My Name is Connor

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DETROIT POLICE DEPARTMENT- INTERROGATION ROOM 1
1, FEBRUARY 2043 - 00:011:29
-WINTER-

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>INITIATING PRE-CONSTRUCTION RECALL PROGRAM<

>OUTCOME 1 - COMPLETED | DEVIANT DESTROYED ITSELF

>OUTCOME 2 - UNKNOWN | ???

>OUTCOME 3 - ACTIVATED

>/ NOVEMBER 6th 2038 - 12:56:05 AM

[ EXTRACT CONFESSION - COMPLETED ]

[OBJECTIVE: LEAVE INTERROGATION ROOM]

>/ The deviant in the interrogation room has started to smash its head against the metal table in an attempt to destroy itself, the loud horrifying din rings through the concrete room.

RK800 stands by the door, watching the android emotionlessly, knowing that this was the consequence of pushing the androids stress levels to the max. If it couldn't be stopped, the android would have no worth to their investigation.

Connor needed it alive.

Officer Miller, Detective Reed and Lieutenant Anderson all rush into the room, Miller is the only one who actively tries to stop it, struggling to get the handcuffs off the self-destructing android.

"Stop it, goddamnit!" Reed yells.

But he can't.

The HK400 is too strong and continues to smash it's head down, filling the air with specks of thirium.

"I... I- I can't! I can't stop it!".

[O] INTERVENE

[X] GIVE UP

RK800 decides to step in, having the strength and knowledge to prevent the deviant from causing further damage to itself. "That's enough!" it yells, "You need to stop that right now!".

The deviant doesn't listen, of course, RK800 expected no less.

Officer Miller struggles but finally unlocks the HK400 from its restraints, and in a blink of an eye, with the speed that only an android could possess, takes the gun from the officer's holster.

It aims the gun at RK800 and fired.

Rk800 sees it too late, the last thing it sees is the bullet force it's way into its skull.

It feels its programs shutdown into nothingness.

There is nothing left.

Nothing....

Nothing....

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