Useless (Gavin Reed x [Android] Reader)

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(We all know how this goes. Female reader- with a mechanical twist- and seriously Mature themes.

I mean, Gavin is an ass, and he's gonna be that way for awhile. There may be trigger warnings, I'll make sure to put them at the top when needed. Original art for the cover is not mine, either.

I wanted to give him the spotlight since I really like how he turned out in Comfort Zone. Even if the reader is the thing he can't stand, lmao. ♡♡♡)

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"He's never going to know."

"He's gonna fucking know."

"He'll never know."

The pair bickered the entire way, though there was no venom in their words. Hank just thought the kid had spent way too much effort and money on what they were about to retrieve. Grip on the steering wheel tightening by a fraction, his mouth was thin and pulled aside, mostly hidden beneath his beard. "I get why you're doing this, okay? I really do. Make it as easy as possible on him. But you and I both know damn well that poor thing is gonna be scrap metal and spare parts in 24 hours."

Connor shook his head, the LED flickering yellow. "Hank, he won't. I have put a considerable amount of thought into this, and I believe that this will be far more effective."

There were some quiet noises of disagreement. "... exactly how much money did you spend?"

Sensing a delicate subject, the prototype weighed his options. "The base model package itself is $8,500." His partner sighed and waved a hand so the android would continue. "There are varying levels of additional options, which in turn raise the price significantly."

"Numbers, Con. Not vague blanket statements."

"The package offering the widest range of options costs an additional $14,500." The detective was abruptly jerked forward a touch as the brakes were slammed to the floorboards. Connor was wearing his seatbelt, of course, so he didn't move much and didn't have a hair out of place. "You wanted numbers, Hank."

"Those are too many goddamn numbers for one android, Connor!" Good thing they weren't on a main road; the sudden stop would have surely started a fender bender marathon. "I get that advanced ones are expensive but Jesus fucking Christ!!"

There was a hardened edge to the RK800's gaze. "How much do you think I would cost you?"

Letting his car resume the trip again, the human grumbled. "My energy, my sanity, my patience..."

"Numbers."

"I don't fucking know."

Dark eyes cast aside, gazing at the road in front of them. "I am a specialty prototype with software and installations that would not be offered under other circumstances. Which is why CyberLife sent me directly to DPD." Connor's voice fell to a softer volume. "Roughly $350,000, Hank."

"YOU COULD BUY A GODDAMN HOUSE WITH YOUR ASS!"

"Not in this economy, but yes. I was never made with the intention to streamline my model's production. I was given one mission, and there is only one of me as far as I am aware. Most of the other versions of me have been destroyed. Being unique raises my price tag, and the same applies to this."