Connor x Reader - Altering algorithms (DBH)

Chapter 4: Actual emotions or wholly an emulation?

The brown haired man glared at me. "Nobody asked you, rookie." He sharply replied, rolling his eyes. I merely stared back at him, unaffected by what he said. While it was my first case indeed, we were on the same level, so he could not belittle me.

"Detective (L/N) is correct. You would only damage it and that wouldn't make it talk. Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations." As if on cue, Connor chimed in and stated more facts, supporting my own thesis. I looked over at him, lightly smiling, thankful for his help, whether it was intended or not.

"Okay, smartasses. What should we do then?" Detective Reed shot us each a side eye, disgust obvious in his gaze.

Before I even was able to part my lips, Connor answered "I could try questioning it."

As if that was something impossible, the others stared at the hazel brown haired android. At the same time, I nodded in approval. After all, he was a detective as well, just not human. But once again: Did that truly make such a huge difference?

Seeming helpless, Hank said "What do we have to lose? Go ahead, suspect's all yours."

The lieutenant pointed towards the door, as Connor left the observation room. My eyes followed him, I hoped that he would first of all be able to make the deviant talk and secondly prove "Mister Reed" wrong, who had simply laughed when Connor had offered to question the criminal himself. I observed the situation as the detective android closed the door behind him and then stopped, focusing on the deviant. Then Connor walked over to the window separating us, merely staring into our direction.

"What the fuck is it doing now?" Hank asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Perhaps he wants to tell us that he will start now..." I shrugged my shoulders.

I was interested to see what Connor would do. His deductions at the crime scene last night had already impressed me and I had to admit: That android really was something else. Aside from his stunning physical appearance of course, he also appeared to take his job very serious. I liked how he was extremely determined, despite not showing that too much.

Connor sat down across from the deviant, starting to speak up. "I detect an instability in your program. It can trigger an unpleasant feeling, like fear in humans."

No answer. I shifted on one foot, my mind fully caught up in the one-sided conversation.

"You recognize him? It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times. That was written on the wall in his blood..." Connor slid a picture over to the deviant, however, he did not react. I bit my bottom lip, slightly frustrated.

"Listen, I know you've been through a lot, but you need to help me understand what happened." Connor stated, apparently trying to comfort the deviant. Just when I imaged that he would go soft on the damaged android, Connor changed his approach.

"If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory."

As if caught by a car in the middle of a street like a deer, the criminal's head shot up, his eyes widening in panic. "NO! No, please don't do that!.."

I sighed to myself, not enjoying watching him suffer in such a way. However, if justice was to be served, he needed to start talking.

"What... What are they gonna do to me? They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?"

After the deviant asked this question, silence shortly grew between the two androids. Then, Connor replied, "They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened."

Immediately, more shock and fear laced the deviant's face. He stared at the table for a second before whispering, "Why did you tell them you found me ? Why couldn't you just have left me there?"