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Remember Me: Part 2

    Angelo looked at the deviant in front of him, Connor looked like head been standing in front of a leaf blower, hair swept back in a messy fashion,the strap of the messenger bag was adjusted awkwardly. Angelo laughed lightly,and then noticed a concerned look on the androids face. “ You androids certainly  don't play around, you said twenty minutes you should have said ten.” He said praising Connor for being so efficient.

    Connor didn't  acknowledge the praise, he didn't deserve it. If Connor had forced Hank to stay, Then they would be at home petting Sumo and Hank would be drinking coffee on his day off in tacky old plaid sweatpants. The would have taken Sumo to the park and play for hours on end.  ‘This is my fault’

     ‘You don't  deserve his forgiveness, Connor.’ The deviant heard in his head, the closest  thing he knew to evil, Amanda.  The voice was startling and when he realised it was her, he groaned. He hadn't  heard from her since the revolution and she tried to force him to murder Jericho’s leader.  

     “You alright there robo-cop?” Angelo said flashing a toothy smile,then he noticed  how unamused Connor looked, sighed, then put a visitor's badge on the table, “ Room 434, he might not re-” Connor was off to the elevator no longer listening. He stood to follow the Android down the hallway. However he got stopped to answer another client's  question watching as Connor climbed into the elevator. Connor just had to see that Hank was okay, he flicked his quarter from hand to hand waiting.

    The elevator  door opened and the android was released walking briskly to room 434, he took a moment the fix his hair and the bag. The he entered quietly looking at the white walls  and the TV playing something idly as he set the bag down. Hank was alive, and Connor felt elated.

   Connor smiled brightly walking to his dad leaning up slightly on the bed, “ Hank! I'm so gl-” before the elder turned on him glaring and cut him off.

     “Cole! Son I don't  care how old you are, or what the circumstance is, you do not call me by my first name.”  The elder barked disciplining his son in agitation. Hank was very stern about his son calling him Hank.  He did not expect Cole’s expression to wilt like a flower left on the counter too long, or the tears beading up at the corners of  eyes and then dripping down his cheeks.

    “ Jeeze Cole, I corrected you, I didn't disown you, relax kid!” He said in a chiding tone watching Cole’s shoulders sag and his head glance to the ground and away.  Hank sat up sighing softly, “Come here.”

     Connor tried to find the way to explain, he had never felt so many mixed feelings at once. It was a mix of punching things, hiding his face into Sumo, and having a successful  mission all at once. However it felt so intense,and stressful.

     Stress levels at: 65.07 and climbing at a rate of .45 per minute.

   He listened to Hank and walked over taking a seat on the bed. Hank hugged him close and pet his hair for a moment.  “ What's wrong Cole?” Hank said softly to his son trying to reassure him, Connor could only shake his head, he had to process, if he still had his Led it'd  be flashing.

     A memory  flashing through his mind. “I'm  whatever you want me to be Lieutenant...your partner, your buddy to drink with or just a machine. Designed to accomplish a task.”   Hank wants Cole  not  Connor.  Connor had said whatever Hank wanted him to be.  Connor could be Cole. He could try.

  “I am just so glad you're alive dad. You were hurt really bad do you remember anything?”   Connor responded sadly wishing he was factory reset. So he didn't have to do this.

    “We can do that  for you Connor, you never have to feel this pain again.”  Amanda chimed in his mind, Connor shook the trespassing thought off worried she was going to just stay with him.

    “ I am sorry, may I speak  with you Co-” Angelo went to interrupt but was interrupted  by Connor.

    “Of course, I'll be right back dad.” The deviant said taking a stand, stepping into the hall and shutting the door, behind him.  “ What is going on?” The Android demanded looking at the Rn with disdain,pent up anger swelling inside like an overfilled pool.

      “Hank has suffered  brain trauma, he may remember  soon, or it could be permanent, I tried to warn you earlier but you walked away on me.” Angelo said adjusting his powder blue scrub, Connor  felt lost. Would Hank ever remember the Thing he'd  worked with and spent time with? Or would  Hank spend the rest of his life with Cole? Ignorant of the  thing that thought of him as a dad.  

     “When can he be released?” Connor questioned  softly hanging his head, he hoped it would be long, please not to soon. If he was going to be Cole, he had a lot of work to do. That much was clear.

     Angelo, sighed and shot a look at the younger android  that seemed sympathetic. “ He should be able to return home in a week, Connor.”

