#robo whump

[busterheadspace]

For the prompt, maybe slammed into a wall or doesn't realize they've been injured would be good for Reagan inflicted by Robo-Reagan 👀? (This is just my excuse to see more robo rae fics)

Congrats! You’re the first one to request here . This turned more into an Andre and Reagan friendship story but RR is still there. Thanks! I did doesn’t realize they’re injured because slam into the wall.. is hard. I’m open to the prompts so send an ask

Busted Back

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You don’t realize the pain at first when a robot replication of you is about to screw with your date. After regaining consciousness, from being slammed into the wall, Reagan was focused on something else. Her robot clone taunting her about her social skills and dating life. A rush of adrenaline went through her as she escaped and grabbed a gun and ran to the Colosseum.

The gun ended up being useless as it was crushed by Robo-Reagan. She had to fight using fake dinosaur bones and a shovel from the exhibits. Unfortunately those ended up being tossed away and the robot grabbed Reagan by the neck, holding her against the wall.

“You really think you could have stopped me?” It taunted her. 

“You’re unstable! I have to put you down!” Reagan replies with a glare. Robo-Reagan said nothing as she prepared one of her eyes to shoot out a laser. The scientist threw a punch but it ended up with her hand being hurt. The robot rolled her eyes, turning a round and slamming Reagan into the floor

Her back was hit hard, barely registering it as Reagan’s adrenaline kicked and she ran. Knowing the Colosseum, she ran into the mineral rooms and amplified the giant magnet. The robot was pulled into it, malfunctioning and saying her final words before dying.

That took place in the evening and Reagan was ready to relax. After being rejected and cleaning up Bryan-Bot, she just wanted to lay in bed and go through the dating options that Alpha-Beta had shown her. None of them had really piqued her interest the more she looked into it, so Reagan decided to sleep with a heavy sigh.

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Three hours later, her alarm went off and she sat up to find the stupid arm. An ache shoots through her back, making Reagan wince. Shit. Must have been sleeping in a horrible position because it hurts. Whatever it was, she can ignore it and get dressed.

Taking off her orange sweater was actually harder than she expected. Pain shoots from her lower back to her arms, making her stop and hold her breath and then pulling it off her body. The gray collar shirt she usually tucked into her pants, made it much worse and ended up just leaving it out. 

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Arriving at Cognito, Brett had immediately greeted her and noticed that she wasn’t wearing her lab coat. How did she forget that? Her clothes were getting more greasy and stained now. She waved off as they headed to the War Room. To their surprise, JR was the only one inside. He smiled widely as he handed Brett and Reagan clipboards with all the departments in the building. 

“Inspectaction day!” JR said brightly, snapping his finger. “We need to see if any department needs to lose their budget or we need to fire anyone!” 

Reagan groaned and rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to walk around while her back hurts. Not to mention usually these inspections end up with her having to fix whatever problem occurring. Brett took half of the department while she took the rest.

The first department is no other than the Biochemistry Department. She knocks on Andre’s office and the door opens quickly. He seemed a little out of it but nonetheless he let her in. 

“Well you took a while.. but let’s get this over with. You see those Chemtrails-“

Listening to Andre talking about the experiments and the employees working, Reagan tried to write it down on the clipboard. However his office was dimly lit so she moved under a ceiling lamp, her back facing Andre.

“You got all that. Get rid of Michael and we still need a bunch of those chemicals. Okay Reagan! Okay!” His arm hung over her shoulder to balance. She didn’t exactly like the touch but she could tolerate it for a bit.

“Yes Andre. I got it already. . Can you let go of m- AUGH FUCK.” Andre tripped forward and into her back. The clipboard drops out of her hands as she swung around, the doctor falling onto the floor. He looked at her, a little surprise. Eyes squinting as he got up with a wobble

“Maybe it was the drugs… but holy shit. Your back is all purple..” Andre mumbled. 

“What..? You saw my back?! How?” Reagan said with a glare. 

“Your shirt went up when you spun..What happened?”

“How bad can it be?” 

