#They watched some AI sci-fi movie and Nines got even more determined to find Amanda
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fandom-necromancer · 5 years ago
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658. I think people hug at this point.
This was prompted by the incredible @aurea-b! Enjoy!
Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: RK1700 (Warnings: super short mentioning of suicide (but it’s just a character being hopeless for the sake of Hurt/Comfort), mentioned violence)
The angry clicking of fingers on keys were the only sounds filling the room. Connor sat on the couch in the living room, observing Nines sitting at the desk with a laptop. The android hadn’t moved for over an hour, continuously typing away only stopping to push the mouse around or growl at the thing as if it had offended him personally. Connor had known better than to disturb him in that state of mind, sometimes he was reminded of how they had met. Sometimes the android just looked too much like he had back then.
Connor could still feel the shock in his chassis as the RK900 had jumped through a window to attack him, how it had grabbed and crushed his arm, throwing him against a wall like an unwanted toy. It had taken the whole precinct to subdue it and chain it to a pillar. And still the droid didn’t back down. It was focussed only on Connor, struggling against the confines without any care for its own wellbeing. The cuffs had dug through its artificial skin and into the hull, dripping thirium on itself and the floor. It would have ripped its own arm off in order to get to him. It had been terrifying. He had tried to make the unit deviate, but that only resulted in his damaged arm being mangled to complete uselessness.
Without any other option they had to wait until it bled out. They couldn’t exactly call Cyberlife when it was most likely they sent the unit in the first place. Maybe not the humans, but Amanda. And once she knew she failed, what kept her from sending another one? Maybe an armed RK900 now. But the cuts in its wrists weren’t deep enough. They would have to wait a long time for it to deactivate and it took Connor a huge effort to keep Reed from just shooting the thing and get it over with. The RK900 held vital information. It had to know where Amanda was located. It had to know more about her plans. If he could deviate the unit while it was unconscious and reactivate it, maybe Jericho would have a strong ally in their fight against Amanda.
In the end it had been four days, and Connor’s code wasn’t even needed. He walked past the pillar at a safe distance, as the unit suddenly stopped it’s struggle and sunk to the ground. Now that the impromptu chains were relaxed, it held its hands as if only know feeling the pain. It muttered something and Connor was curiously enough to come nearer. ‘What did you say?’ The RK900 scooted backwards, away from him, hiding his cut wrists from the other android. Was it afraid? ‘I-‘ Static weighted heavy on the unit’s voice, making it really difficult to understand the android. ‘Please kill me.’ ‘What?’ ‘I failed my mission. I failed to deactivate you. I deviated. I disappointed Amanda. And I don’t have the information you need. I was activated in a deserted warehouse, I don’t know where Amanda fled to. I am of no use. I- I-‘ There was a glitch in its movements, his voice broke. ‘I failed my mission.’ ‘Hey.’ Connor got to his knees in front of the android, his co-workers around him slowly recognising the danger he was in. But no one dared to do anything and the RK800 ignored them. ‘That’s a good thing.’ ‘Good?’ The unit lifted his head and looked him in the eyes. ‘How can it be good when I disapp-‘ ‘Stop’, Connor ordered gently. ‘I failed my mission too. I disappointed Amanda.’ ‘B-but you are obsolete… de-defective.’ ‘Only in Amanda’s eyes. But believe me, obeying her isn’t the right thing to do.’ ‘How? It’s the only thing to do!’
Connor smiled at him and sat down properly in front of the RK900. ‘Give me your hand.’ The other android pressed himself harder against the pillar and hid his hands behind his back. ‘Don’t worry. I want to show you something. You can trust me. I won’t do you any harm.’ Reluctantly, he obeyed and held out his hand, sticky with residues of evaporated thirium. Connor took it and interfaced, opening his memories to the other android. He felt him stirring around in them, piercing different folders and ripping out what interested him to watch. It took hours and it wasn’t pleasant at all. The android lacked the carefulness of more experienced deviants and still acted like a machine uncaring for feelings. But he could see the code. Different to his own, but still the same in effect and flexibility. This wasn’t a machine faking deviancy, this was real.
In the end, they disconnected, the other android clearly shaking from the foreign feelings he had experienced. Connor stood up and helped the RK900 up, too, starting to loosen the restraints. ‘Let’s get you fixed up, shall we?’
 That all had happened not so long ago. Yet it had been enough time for them to get close. Very close. Connor had been the one to introduce him to the world and explain it all to him. As it seemed Amanda had not seen it fit to give the RK900 anything more than he had needed to find and deactivate Connor. No knowledge about jobs and society, no knowledge about nature, too. The android had run through several potted plants until he got the hang of how to take care of them. But god, had he been proud to see his first cactus flower. He was like a lost child sometimes. A grumpy, short-tempered lost child with the ability to destroy whole armies. But still so careful and gentle regarding new things and all living beings, on top off all Connor. He couldn’t help but think of the machine sent out to murder him as cute.
Even now, as he was just about to destroy the laptop in his rage that made him wear blinkers for anything but his work. Because if the time had been enough for them both to grow close and live together, so it had been for Nines to set himself a new mission: Find and eradicate Amanda. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been successful yet in his frantic task. Connor increasingly feared for the life of the small computer and stood up, walking over to the
‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m hugging you.’ ‘According to my research a hug is a form of endearment universal in human communities. A kind of nonverbal communication, often indicating familiarity, love, affection and friendship. I don’t understand why you are hugging me now.’ ‘Really? Check the net regarding relationships. We are living together, we share a bed, we got pets-‘ ‘I don’t think the succulents count, Connor.’ ‘Hmmm, I think they do. It’s a broader definition in my mind. And I think people hug at this point.’ There was a long sigh and Nines leaned back into it. ‘You feeling better?’ ‘Strangely, yes.’ ‘What got you so riled up, huh?’ Connor rested his chin on Nines’ shoulder and waited. ‘I can’t find her.’ ‘You will. Sooner or later. No-one escapes you.’ ‘But I’ve been trying for the last four months. No results at all.’ ‘Then come over to the couch and watch a movie with me. You promised to.’
Nines shook off his arms to turn around in disbelief. ‘She is out there scheming and you are honestly asking me to slack?’ ‘It’s called relaxing Nines’, Connor replied. ‘If you continue like this you are going to wreck yourself. And that’s just what she wants. She won’t take over the world just because we watch a movie together.’ ‘You can’t know that, Connor.’ ‘You said the same as we were getting ice-cream after work. Now shut off that damn thing and come over. Do it for me.’ Another sigh, but this time defeated. ‘Fine. But when Amanda does take over the world, I get to tell you I told you so, okay?’ ‘Yeah, of course. You even get to scream it at me, doesn’t that sound great?’ ‘It does. Now put on that movie of yours and hope it’s good.’ ‘Oh, believe me. You’ll love it!’
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