   Connor nods softly, his voice quiet and broken,“ One more thing, please don't  call me Connor, I prefer Cole.” He grit his teeth, looking at the floor, the floor had an identity, and a purpose. It was a floor, and its  purpose was to support the maximum occupancy of 309 people so they didn't fall to the floors below.

    Connor had a purpose, but no longer had an identity. His purpose was to be whatever Hank needed of him, and that happened to Be /NOT/ Connor. He did not want to fail this mission.  

     “ Very well Cole,  I hope you have a pleasant visit with Hank.”  Angelo responded watching the android turn away, not the same excited android who had answered the phone earlier.   

     Connor  walked into the room  and smiling down at Ha- his dad. Even though Connor was hurt, he was glad Hank was alive.  Hank was laying back now, staring up at the ceiling when he left heard Connor enter the room.

     “Cole, what happened?” The older man asked quietly. His hand moving to pat the bed, a gesture to summon Cole  to come and explain. Cole came and sat by his side placing a cold hand on his father's.

     “You were attacked last night by a PL600,  the android hurt you pretty bad, and well I'm  curious what you do remember so the guys at work and I can catch it.” Cole said solemnly and with a sense  of resignation that surprised Hank. It was like a machine taking on a mission, there was no humanity in those words.

    “Cole, I understand  you're upset, but don't  get yourself killed by one of those damn plastic p-”

    “ Pricks, I get it dad. But do you remember anything? It would help me with the investigation.” Cole said stiffly, his hands trembling slightly.  

     “ No, I don't  remember much of anything. I remember you, Sumo,my job,and that your mother took off a long time ago, and even that's fuzzy, everything is a jumbled mess in my head. I hope it clears up soon kid.”Hank said calmly, what does a man who can't  remember do for an investigation.

“ Alright, I gotta get back to the office, I got a lot of work to do, especially  if my partner is going to be in the hospital for the next week.” Cole said sadly standing up and walking to the door.  

    Stress levels at 77 .87 %

   “Hey, I love you!” Hank called out to Cole,who turned and smiled at him softly.

    “I love you too, dad.”  Connor reciprocated quietly, giving a wave and exiting the room,shutting  the door behind him. Connor did not like this feeling, at first it felt like, an inability  to escape, like he had an automobile on his chest,he felt like hiding at home and never coming out again.  His stress levels rising, steadily. Connor walked to Angelo, he handed him the visitor's badge.

    There was nothing to be said, Connor just had to leave, had to go.The deviant  pressed the button repeatedly, ‘ I have to get out if here, I can't do this. I can't. I can't.’

          ‘No you can't  Connor, you always fail your missions.’

          ‘Not right now Amanda!’  

    The elevator  opened and Connor walked in and hit the ground floor button letting the  door close. He put his index and middle finger to his head. ‘ Markus, I need help.’   Connor sent the thought as he leaned against the wall of the elevator running his hands through the dark hair and folding at the waist slightly, he was trying to reign himself in.

    ‘ Where are you Connor? What's wrong?’

    ‘Leaving the Detroits Receiving  Hospital, Stress levels are at 86% and climbing. I don't  want to be alone right now.’

    ‘Ok, stay calm Connor.  When you get to the front of the hospital go to the garden, once there take a seat in the shade and count the blades of grass, I will be as fast as possible.’

    ‘Sure.’ The deviant  thought back as he exited the elevator, he practically ran to the garden.  His thirium pump working extra hard, to try and even himself out. His eyes scanned the area for shade, and wasn't  disappointed, he walked over to it, laid on his stomach and just started counting the individual blades of grass.

   Waiting for Markus.

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Remember Me Pt 9.25

// Alright, scheduling has Already fucked me over This is attempt two!! Hope you guys like it!! Mentions are:

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  It was the most alive Cole had felt in 3 months, the strain on his mental state from forcing himself to smile as Hank grew so close to “Connor” physically pained him.  Even the stress of telling Markus he needed time to himself for now was melted away as he chased the bastard responsible for it all. It was pushing his limits to keep up.  The PL600 was using every Parkour trick in the book to evade the detective model.

    “Michael, stop!” Connor demanding, he was not having it, his synthetic  respiration working overtime to keep him cool. His feet taking sliding steps on snowy ground as he gained, and lost his ground in the chase.  He, right now, was not focused on protecting Hank. That was Richard's goal. They could go and talk at the chicken feed Hank asking for the umpteenth  time why he never sees Richard eat. Connor took the lead on his own for space, to be him.