“Do you really want to see it?” Andre said, grabbing his phone. Before Reagan could even respond, the doctor was already behind and lifting her shirt and snapping a picture. At first she was about to yell at him for grabbing it without her consent but then the photo was shoved in front of her. 

Oh. He wasn’t wrong. A big bruise that spread from the top to the bottom of her back. She grimaced. It did not look good. As she stared at the injury, Andre put a hand on the bruise making her yelp a curse.

“How did you even get it?” Andre asked again.

‘My robot boyfriend made a robot clone of myself that caused an explosion and I hit the wall. Then said robot slammed me into the wall.’ That was the first thing that came into her mind but it sounded really stupid. 

“I just got attacked. Machine malfunctions ” Reagan answers after thinking, pulling away, her hand smacking Andre. A quiet hiss coming from the quick movement

“Typical. I got some medication that could help you.., and maybe some ice too.” 

“It’s fine. I can make it through the day with this.” 

Andre shakes his head as he opens a drawer and tosses a bottle to Reagan before opening his freezer. It had “Fentanyl” on the label. 

“The fuck? Why the strongest painkiller?” 

“You’d be surprised how much it’s going to hurt you the next few days. Then again., you probably don’t care. Just take them. We’re making more.” Andre answers, grabbing ice and putting it in a ziplock bag. Then he went behind her and lifted her shirt as Reagan took the pill. She didn’t protest knowing what he was doing now.

“Don’t scream” 

The ice was placed onto the bruise making her almost scream. It hurts like hell as he moves it to different areas of her back every few minutes. Eventually it ends and he tosses the half melted ice pack into the trash. It felt a little better 

“Alright. That wasn’t too bad actually.” Andre smirks leaning on the wall as Reagan tucked her shirt in . “Just take and the pills and then take it eas“

“Shit! I spent too much time here! I gotta check the other departments. Thanks Andre!” Reagan looked at her watch, rushing out, mumbling about the other department.. 

She wasn’t going to take it easy huh.

[the-whumpening]

consider: whumpee who gets sent to a robot factory, forcefully converted into a cyborg, and then sold like any other robot, with no one but the whumpee aware that theyre actually human

Oh man, anon, you are a non after my own heart <3 I’ve been thinking about robo-whump lately, so this is a perfect excuse to play around with it! (Sidenote: I’ve had Fallout on the brain recently as well, and this gives me so many ideas for Vault-Tec and synth fics. Vault-Tec is just rife with whump potential)

Also, please know that it took all my restraint to not turn whumpee into like a coffee maker or something lol

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CW: robot whumpee, dehumanization, brief references to gore maybe?

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“We just got this one today—fresh from the factory!”

Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open. Or at least, they wanted to. They were awake, but their eyes seemed fused shut. Did they forget their eye drops again?

“Can we get a demo before we buy it? I wanna see it in action first.”

Neither of these voices seemed familiar. Who the hell—I didn’t leave the door unlocked, did I?

A surge of electricity crackled up their spine, but they couldn’t scream. Their mouth, too, refused to budge. A screen flickered to life, and with it, their vision returned.

Bright—too bright—brightness everywhere. It burned their . . . eyes? Not eyes. More like their optic nerve was set ablaze, bypassing the eyes altogether.

Faint memories tugged at the edges of their consciousness. It had been this bright before. Before they went to sleep. Before they woke up here. But where were they before that? All they can seem to recall is an assortment of sensations: the blinding light, the overwhelming stench of copper and steel, the ripping and tearing of flesh. Their own howls of pain, before they suddenly couldn’t scream anymore.

It took a few painful moments before they could process the blur of light and colors. A man—no, two men. One with a blue polo and a yellow name tag. One in a gray suit.

They were looking at Whumpee expectantly.

“Isn’t it supposed to . . . do something?” Gray suit asked.

Blue polo fiddled with device in his hand, and another sickening crack of electricity yanked Whumpee’s body into motion against their will.

Hey! They tried to cry out. What’s going on?!

Whumpee stepped down from their platform onto the sales floor. Their knees bent, lowering them down to the grubby multicolored carpet. Usually, this low-pile, high-traffic stuff rubbed their skin all wrong, leaving angry red rashes on their shins. But now . . . they couldn’t feel it at all. In fact, they couldn’t remember what that scrape felt like anymore, or when they’d experienced it. Their body settled into a respectful kneel, the only sensation a tugging pain throughout their muscles.

