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You sighed and turned towards your workshop to continue working on the Connor series many biocompenents and thirium pump regulators.

"Fine, fine, you win Connor. Happy?"

"I wasn't aware we were holding a competition or game in the first place. Nonetheless, I'm sorry if your loss saddens you." He replied quickly, not missing a beat.

You smiled to yourself at his answer, he still has a lot to learn. But it's alright. You'll help him along the way, at least before— your smile fell from your lips, pausing in your movements of assembling a biocomponent. Before CyberLife releases him to the wolves once more for deviancy cases, which won't take long for another to come forth. You've noticed yourself that more and more deviant androids have been appearing, mostly about ones going missing. CyberLife did not care about the handful of androids suddenly gaining the ability to feel, but it's steadily increasing. . . you keep your thoughts on why to yourself, knowing the answer is due to those who have red blood pumping their veins yet act like monsters.

He has to be ready. You clenched your hand around the biocomponent, biting your lip. He has to.

"Doctor (Y/N)?" Connor took you out of your dark thoughts, causing you to turn your head at him although there was no need since he came up next to you. At your look, he continued. "You never truly answered my question, you used the word 'die' when I'm not even alive. You created me with metal and thirium, I don't have a heart that beats. Nor can I ever truly be vanquished like the normal human can. I can come back, like I did with your valuable assistance." He picked up a biocomponent, #8456w, showing it to you as if that could assist you, like you don't know what's he's saying already. Like you're a child in need of visual aid.

"I'm a machine. Easily replaceable. You can make another one quickly with your extraordinary work ethic and your insistence to not get needed sleep for your baggy eyes—"

"Hey!"

"So you should be able to not put too much emotional attachment towards me," he pointedly ignored your yell of protest. "So, why?"

A few moments of silence passed, you gazing deeply towards Connor with him doing the same with those always furrowed brows.

He tries so hard, you thought in a mix of pride and somberness. Connor, if only you knew.

You grabbed the biocomponent from his hand, placing it down towards the table before grabbing his hand with your own. You placed his hand, splayed across his chest and you held it there, looking up at him pointedly. He looked down, gazing at their hands that held different colors underneath their skin, then peered down at you. LED light processing yellow.

"What do you feel?" You said, pressing his hand further into his chest. "Inside. What do you sense?"

Connor looked down, then closed his eyes. LED still processing yellow. "I feel, I feel my pump regulator."

You released a small smile, looking at him softly.

"Yes, good Connor. What is it doing? What do you feel that's it's doing?"

"It's..." he opened his eyes, soft earth looking at you as he frowned. LED back to a dark blue. "It's pumping. It pumps thirium throughout my body. I don't understand."

So lost, Connor.

You weren't looking at him anymore, but at their hands. They appear the same, you rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand, they feel the same. Others do not see what you see.

Your (e/c) eyes, always so focused and yet so free, examined two different hands together. You imagined another world, saw another world where touches between android and human were kind and gentle. Of peace and unity.

You imagined. But it is not so, for this isn't that world.

"It beats, Connor." You corrected in the softest of whispers. "Your chest beats. Like mine."

You flicked your eyes towards his, and like you thought, his expression was one contorted into that innocent confusion. One that you always wish to assist to erase from his face. For it to stop and actually make those wide childlike eyes understand, to see.

"Thats why I want you to promise me, please Connor." You continued, pleading. " For me. Avoid death at all costs. Accomplish missions without you sacrificing your life."

"I-I don't understand, Doctor (Y/N)." He stepped back, LED yellow, as you put your hand back to your side.  "A heart beats. I don't have one. I cannot promise you that wish, but I-I will do my best."

You looked at him, then turned towards your equipment. Face hidden.

"Right. Thank you. Maybe one day then." You swiped your face and your hair in one motion, and breathed deeply. "Alright, come on Connor. Help me with a few of these. Tomorrow we'll go in an outing." You picked up a random biocomponent and began tinkering with it, distracting yourself.

You ignored eyes burning at the side of your face, and Connor said nothing else about your odd behavior. Only releasing his tie and giving it to you. You blinked and took it, looking towards him as he examined the many pieces that were within him at this moment, LED a calm blue.

"Your ducts were releasing water. I'm not a caretaker or an AX400, but I hope that will do in comforting you."

You glanced back down towards the tie, and you released a secret smile.

Not all is lost within you then, Connor.

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This will be a short story. Filled with angst. My own take at ra9 since I couldn't find enough evidence yet for it in videos, as well as many other things.

I hope you guys enjoy. This story will be at the most...6 or 8 chapters.

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