The RK800 had luckily been smart enough to know that it should shut up in that fateful moment, which led to things going smoothly.
You had already arrived home and changed into a casual attire: crimson dress reaching just below your knees, topped with a small jacket and a button up shirt.
"I'm good to go, RK800." You announced, finding the android quietly sitting in your living room, just as unnaturally as before.
"According to my calculations, we should be arriving about 5 minutes before eight o'clock."
"That's actually perfect. Let's be on our way." You hurried out of your apartment, followed by the RK800, and turned around to lock the door behind you.
"Why did you call me Connor, assistant?"
That was a good question. "Ah, that...well, I needed to think of a name for you quickly, and I remembered reading an article about names and their meanings, so Connor just came to mind. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I mean, it's not here to stay regardless, since RK800 is what I'm supposed to be calling you."
"I don't have any preferences regarding names, fashion, or pastime activities. I am a machine, assistant."
"Of course. I...I forgot for a second. I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders as you led him outside the stairwell, onto the street.
The Android was silent for about half of the way back to the workshop, until it spoke up unexpectedly:
"What does it mean?"
"What does what mean?" You blinked in confusion.
"The name you gave me. You said you first read about it in an article about name meanings. What does 'Connor' mean?"
Oh. That was pretty stupid and embarrassing to say out loud. However, under the android's curious gaze, you couldn't resist telling the truth.
"It means dog lover, or sometimes wolf lover." You noticed the android tilt its head in confusion, its LED under the hat blinking yellow for a few solid seconds. "As in...someone that loves dogs, not a dog as a romantic interest."
"Yes, I figured." It readjusted its posture, then resumed following the street back to the workshop, with you trotting slightly behind it. Why the sudden hurry?
"Something wrong, RK-" You reminded yourself to not raise suspicion and retorted to its fake name. "Connor?"
"No." It furrowed its brows, stopping brusquely to think for a second. "But something tells me I have been called names other than RK800 before."
"Your old memories? Do you remember something?" That was- That would have been a scientific breakthrough! An already immensely intelligent machine, able to remember things even after the removal of its memory drive. Kamski would be deligh-
"No." It shook its head, stopping beside the entrance of your workshop. "I still can't access any of them, my old memory drive is missing. You of all people should be aware of that, assistant (l/n)."
"Of course. Sorry." Those 'names' could have been anything, ranging from pet names, to insults from fellow soldiers. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up.
The android opened the door for you, a smirk playing on the left corner of its lips. "If it makes you feel better, know that I can be called whatever you want to, assistant. Whether that is Connor or RK800. The choice is yours."
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"Give me your hat and your clothes, I'll take them back to Kamski's study. Put on the older ones."
It complied, handing you Kamski's clothes quicker than humanly possible, already putting on its old uniform.
You hurried into your boss' study, storing the clothes back inside the dressers you had found them in and placed the hat inside the closet, since your brain refused to remember its initial location. Ah well, Kamski surely wasn't that suspicious.
You returned to the main room, glancing at Connor, who was putting on the old uniform, buttoning up he ragged white shirt. And that's when you heard them: steps, fast and decisive, followed by the sound of a key inserted into a lock. Kamski.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You muttered under your breath, hurrying to help the RK800 finish buttoning up the shirt. You started from the top, while it was quickly taking care of the lower buttons.
The door opened with a creak.
"(Y/n), what are you doing with the Android?" Your heart had literally dropped.
"Mister Kamski, good morning, I-"
Elijah was surely smart enough to figure out things at this point, and you were on the safest way of losing your job. What were you going to do? Become a beggar? Sell your body for mone-
"Assistant (l/n) proposed sewing a new uniform for me and wanted to measure my proportions." The RK800 spoke up, softly grabbing your trembling hands and removing them from the buttons of its shirt.
Who knew androids had the ability to lie, expertly at that too?
"There's no need for that. Its proportions should be in my notebook." You had to think of something, and fast.
"I didn't want to snoop around in your things without permission, Elijah."
"Well, now you have permission to take the notebook. Go on."
"Thank you." You smiled, concealing your raging anxiety as well as humanly possible, although you could feel your boss' icy blue eyes staring right through you. Was he on the way of figuring out what you had just been doing minutes ago? It was a huge breach of the secrecy Kamski insisted on, after all.
You made your way inside Elijah's study, fetching the notebook while also trying your best to catch your breath.
"(L/n)!" Elijah called.
Good god, you had almost dropped the notebook straight back onto the table.
You hurried back inside the main room, finding Connor sitting on the table just the way he had last night, with the top of his head pried open, Kamski standing behind him, looking inside the Android's brain with a look you couldn't comprehend.
"Good job on its decryption feature. It's working seamlessly."
You let out a shaky breath of relief.
"Thank you, Elijah."
Kamski nodded, then closed the Android's skull back shut.
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WAR MACHINE ⊳ connor x readerFanfiction
❝Judging by the rest of its body, the RK800 has clearly been damaged by an explosion. And yet, the skull...looks intact, other than the missing memory drive.❞ ❝We're here to fix this war machine, not to play detectives.❞ [WW2 AU] In which you work a...