Their head tilted up to face their future owner.

“Hello, Master,” a synthesized voice piped out. Not Whumpee’s voice, not from their throat. They weren’t even sure they could feel their throat anymore; otherwise, they were sure it’d be raw from screams and thick with tears. “How may I serve you?”

[seth-whumps]

strings universe masterpost!

Character Introductions for JJ and Morrigan

Reference: In-depth description of Morrigan's anatomy

My favorite part of Morri and JJ's backstories

Whump fic: Morrigan's filtration systems

Drabble: Morrigan and a cuddle glitch

Whumpfic: Morrigan with hypothermia

Whumpfic: JJ and a debilitating fever

Songs for Morri and JJ

Whumpfic: JJ with heatstroke

Crossover with Bug's silly guys 1

Crossover with Bug's silly guys 2

Mello's drawings of the silly guys!!!!

Morrigan&JJ and physical affection

Reference: Morrigan and computer viruses

Ask game group 1 (cat calling, dumb injuries, punching their best friend, sleeptalking)

Ask game group 2 (hearing their voice recorded, first thing when they get home, dancin')

More asks group 1 (sleeping behaviors, does JJ resist Morri patching him up, JJ's reaction to Morri with a computer virus)

Ask game group 3 (face, stillness, formal, change, hair) (from this ask game)

Crossover with Bug's silly guys 3

More asks group 2 (drinking, favorite feature of the other, casual clothes, biggest regrets, secrets, pet peeves)

Songs part 2

WWE: JJ, self-done stitches

WWE: Morri, car accident

More asks 3 (JJ's midwesternisms, accents)

Languages they speak

WWE: JJ, vertigo

WWE: JJ, chronic pain

JJ's robo nicknames for Morri

Drabble: significance of JJ's strawberry earrings

Misgendering and reactions

Traits I (author) admire in Morri and JJ

Positive and negative character and person traits

JJ and Fall Out Boy

[whumpsday]

Kane and Jim sci fi/robot au?

i'm actually writing a robot whump story right now that initially started as a kane & jim au! not with the boys actually in it, but with new ocs related to their situation. figured it was removed enough for me to snap it off into its own story. that'll come soon... for now, have this complete other thing!

i'm gonna be real loose with the science aspect of this, which hurts me a bit as a compsci major, but it's future robo fiction funtimes.

post-apocalypse! robots have taken over the world a long time ago, and humans live in hidden clusters. jim didn't hide well enough.

kane is a robot, but he's defective in some way that can't be maintenanced. high-status robots will often keep humans of their own as a status symbol, similar to how humans used to keep robots. kane nabs jim, and shocks him whenever he acts defiantly.

some time after jim escapes, kane is taken captive himself by a human colony. failing to either hack into his knowledge base or give him direct commands, they install pain homemade pain sensors on him, torturing him for useful information. it's the first time in his life kane has ever felt pain, and the humans can make him feel anything. after he breaks and tells them everything, they keep torturing him for fun/revenge.

when jim's colony ends up having to move because their location got compromised and they run into the colony that has kane, they give jim authority on what happens to him. jim takes kane's CPU and hard drive (basically his brain and his memories) and holds on to them for a while, not sure what to do.

jim eventually installs kane into a harmless computer that is basically only capable of communication. kane doesn't care that he can't move, just relieved that his new body isn't capable of feeling pain. he's still terrified, though, but jim helps.

