It's Not in My Programming

Two: The Procedure.

connor's cheeks turn blue, so he opts to looking down at his crotch instead. "so i have a penis now?"

"yeah, would you like to see it?" doctor nash asks, moving to lift up connor's gown.

"no- no!" connor rushes out in embarrassment and secures the hem of the gown with his hand. "i can see it when i go home. i would very much like to leave, now."

"of course," the doctor nods and stands up, returning the stool back to under the counter. "you can get changed and then make your way out to the front desk to be checked out. just shoot me an email if you ever have any questions!" and with that, doctor nash walks out of the room and leaves them all behind.

after an awkward exchange, connor managed to get redressed while hank covered his face and markus averted his gaze. connor made a point of not looking at or touching his crotch as little as possible, he wasn't ready to see it yet. this was something that he wanted to do in private, not in a small room with his crush and father staring at him. what was even more awkward was the car ride, connor hadn't fully relaxed until hank dropped markus off back at jericho and they finally made the trip back to their own house.

"so..." hank trails off. connor lets a cringe slip onto his face. "do you feel any different? like a new man?"

"i feel fine, thank you for the concern. i don't really feel that different at all, if i'm being honest." he plays with his coin, wishing he were somewhere private so he could play with something else.

"well now we really do need to have the talk. you need to stay safe, condoms and all that."

"oh rA9," connor whimpered and covered his blue face. "i would greatly appreciate if this conversation could be terminated. immediately."

hank finally shuts up and pulls into their driveway, following the android into the house.

as soon as connor gets inside, he goes straight to the bathroom and locks the door behind him. taking a deep breath, he faces the mirror and yanks his pants down. just as he expected, he has a limp penis. it wasn't anything special to look at, it seemed normal and similar to the ones connor has spent days looking at on the internet. however, connor felt like he could cry.

what would he even do with it?

he wraps a tight fist around it, cringing and pulling away. that was. okay. too tight.

he tries again except looser, but nothing happens. isn't it supposed to get hard? why isn't any thirium pumping to it right now?

connor feels like crying again, but for all different reasons.

"hank!" he cries out, tugging his pants back up. "this penis is broken!"

coughing comes from the living room, accompanied by sumo barking. connor comes out of the bathroom with fresh saline tears running down his cheeks. he's cried before, but not for anything like this.

"what do you mean- jesus christ," hank groans and takes a sip from his newly opened beer. "how is it broken, son? you just got it, relax."

connor just wipes away his tears and avoids eye contact. "i grabbed it and i didn't get an erection, it's defective."

the older man nearly laughed, but advised against it because of connor's current state. "you can't just- you can't just touch it and then all of a sudden get hard, you need to give it a minute. you've got to be turned on."

this is so uncomfortable.

"what does that even mean? i am turned on, i have been since i was initially released to the DPD by cyberlife!"