Incompatible

Chapter 1

"You seem more human than most androids." Hank spoke up from his spot by the front of the desk.

"I was designed this way so I could blend into society easier and I could be more likeable by human standards. But just because I act, look, and sound human doesn't mean I am. I am a machine designed to assist any task, I cannot feel pain or emotions." I told the two, my tone bittersweet as I ran a hand through my synthetic hair.

"Damn, even the way it talks is human." I heard an officer mumble from a few desks away.

"I just stated that I sound human, that also means my speaking formalities." I huffed, as I sassily let my arm hit my hip. Connor seemed to be looking me up and down, causing me to look at him in confusion.

"What's with the get up? You have almost an identical outfit to Hank except your tie is a different color and you have a trench coat instead of a jacket." Connor pointed out. I face palmed.

"Sorry, would you prefer I wear a tight ass dress that would prevent me from doing the shit I need to?" I deadpanned, frustration and slight irritation beginning to bubble to the surface.

Connor's face lit up suddenly in a red hue, causing me to scan him to make sure nothing was wrong. His temperature had risen and his heartbeat had sped up. He didn't show any signs of illness but he seemed to have the beginning signs of a fever, a high body temperature. I stepped a bit closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek gently, using my medical programs to run quick tests to see if he was in need of any medical attention. His face turned a deeper shade of red and he looked like he was about to pass out.

"Are you okay, lieutenant? Your temperature seems to have risen and you are starting to sweat. Do you feel ill? Your heartbeat has also became extremely high, try taking deep breaths to calm yourself." I mumbled to Connor since we were close enough that talking loudly would be weird.

"I'm fine." Connor sputtered out, lightly pushing me back so I wasn't so close to him. I nodded and sat in his chair, smiling softly and used both hands to play with my match now.

Hank and Connor talked about cases but I didn't pay attention, nervously messing with the match. I looked up for a moment and noticed Hank was messing with a lighter almost the same way I was messing with my match, except he had the lighter lit and the flame danced hazardously close to his wrists and fingers. Connor looked back and forth between us as I stared in curiosity to what Hank was doing while Hank was focusing slightly on not catching his hand on fire.

"So now I have two pyromaniacs following me around?" Connor groaned like a child.

"Now you have two androids who can both light your cigarettes when you don't bring your lighter." Niles laughed, still watching the situation.

"No, I'd never light the match. That would be chaotic and extremely stupid. There are only few packs I have left and I only brought one today." I told him, glaring softly at the tall male. "Unlike a lighter, matches are one time use per match. I only have 43 left. The other 2,457 I had accidentally were lit on my knuckles or the wood broke."

"Why do you have so many matches and where did you get them?" Connor looked at me in slight disbelief.

"My creator said I could have one thing to calibrate my system and I had to choose something they had plenty of. So I chose to take all their matches." I briefly explained, not want to go too much into detail about what had happened about two years back. "I'm not a new model of android either, so don't ask if I'm a brand new prototype that can do what other androids can't... I'm an older android prototype that never went into stores because I was too human."

"Too human? Does that mean you sometimes don't do everything exactly how you're told?" Hank asked. I nodded in response.

"That and I was a programmed AI that was put into an Android body so I have my own spunky personality." I giggled happily.

"Spunky?" Hank tilted his head slightly in confusion.

"Yeah." I nodded, happily smiling.

"That term has been used since the 1990's-2000's." Hank told me. I nodded, knowing about that already.

"So what?" I shrugged. Connor was quietly snickering at my attitude towards everything.

"It's an outdated term, when was your system created?" Hank hummed, trying to scan me but I didn't have any data in the Cyberlife database since it wad all kept with my creator.

"I was created as an AI.... Roughly twenty years ago. I was given a physical body two years ago." I glowered at Hank, mentally going on about how much of an infant he was compared to me.

"So you are 20 years old?" Connor asked, intrigued.

"Yes. But we should really focus more on the deviant cases." I hummed, rolling the match in my right hand to calibrate it a bit better.

"Okay, there's a neighborhood nearby that is well known for deviant activity. We can go ask people if they know anything about it and catch the roaming deviants." Connor suggested. I hummed softly and shook my head, not interested.

"We would have to go door to door like a fucking girl scout, no thanks. I may be an Android but I still hate exercise." I grumbled softly.

"Understandable." Connor nodded. "What do you suggest we do then?"

"Go to your place and hangout until a case comes in." I suggested, smiling innocently. Hank nodded in agreement, wanting to go over to the lieutenant's place for some reason as well.

Connor nodded and we headed out to his car. Hank didn't seem too happy about leaving the station with me following them. When we got to the car Hank and I stood on the passenger side and Connor was at the driver side. He looked at the two of us and thought for a moment.

"Both of you do rock paper scissors for the front seat." He decided, not wanting to pick favorites between us two androids. I nodded and turned to Hank, ready to play. Hank looked at the two of us in confusion.

"Rock paper scissors?" He asked, not knowing the game.

"That one game I taught you a while ago about shaking a fist and throwing your hand with a certain position to symbolize each item." Connor reviewed for the male android. Letting out a soft 'Oh', Hank turned to me and assumed position as well. On three we showed which one we picked. Hank got paper, I chose scissors.

"Back seat, Hank." I told him, opening the passenger side and getting in.