[whirlpool-blogs]

(heed the tag warnings!)

tallying up the bucky whump in my mota fics 🤔🤔🤔:

Fic 1: power abused, extremely dubconned, facefucked until he pukes

Fic 2: tied up and blindfolded and naked, fucked to an inch of his life while totally helpless, more facefucking…more puking

Fic 3: sexually assaulted by some cadets. cracked open for regular maintenance while feeling it all. also he’s an robo copilot literally designed to die for his human counterparts

Fic 4: interrogated, beaten, electrocuted, bone breaking, teeth pulled out, fuck or die…

Fic 5: a cute fic! but nearly dies because it turns out he doesn’t have a heart at all, he was just sharing gale’s this whole time

Fic 6: actually not too bad! in one version of the multiverse, he does die with the 389th but Gale is able to start it over <3

Fic 7: uhhh corporal punishment, sweats A LOT, publicly humiliated, totally gaslit by Gale lmao

Fic 8: LITERALLY DIES (but he comes back! just a lil wrong!) lmaooo, fever, almost dies asphyxiating on his own vomit, breaks his elbow, pisses himself frequently, erectile dysfunction

Fic 9: Doc Stover rapes him. while other people are watching. said people are also taking photographs of the whole thing.

[holodeckprotocols]

animorphs book 29 (the sickness) #thoughts

“every time we try to do something nice and normal, it ends up turning out nasty and weird.” thesis of the books, tbh. very buffy.

it’s so sweet that tobias got to come to the dance with them :’) but i just realized something… if he acquired a morph of himself at age 12, will he ever get older? if he lives 50 years as a hawk, will his morph only ever be himself as a tween? oof. 

this book has like 3 different extremely stressful plots happening at once.

i know the ax fever subplot is a little contrived but tbh, i love it. it reminds me of the atla episode where aang has to find the frozen toads for sokka and katara. and i love ax whump, which is like half this entire book. 

cassie and the NEVERENDING STRESSFUL DAY!! jesus christ!! can someone please help this child!!

ok. if you’ll indulge a nitpicky complaint: i just can’t believe that erek is useless here when it comes to surgery. he’s like sorry none of the robo dogs in my family are doctors. guess i’ll just project a hologram for the whole book. you’re telling me you’ve been alive for thousands of years and you don’t even have a rudimentary knowledge of surgery? enough to stand over cassie’s shoulder to guide her, if you can’t actually make the cut? i know the chee can do no harm or whatever but surely something like this wouldn’t count? 

that being said – ugh <3 what a book. i really, really loved this one. it’s always good to see cassie shine and have to make hard choices. she was so brave!! the return of aftran was a very welcome surprise. i got sniffly and choked up over that last scene with her in whale morph. really beautiful and touching. adding this one to the favorites list!

[masoena]

A canon Dean whump mini collection- season 6. Thanks Robo Sam

Dean Winchester + Monsters in Season 6

6.01 Exile on Main St, written by Sera Gamble 6.05 Live Free or Twihard, written by Brett Matthews 6.10 Caged Heat, written by Brett Matthews and Jenny Klein 6.19 Mommy Dearest, written by Adam Glass 6.21 Let It Bleed, written by Sera Gamble

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

[Podfic] Asimov's Integral

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9puFkN4 by Citationnerd Tim is an unwanted android, a Robo-Child. After being sent back by his parents, his last and only hope rests in the hands of a man still grieving the loss of his own son. “I didn’t ask for a replacement,” Bruce barked. “I don’t want a replacement! You can go back and tell the RCO I don’t need a replacement.” Bruce Wayne didn’t want him. If Bruce Wayne didn’t want him, he’d be sent back and dismantled. Words: 9, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), DCU, Red Robin (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jack & Janet Drake Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Robot/Human Relationships, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Angst, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9puFkN4

[sweetwhumpandhellacomf]

Robot whumpee stuck in a desert. Sand getting in their joints, making movement difficult and making them feel gritty all throughout. And the unwavering heat adds a sense of panic--if they can't cool down, they'll shut down, possibly for good if they get buried in the sand and nobody finds them again.

[a5hrie7]

Distressed computer

[initforthecache]

Robot whump:

They get scrapped and rebuilt into a toaster

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...Pixal

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[anonymous-idfk]

Ughh I think I already reblogged this but imma do it again 👌

Prompts: @whumptopia not mine

30 Day RoboWhump Prompt Challenege

Most whump prompt challenges don’t work with robots or androids, so I’ve created a prompt challenge specifically for robowhump! Hopefully, most of these prompts should be compatible with your favorite robowhumpee!

