Connor x Reader - Altering algorithms (DBH)

Chapter 4: Actual emotions or wholly an emulation?

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

After leaving the crime scene, I was offered to be accompanied to the station by Connor and Hank, yet I refused, knowing that my driver was still waiting for me a few meters away. I shortly waved my partners a goodbye and headed into the direction I had originally come from. Eventually arriving at the black CyberLife car, I shot one look back at the house of Carlos Ortiz. What an absurd case, messing up my mind like that. Sighing, I shook my head and faced the vehicle again.

While I quickly opened the car door, my thoughts went back to the deviant. I agreed on becoming a detective when CyberLife had offered me the job because I deeply had faith in justice.

The car started moving, hence the sceneries passed me, as I sat in the back of CyberLife's car, which had already brought me to this crime scene. I inhaled some air, enjoying the silence for a while. After everything in my past with Red Ice and my accident, I had made up my mind and decided that every criminal needed to be punished for their mistakes. I simply couldn't stand watching every person be able to do whatever they pleased. Especially when it hurt others.

Gritting my teeth, I looked down at my body. According to my appearance, I surely was human. Yet I felt different. After all the changes, I felt more closely connected to the androids. Perhaps that also was a reason as to why I viewed them as equals. They were forcefully "born" into their fate of "servants" just like I had inevitably been pushed into that line. We both had no other choice than to follow what us was told.

. . .

It was 12:41 am and I had to admit that I didn't mind watching Hank pose the questions. Still slightly overwhelmed by my confusion, I was thankful for some passive action. My own eyes followed the lieutenant as he slowly turned angrier with every query he voiced out loud.

"Why d'you kill him? What happened before you took that knife? How long were ya in the attic? Why didn't you even try to run away?"

One sentence followed the other yet the deviant never replied. He merely stared down at his own cuffed hands, his mouth firmly shut.

Suddenly, Hank smashed his hands onto the table. "Say something, goddamnit!"

Still no answer.

Refusing to let this go on, Hank got up and threw his hands in the air. "Fuck it, I'm outta here..."

Hank then left and joined us in the observation room. I could practically see the tense air surrounding him.

"We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine, we're gettin' nothing out of it!" He exclaimed, still fairly upset.

I bit my lip, pondering what to do in order to gain some information from the android. My eyes unconsciously wandered over to it, lingering there. Usually, criminals admitted something at least but this one did not say one word. While I felt bad for him, I tried to focus on the fact that he had committed a murder. As soon as one doubting thought entered my brain, more followed. However, wasn't it to protect himself? Did he deserve to be sent to a cell? I shook my head and pushed those ideas aside. Even with it being self-defense, the deviant needed to justify his own actions. He simply had to say something.

"'Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human..." I heard another detective say in the background.

I turned around and now stared at officer Reed, my mouth slightly open. Countering a crime with violence was just as wrong as murdering someone ourselves. I focused on my knowledge to build up a good answer to detective Reed's offer.

"That would be of no use. Since androids don't feel any pain, you wouldn't get him to talk." I shrugged my shoulders, trying to sound as formal as possible.