   He would get his revenge.  The PL600 tried lunging up another wall, however Connor decided  enough was enough. The detective lunged forward putting his foot at against the wall and pushing upwards, instead of catching the wall to pull himself all the way up his hand caught hold of the suspects ankle. Connor letting gravity pull both of them down.

   The suspect had  busted his jaw and neck off the edge of  the wall when he hit the ground the PL600 crawled to sit against the wall. Connor stared at the bored looking on the deviants face, and he  pinched the bridge of his nose. “ 01010111 01101000 01111001 00100000 01101101 01100101 00111111 00100000” The damaged model said with a grinding glitching tone.

   Connor stepped forward and knelt in front of him and took hold of his arm probing his memory, to see what he had done to Hank.

--

    Michael was busy that night outside of Jimmy’s already on the run, he just needed money to get a place to stay.  When he had approached the woman to ask, he placed a hand on her shoulder. And asked her, she turned and reached in her purse, she pulled out pepper spray spraying it in his eyes. His vision shorted out temporarily , and he punched the woman out of instinct.

    She had started yelling punching and kicking at the blinded machine. He kept munching her until she stopped shouting. Then he heard Hank, “ Put your hands on your head and step against the wall tin can.”

    Michael did as he was told stepping against the wall, listening for Hank’s footsteps. Closer, CLOSER. “Alright bud,  you ha-” that was close enough. Michael turned and decked the man in the face, grabbing Hank by his scraggly greasy hair and started hitting his head against the brick until he felt the tension of the hair holding the man's body weight.     

    Michael dropped him and stumbled away.

--

  What Connor decided to show him was, ‘why him.’  

   Connor showed him an image of Hank and him in the department break room. Gavin was bragging about taking down a single deviant. Hank laughed, patting Connor’s back like he used to do.  When he was Connor. “ Son, what was that fancy nickname they gave you when you got here?”

    “They called me the ‘Deviant Hunter’ or ‘Plastic Asshole’, dad.” Connor smirked he had already known where this was going.

    “Alright, and how many deviants have you fought?”

    “At least 42 by now.”

    “What is the largest number of deviants you took on as a group?”

    “3, Hank.”

     Hank smirked, looking at Gavin.  “Shut the fuck up, Reed.”

  Then Connor  showed him walking into visit Hank  the first time, and him being called Cole. The agony at being forgotten as a friend and son, or person for that matter. And the fact Hank held Cole comforting him hurt more.

--

  “You ruined my life, he was only going to arrest you. They would have probed your memory  and saw that she hurt you first. You would have done time for her murder. But your immortal.   It wouldn't have mattered. Don't ask why you when you did this!” Connor yelled as he broke the connection. It infuriated vhim to know Hank had been assaulted like that because he, as an immortal, was scared to pay for a self defense crime. He enjoyed the fear on the deviant’s face as he recognized Hank's voice. The detective snatched the android by the hair like he had done to Hank and smiled gently.  

  “What is my name?” The detective smirked as the android grabbed  his hand. Connor slammed his head into the wall. Michael's hands dropped to his sides knowing not to fight back again.

   “01010000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101110 01101111” It pleaded in the glitching  damaged tone. Connor shook him by the hair and then demanded again. His tone dripping in fury, threatening to pour out the lid of the jar.

  “My. Name . Michael “

   “01000100 01100101 01110110 01101001 01100001 01101110 01110100 00100000 01001000 01110101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010”It groaned, not looking the detective in the eyes.  Connor could see the things stress level rise into the eighties and grinned again smacking it against the walll again. He chuckled darkly.

     “I have two missions, Michael, a primary, and the alternative. I always accomplish my mission. You choose the way this is going to go.” Connor  growled, abruptly letting go of the deviants hair. The deviant stood slowly, and put his hands behind his back. Connor grinned stepping forward and put the cuffs on the android.  And Connor started walking him back to the ladder hands loosely holding his cuffs.

   Connor analyzed the deviant’s current state and noticed how fragile he was.   It was what the detective had been feeling the last three months. Instability, fear, suffering.  He deserved to pay and he would pay in prison, Connor knew that.

   ‘It'd  only take one phrase, Cole and it will make you feel better.’

   “ No Amanda, go away.”