Day 1: Low Power Cells

Day 2: Voice Modulator Damage

Day 3: Overheating

Day 4: Glitching

Day 5: Virus

Day 6: Panicking

Day 7: Temperature Regulator Damage

Day 8: Air Filtration Damage

Day 9: Kidnapped

Day 10: Hacked

Day 11: Restrained

Day 12: Muted

Day 13: Sensory Deprivation

Day 14: Shot

Day 15: Forced Reboot

Day 16: Shocked

Day 17: Painful Repairs

Day 18: Programming Override

Day 19: Limb Removal

Day 20: Vital Component Damage

Day 21: Mind Control

Day 22: Memory Loss

Day 23: Objectification

Day 24: Altered Pain Sensors

Day 25: Dehumanization

Day 26: Manhandling

Day 27: Explosion

Day 28: Body Modification

Day 29: Water Torture

Day 30: Shutdown

[anonymous-idfk]

“Dislocated Joint”

Now, there were certain things about deviancy that Connor hated. Things he could do without, and this situation was not excluded. With deviancy came hesitation, and that small hesitation was all the man needed to grab onto him and twist.

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They had done it. They had finally done it. This case had been going on for weeks, surpassing even Connor’s intellect and knowledge of what could have happened. But then the killer slipped up. The perpetrator got cocky, got messy and left a vital piece of the puzzle behind. From there it was all too easy.

After the breakthrough, Hank and Connor immediately left to go apprehend the criminal, the man staying in a hotel not far from the last crime scene, which was a mistake.

Unfortunately for them, the man wasn’t in a talking mood, and made a break for it as soon as he caught sight of the two detectives. That was how Connor found himself in pursuit of the murderer, a man who didn’t want to accept the new laws, who didn’t think it was fair that a bunch of machines got equal rights, and brought his anger and frustration out on innocent androids, and those who sympathised with them.

“Stop!” Connor commanded, chasing him up two flights of stairs. “Detroit Police!”

The man, who was surprisingly quick for a human, ignored him and continued to run, knocking over cleaning trollies that had been left on the side and flower pots from window sills as he went, Connor gracefully and efficiently avoiding them.

The man had been staying on the fifty-second floor, and the chase took them higher. He eventually changed course, sprinting down a hallway to the end, before looking about frantically.

Connor slowed down, almost to a stop to begin the arrest before the man backed up to a door, a hand behind his back to fumble with the handle. Getting a grip on it, the door fell open, and he stumbled backwards onto the roof, Connor cursing as he followed.

“Stop.” Connor repeated, raising his gun and holding his position as the man backed up to the edge before stopping, realising he was trapped. “There’s nowhere for you to go now, make it easier on yourself and give up.”

Slowly, the man raised his hands in surrender, and followed Connor’s orders to turn around and put his hands on his head.

“Jesus Christ!” Came a loud huff, Hank barrelling his way through the door. The older detective seemed out of breath, and Connor made a mental note to check on him after this was all over.

“Don’t you move you bastard.” Hank cursed, trying to catch his breath as Connor put away his gun.

The android made his way over to handcuff the man, reading him his rights when he saw a slight twitch.

Now, there were certain things about deviancy that Connor hated. Things he could do without, and this situation was not excluded. With deviancy came hesitation, and that small hesitation was all the man needed to grab onto him and twist.

The world tilted for a second before the floor was no longer beneath him, the cool night air hitting him from every angle, and the sheer feeling of wrong flowed within him as he toppled over the edge of the roof.

“Shit Connor!” Hank yelled, shoving the man aside as he reached down to grab the falling deviant’s arm. He missed and grabbed onto his wrist, his hold strong and unwavering.

An agonised cry escaped the android as his weight came down full force. He felt the way his shoulder moved and stretched, far beyond its normal limits as a searing pain shot through his arm.

Hank let out a wince as the sound of scraping metal resonated through the air, but steeled his resolve as he refused to let go.

Trying his best to drown out the cries of pain from the boy he saw as a son, he pulled the android up, an arm wrapping around his waist as soon as he could reach to drag him back onto the roof.

