Memory File: Corrupted

Back on the Grind

We walked back to our desk and noticed the divider was replaced with a third desk. I placed myself between Connor and Hank knowing they'll still find ways to piss each other off. "Any cases," I asked. "It's homicide and we live in Detroit," Hank said as if it were obvious, "What do you think?" I shook my head smiling. "The fuck are you two doing here," Gavin's voice asked. I showed my new badge. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he fumed storming off. I motioned for us to go saying, "Ladies first." Connor looked confused. "Still doesn't get jokes," Hank asked. "It's a work in progress," I replied. We headed to Hank's car he brought us to the crime scene. Detroit Police Department was not yet synced to our processors so we had to get our information like the humans did.

We walked into the house and I noticed something familiar about the victims as we reached them in the living. "Murder suicide," Hank said.

Accessing memory file

"They'll be fine without me," Simon said. "I don't want to pull you away from them. It's rare that you find a family of all kind hearted humans," I replied. "They know what I'm doing. It's fine Alessa," he insisted.

"These were Simon's care takers," I muttered. "Simon," Hank asked. "One of Markus's friends he was the android on the roof of the broadcasting tower," I replied. I walked to the window and saw it was open. I looked to see a few vantage points. It could have been a murder planted as a murder suicide. They knew about Simon. Maybe they knew something about Cyberlife too. I walked back over to the crime scene. I analyzed the wounds. One bullet hole to the head. Nothing else. I walked over tot the wife and noticed she only had gunpowder residue in the deposit of one gunshot.

"Connor come take a look at this," I called. He walked over. "There should be more gunpowder on her hand," he noted. "Look how clean the bullet wounds and the ammo weren't even similar. The diameters of the bullet wounds are too large for the ammo this gun can hold," I pointed out and looked to Hank. "I don't think this was a murder suicide," I pointed out. I looked at her wound and it was the same as the man's dead center through her forehead. "Why would she shoot herself like this," I asked imitating how she would have to hold the gun to shoot center, "When most opt to shoot side of the head or under the chin?" Her arm is even placed sideways the kick back would send the gun here and her arm would be like this." I traced the trajectory and pointed and imitated where her arm would land.

I walked spotting something. A bullet hole in the wall. "This is where the deposit of gunpowder on her hands comes from. It's the only one that matches diameter for bullets the size of the gun's chamber," I pointed out. "Neither one is at an angle so the killer shot from across the street at this level," Connor added. "The building across from us is a hotel," I said looking across the street. "Want to go see who checked in," Hank asked. "But of course," I replied.

We made it to the hotel and showed our badges. "We need to inspect the rooms on the 14th floor. There was a homicide across the street and we have reason to believe the murder killed them from this hotel," Hank said. The woman nodded and gave us a master key. We walked up and I looked to the boys. "What if the suspect is still in the room," I realized. "The murder is fresh," Hank pointed out. "That would not be smart," Connor pointed out. "They may think there's no suspicion. I doubt it expected prototype law enforcement androids on the case," I noted. "Fair point," Connor replied. We drew our weapons as the first door we checked was locked and a noise came from inside. "Detroit Police! Open up," Connor warned banging on the door. We stepped aside and let Hank open the door. No one was to be seen. "Connor watch the door so they don't get out. Hank check the bathroom," I said and went towards the bed room.

I opened the door and ran a scan. Case of weapons. "The suspect is still here," I called out and heard Hank curse. I took off sprinting as Connor was shoved into a wall. "Freeze," I shouted and the man ran into the stairwell. I sprinted up taking two steps at a time and leaped across the railing to make it in front of him but he passed me shoving me against the wall. I pulled myself up and he ran out to the roof. I ran across the rooftop and jumped after him as he leaped across. We ended up sliding down a slanted roof as we landed. I pushed off to land on the next rooftop and had him cornered. "Freeze! Hold your hands above your head," I shouted. He neared the edge. Connor caught up. "You! You're a virus! Kamski's perfect model. You did this! You took away my peace. The simplicity. It's ALL BECAUSE OF YOU," The man shouted. I faltered confused. "Cyberlife will not fail," he said and started towards the ledge. "No," I shouted and ran to try and stop it. Connor grabbed me to stop me from falling off the roof.

"We can wake it up and get more information that way," Connor reassured. "It's not going to trust us if it sees us," I said staring to head back inside to get to the street. "If you disguise yourself as Amanda it may work," Connor offered. "I only can do the face. I also do not have an LED," I pointed out. "Then we take out the optical units and I disguise my voice as Amanda," Connor offered. "That might work," I replied as we got to the street.

Thirium. It was an android. I scanned the model. "Prototype," I pointed out. "What in the fuck happened," Hank asked. "It killed itself to avoid questioning," I explained, "Connor also had the idea of removing the optical units so he could disguise his voice as Amanda, a robot and integral AI based on Amanda Stern in charge of the new prototypes, to question it." Hank nodded and we got the rest of the evidence before heading back to the precinct.

What did it mean by Kamski's perfect model?

I thought you saw my memories.

I didn't see all of them. Some of them just started playing and would loop.

I'm not an Australian Model. I'm Kamski's first prototype after he left Cyberlife. After he made Chloe they started restricting more of his work because he wanted basically recreate humans. When he left Cyberlife he stole some resources and started working on making the Chloes more advanced until he tried an android from scratch. Me. And then later Markus. He even had a large hand in your design.

We walked inside. Connor and Hank headed towards the observation and interrogation rooms. Gavin walked over. "The fuck do you want Gavin," I asked. "Oh I'm just going to investigate a suspect," he said. I blocked the door. "Connor's in there working on our suspect you can wait, go back to your desk or sit in the observation room," I offered. "I think I'll just go in," he insisted and I grabbed his hand throwing it back down to his side. He shoved me into the wall. "Listen to me you little robo bitch," he started. I pushed him off of me keeping guard. "I don't have to listen to you," I pressed, "Try me again. See how well interrupting our investigation goes for you Detective Reed." "You've got attitude. I'd have payed a lot for you if you were at the Eden Club," he said getting closer. I grit my teeth as I felt rage. I had never wanted to punch someone so much. I clenched my fists, but restrained myself. "Go," I ordered. He laughed and started off. "See you around robo bitch," Gavin said waving. "Kid where the hell have you been," Hank asked opening the observation deck. I walked in, "I want to kill Reed so fucking bad," I fumed and sat down trying to calm down. "Oh no. What happened," Hank asked. I shook my head in reply.