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Once the Lieutenant got his food, Connor followed. Deciding to not comment on the exchange between the Lieutenant and the cook of the food truck. Seeing this as an opportunity to grow closer with his assigned partner, Connor asked him questions as he ate. Also giving him the same advice he gave you on eating certain things, unlike you though, the Lieutenant continued to eat despite Connor's mild look of disapproval. Then again, you're different from most humans.

The questions seem to be working, for he was opening up.

Connor tilted his head at him as he leaned his arms on the table.

"Is there anything you'd like to know about me?"

"Hell, no—" Anderson almost cut him off at the end of his sentence, with a tone like he was disgusted with the idea. "Well, yeah, um," He looked at him, putting his burger down for a moment as Connor waited patiently. "Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?"

Well then.

"CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration."

He remember you having told him once you actually needed a little assistance in designing his skin. Thankfully there were numerous talented artists and designers, and you accepted his appearance. "You were perfect", he remembers you saying.

Anderson nodded, but then shook his head.

"Well, they fucked up." He commented bluntly, getting back to his burger.

The uncaring answer made Connor's LED blink yellow for a moment, and his programs to stir. He couldn't hold back from opening his mouth, even though he felt like he should've.

"Impossible," he said defensively. "My creator has never made a mistake for CyberLife in her life. She's the best of the best since Kamski. She's even his successor."

"Woah, woah, calm down." Anderson raised his hands as he held his burger in one, brows up and with a smirk. "The best huh? Well what's this fancy creator of yours that got your metal balls in a twist name?"

"Doctor (Y/N)."

He frowned, putting his hands down to hold his burger in both hands. "Doctor (Y/N)? That's a weird last name. Don't think I've heard of her. . ."

"That's not her last name," Connor corrected, although his brows furrowed, his programming going haywire. "it's her first. And that's not possible. She has helped create numerous android models for the benefit of CyberLife as well as create new biocomponents, specifically for my model included."

"Huh. Weird. You call her by her first name?" Anderson's smirk came back, it seems he was mocking him. "That's a disrespectful thing to do to your mom. Why don't you say her last name and see if it rings a bell?" He asked, taking a bite at his burger and arching a brow at him.

Connor frowned.

"She's not my mother. She's my creator." Anderson only shrugged and replied on what's the difference. "And her last name is—"

There was a problem.

Connor doesn't know your last name.