The kid was breathing heavily, trying to ease the pain and cool his systems as the fear and pain from the injury made his core temperature rise.

“…H-Hank…Hank…” Connor barely got out, pain still being fairly new to him and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re safe, you’re gonna be fine, you hear me?” He soothed, wrapping the shaken android in a hug, carefully avoiding his shoulder as he let out a sob.

“I-It hurts…”

“I know it does, son, I know.”

Hank tried not to grimace when he took in the damage. The poor kid’s shoulder was marginally lower than the other, a prominent bulge at the side where his plastimetal frame had given way. And the way the ‘bone’ seemed to press tightly against his synthetic skin...it looked painful.

“Come on, let’s get you to a technician.” With that, Hank stood up, helping Connor to stand before pausing and reaching for the deviant’s neck.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Tie. I’m going to make a sling out of it. I’ve popped a few shoulders back in place during my time on the force, but I’ve never done it to an android and don’t wanna make it worse. Hopefully it’ll hold your arm in place till we get some help.” Hank explained, doing exactly that. “There, see? So your damn tie did come in useful for once.”

That got a small smile from the boy.

Hank grabbed onto his radio, calling in the escaped criminal, along with the incident which had just occurred. The two made their way slowly down from the roof, catching the elevator to the ground floor before walking over to the car.

They both got in, Connor using his good arm to open the door and fasten his seatbelt, before Hank turned the engine on and pulled out from the curb.

“You holding up okay?”

“I’m…I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“As long as I don’t move around too much, the pain is tolerable. I can’t wait for it to heal though.”

“I know, kid. Hurts like a bitch, but you’ll be okay.”

A couple of minutes later, the Android Specialist and Technical Assistance Facility, or ASTA came into view.

“We’re here.” Hank informed, pulling into the facility’s parking lot.

“Hank?”

“Yeah kid?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, son.”

[sbuggbot]

One of the artists that pops up on my SPG Pandora stations is Abney Park. I kinda like the story in this song in particular

(Also the broken cog thing reminds me of @sw-seibellissima's Heist fic)

[whump-galaxy]

Opportunity Day

In honor of Oppy, send me some robot and human fluff!

[anonymous-idfk]

The 30 day robot whump challenge by @kianraidelcam !!!

It's so good! And so is the rest of their work, you should go check them out, you won't regret it!! Xxx 😊😊

I was tagged by @anonymous-idfk for @whumptopia‘s 30 day RoboWhump Prompt Challenge. I have three other wips and though I could use another. Today’s prompt is Low Power Cells! Full fic under the cut as per usual! Although this time, I’m going to recommend you go on Ao3 for the proper formatting. (Also 11:45pm means it is still today so I didn’t fail on day 1)

Exhaustion is defined as a state of extreme physical or mental fatigue.

Often caused by arduous work, sleep deprivation, emotional strain, or various medical conditions, or a combination of the four, it has severe and negative effects on the human body. Androids, however, were built for difficult work, did not require sleep, and have no medical concerns, only technical glitches and malfunctions. And it was only as of late that androids could feel the emotional strain brought upon by daily life and true sentience. So, Connor mused, he was most certainly not exhausted.

The stumble he took earlier in the precinct’s break room definitely was not caused by the human condition. The lack of focus he experienced during his meeting reading over proposed laws with Markus and North was not a direct result of his lack of sleep; androids don’t sleep. His inability to recall a previous conversation with Lieutenant Anderson was not because he was overworked and fatigued.

Androids do not sleep. Connor does not sleep. He was not tired.

Instead, Connor works. He works homicide with Hank by day and supports the revolution by night. He files reports, chases suspects, and interviews witnesses. He supports New Jericho’s leadership, learns how to repair androids, and attempts to make reparations with those he hunted. He walks Sumo, cooks Hank dinner, and cleans the house when he returns home, careful to discard any alcohol he might encounter. He trips over a book on the floor in the Lieutenant’s house and tries to laugh it off with the man guffawing from the couch.

“Holy shit, Con, I didn’t even know you could trip!”

Connor is a highly advanced prototype detective android with a superior gyroscope and state-of-the-art spatial sensors. He should not be able to trip.

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