My Name is Connor

If at first you don't succeed...

"Hello, Lieutenant. My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife."

It suddenly felt like Hank had been punched in the gut. He really couldn't get away from this fucking thing. That, coupled with Jeff ordering him into his office, wrapped this up as a pretty fucking awful day. At least he would be able to give Jeff a piece of his fucking mind.

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Lieutenant Anderson reacted incredibly poorly in response to his newest assignment. Connor wondered if it really was the best idea to put him on the case. Talking to Captain Fowler about it proved to be a poor decision, however, so he determined to make the best of it.

He tried to settle in as well as he could given the help he was getting from the Lieutenant, but talking to the decorated officer was challenging and resulted mostly in regretful dead ends or long silences. This was all too different from the response training Connor had gotten before his release, and he didn't exactly know where to go with it. Eventually, he determined it would be most prudent to simply work on the case. He could try building a better relationship with the detective later.

He scanned the files, sharing any data he believed would assist in the investigation with the Lieutenant. The most recent report was for an AX400 that had run away. It was probably the best lead.

He glanced at his partner who was very apparently sulking. Connor tried to persuade him to investigate the AX400, but Lt. Anderson was becoming physically aggressive. Luckily Officer Miller interrupted with a lead.

Once the two of them got on the road, Connor realized quickly he would have to get used to excessively high volume music if he and Lt. Anderson were going to work together. He was determined not to let it impede his ability to make progress, though. Closing his eyes, he opting to process things in low power mode for the time being.

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The Ravendale District was basically just another shit hole of Detroit. Most of the people there were crack heads or dealing in red ice and the property value had tanked in the last few years. The lucky bastards who could afford to leave were gone. The city had started a project to 'renew Ravendale', but funds had stopped flowing rather quickly for it.

Apparently the suspect had been snooping around in a convenience store after it got kicked off the bus. Hank walked inside, followed at the heels by his favorite fucking robot. Not five seconds in, the android was off poking around. Still, it was only a few seconds more before it had a lead.

"It stole wire cutters. There must have been a reason."

Hank couldn't help admitting the plastic prick had some useful features. Real-time sample analysis and quick access to CCTV were probably the kinds of shit CyberLife was banking on to sell this thing. It definitely wasn't impressing anyone with its conversational skills, that's for damn sure.

Connor lead the way to an abandoned house down the street. It paused just before reaching it, then headed into a closed off parking lot beside it.

"The fence was cut here. And look, blue blood."

Hank barely had time to react before Connor was climbing under the fence.

"You think it went in there?"

"If it wasn't planning, it might have tried to hide in the nearest place it could find. That's what Ortiz's android did."

"Yeah, and it might have decided that a condemned house in the Ravendale district was the worst fucking place you could spend the night."

Connor gave him a fucking look. It was a fucking 'I know you don't agree, but humor me" kind of look. Since when did CyberLife put so much time into creating looks like that?

"Give me five minutes."

It didn't even wait for a response. Hank swore up and down this android was going to make a killer out of him. Had CyberLife planned to make it this annoying or had that been an accident? Either way, the damn thing was a waste of funds.

Hank paced the alley impatiently. It was taking a long time. He called out, but the worthless machine didn't respond. Or maybe he just didn't hear it. Either way, it looked like he was gonna have to crawl in the mud after all.

Uh, Jesus...

Hank barely made it to the door before it burst open. Two girls ran out, almost knocking Hank over. Connor was on their tails, yelling that it had found them. Hank was definitely in no shape to keep up with robots that never got tired, but he followed pursuit anyway. Using some shortcuts and tricks from the academy, he managed to cut Connor off just before the automatic highway.

"Oh fuck, That's insane..."

Hank couldn't believe this shit. Connor had backed them into a corner, but they just kept going. Climbing across the barrier for the automatic highway, and Connor was all gung-ho about following. Hank barely managed to stop it from getting killed a second time in 24 fucking hours.

"I could have caught up to them!" Connor burst after they finished watching the two deviants get away. "Why did you stop me?"

"Like hell you could have! I'll be damned if you think I'm gonna scrape you off a highway because you think you can just kill yourself every time we see another fucking android."

"It was deviant! I was trying to complete my mission!"

"Yeah, and I'm trying to keep incident reports to a minimum. So cool it with the die-for-the-fucking-cause bullshit!"

Connor looked back at the highway in frustration, effectively ending the argument. Hank couldn't help but feel bad for the officer who was standing awkwardly to the side. Not like it mattered much. The whole office knew Hank didn't get play well with androids.

"I'm sorry I failed my mission. I should have been faster."

Hank glanced back to see Connor looking forlornly across the highway. It almost looked sorry. Maybe if there were no LED and if it didn't look like someone shoved a stick so far up its ass you could see it in the back of its throat.

"It happens to the best of us." The other officer offered in the awkward silence. "You going to lunch, Lieutenant?"

"Yeah."