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The both of you rarely get to leave for fun, you're always stuck working on your tasks given to you by CyberLife while Connor is doing his best on searching for deviants. He's solved five so far, always fast and a quick thinker. You would miss him during those times, the work you've been given are certainly not lighthearted. But you do not wish to work in front of him.

There's just some things that he's not ready for yet. Not now.

"Indeed. But it's such a shame that Kamski left, he would've surely known how to solve these small mishaps."

"Are we talking about the same man? Kamski was too weak. Too. . . adventurous about these androids. He didn't want to see that we are the creators and they're simply machines used for our own benefit. Kamski also quit only a year after his role model's death. He doesn't have the strength for this company."

Then again, Connor does not know the true meaning behind their outings. The outings that can make you grin easily or joke in amusement at him due to his somewhat nosy nature and his quirk of having to fix his tie or play with his coin. "To be able to focus and analyze my surroundings and environment for future reference," he'd say, although those reasons were for before and after missions, you kept your observations to yourself.

Hopefully he'll know how to smile like that for himself.

"We're lucky then, that we have his successor with us to solve all these problems."

Faces you can care less about with minds as empty and brainless turned towards you. You blinked your calculating eyes, surveying the room with pressed lips. Erasing all possible evidence of your thoughts.

"Ah. Good. All of you finally decided to stop your useless information that all of us are already aware of." You commented, unimpressed nor caring for their flinches."Now, are we going to focus on the actual intention of this meeting? I've got work to do."

One of the company directors, in charge of designing, nervously smiled. "Yes, of course. Our apologies. That RK800 has done well hasn't it? Been solving cases since it was fully functional, Doctor (Y/N). Might be your best yet."

Your narrowed eyes scrutinized him, making him slightly go into more of his seat. Only to have this needless hope that your coldness won't reach him there. You blinked carefully, putting your hands down to show your pasted smile.

"Yes, thank you. All has been well with it." You almost slipped the word 'him', so used to it. He's a he. Not an it. "It's past missions have been successful and no hint of failure has been shown."

The director for biocomponents, gave you a pleased hum, a thin smile on her face. "Truly a wonderful model, fast and strong like you stated it would be. Tell me, you've been observing it as it accomplishes it's missions, yes? You're able to observe with that special recording chip you placed in its eyes."

You nodded in confirmation, waiting for her to continue. She quickly did, her fake smile widening causing her cheeks to crease in protest.

"That must be so much work. Terrible for your eyes, you should get as much as you can get. We don't want our best to fall over all of sudden due exhaustion." Her eyes closed. "It would be terrible. Good thing with your little inputs that we have found a solution to your problem."

You bit back a nasty retort, instead only swallowing a lump in your throat only to fail.

"The AM Suite program," the director of security spoke up, his eyes ever so serious and detached, " truly a wonderful replacement and perfect for the job of recording RK800's progress and reports. Who's more perfect making sure everything is in accordance to plan then Amanda herself, Kamski's number one role model and who taught him everything he knew."