Useless (Gavin Reed x [Android] Reader)

One

The short pause that followed had to be taken: now the good lieutenant wasn't sure he wanted to know the final cost. "So a few weeks ago, when you spent all that fucking time at CyberLife, you were doing some unique custom shit?"

With the slight crooked smile on his face, the android nodded. "As I myself am a prototype, I knew what it was I wanted. I requested a one-on-one with someone who understood what I sought. So in the end, the prototype has designed another prototype. This is far beyond what the program offered, Hank; they used a model that was never meant to be booted up. They took many of those parts, altered and resized them, and the end result is a prototype with a singular mission."

More and more regret swam in Hank's skull, but he opened his mouth before he could stop himself. "What kind of model could they have had lying around if it wasn't supposed to wake up?"

It was Connor's turn to press his mouth thin. "My upgrade, an RK900. But as I am still functioning just fine, it was the CyberLife rep that suggested that model be used." As the vehicle finally pulled into the massive parking lot for an even more massive industry, the detective sat back. "The RK900 was male, just as I am, and much taller than I wanted for the one I was designing. But many of his algorithms and programs and instruments could be removed and installed into a smaller frame."

Heaving a sigh that held a thousand smaller sighs within, the human shut the engine off. "There's something you're not telling me. Now spit it out."

The smile reappeared on Connor's face, but Hank was fairly horrified to find a mischievous note in the gesture. "She is customized both inside and out, Hank. I was very careful in creating someone he might be willing to have around, but she is also prepared for him."

"I ain't so sure I like the sound of that."

"He is surly, bad-tempered, hot-headed, rash, loud, insulting, and a bully. He will be receiving an android that can respond to his temper in a manner he is not accustomed to. Most of us do not, as you would say, clap back. She will. Detective Reed may tolerate me due to time, and I see that our people as a whole do not aggravate him as much as before the Revolution. But having an android around him will likely bring out the worst in him; her abilities to counter his words and actions will hopefully get him to settle, or help him see us as living beings worthy of respect."

He was stunned, and he couldn't deny that. "So you built an android that's made to clap back at Gavin Reed?"

"Yes."

"You realize this is gonna fail, right?"

"Doubtful. She should be quick to react, just as I am, but she does not lack empathy. I've also kept notes about the sort of physical features he seems drawn to, and have requested some for the design, as well."

Silence for a short while. "... did you build him a partner or a fucking girlfriend?"

"That is up to him."

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The interior of the CyberLife facility was as pristine and blinding white as it had always been. Even after three years of androids being recognized as a people worthy of rights and respect, the company still had business to take care of. Those in charge no longer treated their androids as machines; employees were often trained to encourage people who purchased an android to help them gain their sentience.