A Devious Humanity

Hijacked

A Rough Prologue:

This functions as an alternate timeline to my "Accident Prone: Becoming Human" series. Specifically taking place after chapter: "Something in the Air". This is a very different take in comparison to the original series, but it's a concept I've wanted to explore for some time and decided to finally go for it. You don't need to read the original series to necessarily understand what's going on, but it does help.

The O.C.'s of Dr. Joel Forest as the precinct's technician, Dr. Abby Grayson a lead facility technician/former E.M.S., and Lucas, 'RK-900'/New Jericho Tower the lead technician are all here.

A year after the Revolution succeeds Connor and Hank resumed their partnership as detectives in the Detroit Police Central Precinct. Connor had been taken in by Hank to create a small family of a father and his son, and Connor has made some notable progress in accepting his deviancy and understanding humanity.

However, this concept takes a new twist with a completely alternate route in Connor's growth as an individual and gives him an entirely different future to comprehend.

The interrogation room was frustratingly quiet as Hank attempted but failed to get their newly arrested suspect to talk. A string of computer viruses, trojans, worms, malware and spyware had been linked to this single computer technician courtesy of a reliable anonymous tip; and yet there wasn't enough hard evidence to hold the man for more than twenty-four hours. Unless the arrested and very suspicious man offered up a confession, or at the very least slipped up and gave the police probable cause to search his apartment, he would go free. Unfortunately for the skilled and seasoned senior detective, the suspect was readily exercising his right to remain silent.

It was a battle of wills between the seasoned Lieutenant and the suspect. Whether or not Hank would win through patience and perseverance or lose from the man running out the clock was a conclusion that no one could accurately predict.

"According to your personnel file from CyberLife," Hank pressed firmly as he slipped the digital screen toward the suspect with a casual push of his and. He was sitting on the opposite side of the small table from the arrested man and refused to blink. "you were one of their top programmers. It also says you had problems with authority. You were suspended twice for arguing with your supervisor and it looks like that same supervisor is why you've been spending your free time in the unemployment line long before the Revolution shut down CyberLife."

The suspect, Stanley Fordon, just stared with his hollow gray eyes and a blank face as he remained completely silent. Fordon was a former CyberLife technician with great skill in computer programming and development, and seemingly lacked a heart or a conscience.

"You did a pretty good job at covering your tracks but give us a few minutes. We'll find your dirty little handprints all over these programs and you'll spend at least twenty years in prison. Why don't you go ahead and confess to make it easier on everyone, including yourself?" Unimpressed with Fordon's cold facade Hank continued to press for the man to answer his questions. "Fuck, cooperate and we can reduce your sentence to ten years and with the possibility of parole."

Fordon remained irritatingly silent from where he sat as he continued to stare at Hank with an unblinking gaze.

"I can sit here all day, Stanley. I have nothing else to do. Hell, if I get bored enough, I'll go get some coffee and my partner will babysit your sorry ass. Just so you know, my partner asks way more questions than I do, and he has an interesting way to get people to answer."

"...Your partner," Fordon finally sneered as he stared through Hank with a frighteningly empty gaze. "is a piece of plastic imitating life."

"I'd rather deal with a piece of plastic like him than a piece of shit like you." Hank expertly countered. "It's funny how life works out, huh?"