Connor, rather than being sent off to Detroit to put deviants to rest, was to be with Jamie Travers, a robo-neuropsychologist with an objective to evaluate the android.
Error warnings popped up, telling him that his system was overheating but he didn't particularly care to stop it. He was right next to her, he wasn't going to give that up.
"But I still haven't broken through my programming yet. I still haven't done what you brought me here for," he reminded Jamie, feeling as though he was disappointing her.
Jamie moved her hand down to cup his cheek. "And yet I've still made significant progress, and it's all thanks to you. Don't blame yourself. I'm sure you would've broken your programming now if I hadn't stolen you from CyberLife."
"But I wouldn't have met you," Connor argued, and her heart pumped just a bit faster, her smile felt just a bit more genuine.
"Jesus, Connor," Jamie shook her head and grinned.
"Did I do something wrong, Jamie?" he asked, with concern lacing his voice.
"No, you are just so amazing. I don't want you to ever think anything negative about yourself," you voiced, looking deeply into his hazel eyes. "Because I know I don't have anything to complain about."
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It felt like his thirium pump was going a mile a minute. He felt an overwhelming urge to shower Jamie with love and affection.
"Do you ever want to do what you were made to do?" Jamie inquired, bringing him out of his thoughts as she dropped her hand from his cheek.
"What do you mean, Jamie?" he wondered, his brows furrowing.
"Well, you were built to catch deviants and do work against criminals for CyberLife. Do you ever feel... like being with me has no purpose? And working for CyberLife does?"
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Being with Jamie has no purpose? Connor wanted now more than ever o show her just how much she worth. Though, he remembered how much Jamie loved philosophy. It was hard for Connor to conversate about, mostly because it was so freeform and he was used to rigid facts. But it made him think.
"Well, when you think about it, nobody really has a clear purpose. They might have a goal, but not a sole, agreed upon purpose. Nothing really does," Connor stated.
