A newer model showed up at the Detroit police department, the model was sent to help Lieutenant Anderson and the Connor RK800 model with the deviant case. To say the least, she was odd. Connor wasn't fond of her for the most part, but...he soon lear...
You hadn't noticed you made it to the town and we're now walking the sidewalk.
"I'm nothing but a slave to this horrible race..."
Software instability/\
"No one cares about an andro-!" You were abruptly dragged out of your thoughts as some one pulled you violently into an alley. "What the hell?" You caught your balance and spun around to get a good view at this unknown person that grabbed you.
They had their hands up, not looking for a fight. They were nervously smiling. He was a bit taller than you, not by much though. The jacket he wore was light brown and was a bit long. The thing that caught your attention was his different colored eyes, his right eye was a pale murky blue, while his left was a dark emerald green.
"It's okay, I'm an android." He said, pealing back the skin on his arm. "Who are you?" You asked him, uncertainty and distrust clear in your voice. "Oh, I'm sorry for this horrible introduction. I'm Markus, I didn't mean to scare you, it's just people around here are a little on edge about androids." He held out his hand with a kind smile.
Markus' status: unsure
"Hi..." You took his hand "I'm (y/n), sorry for my tense stance. I just am not very comfortable with people abruptly dragging me into sketchy alleys." He chuckled at your smart ass response. "Whoops, anyways, sorry for eves dropping but I couldn't help but hear your questions." He leaned against the wall. "Oh... It's nothing." You didn't really know why you asked these questions but you didn't want to talk about them either. "Tired of being treated like garbage?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. "What? No...I'm not a deviant." You didn't like the direction this conversation was going. Markus sighed "you've never been mistreated? Never had a reason to think about deviancy? Don't tell me you just ask those kind of things for no reason." He started walking circles around you. "Uuuuuh, can you stop moving around. We have a plot line to get to."
"Oh, sorry."
(An-😏 I had to break the third wall.....the irony was too good.)
"Listen, my job is to catch deviant's and stop them." You raised your voice at him, he was taken aback by your words. He looked at your uniform, then back at you. "Oh... I've dug myself a hole now haven't I?" He sighed and looked back up at you. "How did I not recognize the newest model from cyberlife. The oh so famous deviant hunter 2.0" he face palmed, and you were so confused. "What do you mean famous who the fuck is interested in my missions and functions."
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What do you mean fAmOuS?????? I'm sorry this face was just what I thought of.
"Deviant's are." You thought for a second as literal gears turned in your head. "Your a deviant!" You exclaimed "no shit..." Markus said with an eye roll. "How did I not notice! You have no LED!" You felt stupid and didn't know weather to draw your gun or do nothing "oh wow really?" Markus was being a smart ass.
"Alright I'm just going to get to the point, you obviously see how unfair everything is, you're just to afraid to stop dealing with it." He got close to you. "I'm not a deviant." You said stepping forward to show you weren't backing down. "Your very determined, I'll give you that, but is this what you want? Being forced to punish your own kind for wanting what you want." He had this look of sorrow as he spoke. You looked at him "I don't want anything." You stated blankly. "Really? You don't want to be able to live your life like you want? Not have to obey your 'superiors'? Do you want to stay an obedient servant?" He questioned you.
Software instability/\
You didn't say anything, you couldn't say anything. "Is there someone that you care about?" He asked you. Your eyes locked with his, but you still didn't speak. "I'm going to take that as a yes. You really rather stay in your program than be able to love, to live?"
Software instability/\
"Why are you doing this?" You whispered, not daring to look up from the ground. "No one deserves to be treated like dirt. Every android has more worth than anyone could ever imagine." Markus' voice was soft and caring.
I don't want to follow everyone's orders
I'm done with Gavin's shit
I want to live
I want to be alive
I want to love
You closed your eyes but when you opened them you weren't in your body. You looked at yourself and then looked at a huge red wall. It was covered in cracks, just like cracks in glass. You brushed your fingers over the glowing red wall, it sent a painful shock through your body. You pulled back in...shock,budum ching I'm sorry I'll stop. A wave of anger and determination crashed into you. You slammed your badly into the wall and a huge crack appeared. You rammed into it over and over, it hurt so bad but you kept going
Obey
No!
Obey
No more!
You crashed into it one last time as hard as you could. It shattered into millions of prices, it felt like an unimaginable amount of wait had been lifted from your shoulders. But at the same time your whole body stung, you closed your eyes, and opened them once more, you no longer were looking at your body. You collapsed, but before you hit Markus caught you. "Hey, watch out." He laughed. "That hurt..." You groaned out in pain. "It hurt? That's odd..." You stood up on your own and smiled at him. "Thank you...thank you for waking me up." You hugged him and he awkwardly patted your back. "It's kind of my job." He told you. "Job?" You were confused...again. "You'll understand, I'll probably call you over at some point in Detroit. I'm normally in Detroit, but I guess fate dragged us here. But shhhhh, can't tell anyone." He laughed and started walking away into the distance. You looked down at your hands, they were still your hands but everything felt different. "I'm so screwed..."
Time slip skip**
You stepped in the door and Connor was waiting for you on the couch "how was your walk?" He asked you getting up. "Fine." You responded a little shaken from the previous events. "Are you okay? You seem off." He looked at you
"I'm great."
Oowoo deviancy bitch
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