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"He killed himself?" You shook your head, sighing and did not stop your tapping. "Shame."

Connor didn't bother to correct you and how you address androids. He's tried to do it before months back but you never listen, so he just kept laying out to you on each case. About how the house of where AX400 and YK500 stayed, held another android, a WR600, who also had this obsession with the mysterious symbol. He then moved onto the deviant who hoarded pigeons within the apartment, the most gripping one with evidence Connor analyzed.

"This deviant, not only had this obsession with ra9, but also of these elaborate labyrinths." Your tapping paused for a moment but then continued, the ST200 coming into the room for a moment to hand you a bottled container, one of your many hard drives, and your laptop. It stayed to the side, by the door dutifully. "They were all over the walls of the apartment, each one appearing unique to the other. Those same labyrinths were found within its diary that was hidden in a hole of a wall, behind a poster. The diary is most likely encrypted due to the amount of details as well as various symbols within." Connor summarized, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

The evidence that each case brought up for ra9 were incomprehensible to him, not logical therefore unable to perfectly construct on who exactly ra9. Or what. All Connor has observed and concluded is that the deviant androids Class 4 Errors probably ran deeper than CyberLife could've predicted.

For it appears that machines are making up myths.

"What happened to this deviant? Did it terminate itself too? Oh, and drink this. It's thirium to help replace the blood you lost." You handed the bottled container to him that the ST200 gave you moments before, and he took it without question, sitting up from the bed and placing his feet on the ground. He unclasped the lid and took a few sips, and the taste felt much more potent and rich then other thirium he has ever tasted.

"This thirium has a unique taste to it compared to any other I've come across." Connor noted, looking at the liquid within the container critically as he scanned.

"Good job on catching it, Connor. And unique as in bad or good? I tried my best at not changing the original ingredients of Thirium 310, but a few had to be done so the circulation would be more," you grinned sheepishly, continuing to tap on the production machine by the bed in an off rhythm. "Well, enhancing. Since that's what it's gonna do for you. The other ingredients within this Thirium 310 will help your circulation flow much easier as well as equip you with more resilience, therefore, energy to do tasks such as chasing or fighting."

His wide eyes went towards you so fast and his brows went so far up Connor is sure the synthetic skin of his forehead had wrinkles, LED yellow.

"You, you made new thirium?"

Your grin widened. All Connor could do was stare at you, jaw slack.

This, this here proves it. He thought, his processors going in a sort of manic state within his head. His database showing him the multitude of ingredients of the scanned Thirium 310, but he must've hit a wall for he couldn't correctly grab the data. Your thirium. You made new blue blood. You are the perfect successor for Kamski. No. Even better. You are truly the best. It's impossible for others to think otherwise.

"Did you already test it out with another android? Or am I your first?"

You released a small chuckle, moving to sit next to him on the bed a few inches apart.