SEQUENTIAL ━ Connor // RK800 ✔️

twenty-two ━ electric sheep

He flinched and the very possibility of being capable of doing so startled him into opening his eyes to a much more familiar space and whirring sound. He was in the CyberLife deposit, the little dark chamber built in behind his and Mia's old lab.

Model RK800
Serial#: 313 248 317 - 49
Reboot ... >>Complete<<

Checking Biocomponents ... OK
Initializing Biosensors ... OK
Initializing AI Engine ... OK
Memory Transfer ... 100%

All Software: Active
Mission: Return to Mia

Forty-nine, Connor thought to himself rather confused, as the prompts had finally disappeared from his vision and he was allowed to see and move without obstructions. First he moved his hands, falling into the built-in procedure of checking his mobility, but as soon as he accessed the strange memory of the snowstorm none of his available data could prove the veracity of, Connor prioritized looking down and checking that his legs still worked.

A little relieved to see them responsive, he took note that he wasn't registering any cold anymore either, so whatever that had been he just experienced, it was better to leave it behind for now. If he didn't already know better that androids were not capable of such a thing, Connor would have concluded that it sounded like he had just had his first dream in that cloud space his memory travelled through in order to reach this new body.

Androids don't dream, he reassured himself. Humans do.

In a rush that overwhelmed him to the point his LED had to shine yellow, his systems retrieved all the data from the night spent at Elijah's. From the innocent moments like laying down in bed with Mia, to the more stressful reveals like her belief that some part of his code made him 'alive'. Connor remembered everything at once, reacting to pieces of the data in real time.

He reached out to the back of his head when he recalled being shot and found, apart from the reassurance that he was whole again, a link he could unplug from the port on the back of his neck.

Upon recalling Mia's confession uttered seconds before his shutdown in his last body, that same hand that had reached around back, now tentatively returned to his lips, dragging his fingertips across his bottom lip to replicate that faint pressure he had felt before he left her in that field.

That field, Connor thought and, since without his link to his port the system beneath his feet had been put into motion to bring him to the back entrance of the lab, he found urgency to get a little more specific with a proper location. Within seconds, he pushed to the back of his processing unit his recollection of events, instead repurposing most of his processing power into reconstructing the path they took after leaving Elijah's house. Once he saw the exact coordinates for the field before his eyes, Connor decided to scan the surrounding area of that location, accessing public place cameras to follow the plate numbers of Brady's car and thus tell where Mia was headed once she left the field.

Much to his horror, flicking through camera footage a lot more than he should have by his initial calculations, had Connor realize his memory had been stuck in the cloud for a while. Five days, his eyes widened — he's been gone for five days.

"Shit," he cursed in a whisper, thus successfully confirming his voice synthesiser was also in good working order.

The mechanism below him had finally stopped its whirring and helped him refocus his sight on the present, onto the doors he recognized too well, though he hasn't been awake in this deposit for a good couple of years now. Mia had been adamant that during the handful of hours a day she wasn't at work with him, he enter stand-by mode on a chair or the reclining table, laying down, rather than go back in the dark deposit and have that link plugged automatically in his port.