It's Not in My Programming

Two: The Procedure.

when connor was asked to strip down in the cramped surgical room back at the cyberlife "hospital," it was. okay.

it wasn't that he's ashamed, because he isn't. not of the way he looks, anyway. it was mostly because hank and markus were both in the room, and connor felt embarrassment for the first time once discarding his clothes in order to reveal his lack of anatomy.

of course hank and markus didn't judge him or stare- they're the closest people he has to him. still, it wasn't an ideal situation to be in. he was very grateful when the nurse handed him a thin robe to wear while they waiting for the actual technician to come it.

"are you nervous?" hank asked, very skeptical of this entire process. "you don't have to do this if you don't want to, it isn't too late to back out."

"i think i am nervous, yes. but i know the outcome will far surpass any consequence i could have." connor said while laying back on the table.

the procedure was explained to him by markus, days before they actually came in to get it performed. connor would lay down on a bed, go into a forced standby mode by the technician (since connor feels pain now), and then he would wake up with a brand new penis. it was as simple as that. however, he was still scared and insisted on hank and markus coming with him, despite hank's resistance.

the surgeon (technician? engineer?) walks in wearing fairly casual clothing, and a box that has the cyberlife logo on the front. he looks at connor with a small smile, trying to relieve some of the palpable tension in the room.

"hello connor anderson, model RK800, i'm doctor nash and i'll be doing your procedure today. are you ready to go ahead and get started?" he says while pulling blue latex gloves out of a drawer and sitting down on a spinning stool, pulling himself closer to the table. connor nods reluctantly, starting to regret the decision that he's already committed to.

it's now or never, he thought bitterly.

doctor nash reaches up and presses his LED, holding it down for five seconds until connor is effectively put into a forced standby.

hank watches warily, looking over at markus. "so we're allowed to just sit in the room with them while this goes on?" he avoids looking at the surgeon while he immediately starts pulling apart connor's crotch.

"yes," markus nods. "it should only take a few minutes. connor won't be in pain when he wakes up so he won't need to spend any time recovering. theoretically, he can go back to his normal activities as soon as this is over."

"so... will he- you know..." hank stumbles out.

"have sexual tendencies? that's up to him, hank." markus snorts. "he won't become a sex-crazed maniac, if that's what you're worried about. he will function just like he always has, he just has new anatomy."

"fuckin' androids..." hank grumbles out and turns away from the scene in front of them. "he can't hear us, right?"

"no, not while he's in standby. i'll keep this conversation between us, though." he winks and hank rolls his eyes.

"thanks."

-

when connor wakes up, he's lying in the same position on the small operating table. he blinks his eyes a few times to adjust to waking up, and slowly pulls himself into a sitting position. he looks over and relaxes, relieved that hank and markus are also in the same spot. how long has it been?

"how long has it been?" connor asks out loud.

the doctor grins and takes off his thirium covered gloves, moving to throw them away as well as the box. "only about ten minutes, the procedure went perfect and you're ready to go home. i made adjustments to your pain and pleasure upgrade, because it wasn't connected to your groin like it should have been originally. they must have skipped that part considering there wasn't much to connect it to." he laughed.