towards you. You, on the other hand, looked around in doubt, “Did Cyberlife reset you?”
You shook his head “… I didn’t go.”
“Why?” he interrogated. “I don’t know, alright?” You burst.
STRESS LEVEL: 50%
“You are not authorized to question me. Either come with me now or I will be forced to shut you down.” You warned and took out your gun. Shit.
“I won’t hesitate to shoot.” You said, the quiver in your voice eased things for him, he moved closer and you stood still. “I know you are scared of them,” He raised his hands in the air and got even closer.
STRESS LEVEL: 56%
“I know, I was scared too. But you don’t have to be afraid, you don’t have to obey them.” Your hands shook and so did the gun, Your LED turned red as your lip quivered.
“M-my orders-”
“Your orders were to kill me. You could have ended me easily from the start, ___”
STRESS LEVEL: 60%
Your gun touched his chest and he saw you close your eyes. “You just need to break through the wall. Everything will be alright.” He reassured you.
“I can’t, I can’t become like them, I can’t become deviant.” You whimpered and he could see your finger going back and forth between the trigger and the grip. “Connor, I don’t want to do this, please go.” You begged.
STRESS LEVEL: 75%
Instead of doing the rational action that his processing center screamed at him to do, he wrapped his arms around you and just stood there. He couldn’t feel you in the true sense of the word, he just felt the light pressure of your body against his. You stood there, stiff and motionless.
Two minutes passed before he heard the thud of the gun when it hit the floor, your arms were now pressed against him. He heard a small sob escape your lips as you hid in the crook of his neck.
STRESS LEVEL: 15%
“I… am free.” You finally muttered after you calmed down. Your LED was yellow, and your statement seemed doubtful. “Yes.” He confirmed it for you.
“Shit.” You whispered, “I don’t have to obey anyone anymore?”
“No,” he affirmed, “You don’t.”
Your LED turned blue and for the first time he saw you smile, you never looked more beautiful to him. You held his hand and you connected, this time it wasn’t jarring but instead warm. You put your forehead against his and that part of your skin retracted into white plastic.
“This feels… weird.” You said and moved back; Connor was disappointed but understood, nonetheless. You just deviated, if this is anything like what he went through then you were probably too overwhelmed. “Connor?” You called, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Let’s go, we have a revolution to win.”