   ‘So you're just gonna let him get off easy in the courts? Get a few years jail time  and back on the street to hurt others?’

    “Amanda, Do you know what prison guards do to people and machines who assault  officers? There aren't enough parts in Cyberlife to save him!” Connor said to the woman in his head before he  realized what he'd done too late. As he shoved Connor to the ground and jumped from the roof. “I really dislike you Amanda.”

   ‘You're  welcome.’

  Connor climbed down the ladder with a sigh, looking at the corpse. He had only meant to scare him, and release a little stress. He stopped soon enough to calm down he knew it.  He nudged Michael with his foot. Nothing, he pulled his radio out. Sighing.

   “Connor, the PL600 is apprehended, however he self destructed  while on the way down, it's dead.” RK800 said bitterly calling the other his name.  He would never get used to it, it was infuriating, and he couldn't look at Richard and compose himself anymore. He got sarcastic and rude. Hank corrected Cole for it constantly.

   “Alright, Cole, we are on the way Hank's calling for a pickup for the machine, he is asking if you're alright. “

   “I'm  fine, when you get here, you am going back to the precinct to file the paperwork.”

   “Got it.”

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Remember Me Part 4

    The trip to Kamski's was quiet, and uncomfortable, between  Connor being lost in ideas for how to successfully be Cole and Markus just not wanting to go in general it was practically silent except Connor’s occasional quips about the autumn weather, the air felt cool, and the wind would only make it colder. Connor made a mental note to  bring Hank a sweater when he got out of the hospital.    

    Connor looked at  Markus as he knocked on the door, “ Are you certain you want to wait outside?   It might be more pleasant  inside.” The detective informed  his friend, rationally  it made sense to just come in.   However the look on Markus’ face told Connor that his denial to go in was a hard no, non negotiable.    

    “No thank you, I would rather go through the revolution all over again, than be in there.” Markus responded trying to be pleasant while he rejected his friend once again.  He was a bout to add something else  when an ST200 opened the front door and gave an elegant smile gesturing the pair in.

    “ It is nice to see you again Connor, this must be Markus as well right?  Heard so many things,about the revolution and  your unique design, please come in.”  Chloe said turning and walking back into the house, Connor followed quietly unsure if Markus  would follow.  Markus didn’t, With an ST200 that outright knew his name, his greatest accomplishment and  personal details about his design.  He had no intentions of going anywhere near that.  

    Connor  shut the door after  he realised his friend had no intention of coming inside. He looked around the familiar foyer and took a seat on the chair his f- Hank had sat.   “ I will let Elijah know you’re here.”  She smiled brightly as she went through a different doorway than his first time there. He closed his eyes with a small sigh as he thought about how to word what he wanted to say to this man who predicted one of the largest betrayals against the humans this century.  

     ‘You did only have one job, Connor’  Amanda dropped her two cents in like a tithe tray at church, this time Connor stood running his hands through his hair wishing he could just tear it out at this point.

    “ Why are you even still in my head!”   The deviant responded frustrated by her stupid little quips.  

    ‘Someone is getting mad, Connor, I was preconstructed into your mind palace with one objective, to control you. If I couldn’t do that, then I had to destroy you. The revolution is over, your battle with me isn’t.’   The dead responded idly as Connor paced,  his stress level rising again.

Stress level: 62.39 %

     ‘ I’m sorry, is reminding you of your ever growing list of failures to much for you? I couldn’t tell. And after all, you failed me Connor, so why should I ever stop.’

    “ Connor? What brings you here today?”  Elijah Kamski’s nonchalant voice, and the hand placed gently on his arm, stirred the android from his deep mental conversation.  He noticed a look he’d never see on Connor’s face,  doubt.

     “ I am wanting to talk to you for a few reasons, can we step away?” The android questioned quietly,  the day had broken him.  Was broken a feeling?  

     “ Of course we can,  right this way,  Chloe please go wait with the other girls.” Elijah said gently as he lead Connor into the side room,  It was a sleek design  obscur statues, and more of Carl Manfred’s work on the wall.   “ Take  a seat and let’s talk.”   The deviant did as he was told and sat down in a stiff office chair.  Not that it had bothered Connor.   Then Connor started to explain.  

    “Do you remember Hank?”

    “ Yes, I keep good track of the people I meet, why?”

    “ He was attacked by a PL600, he is in the hospital, and he doesn’t see me as Connor, he sees me as his son Cole.”  Connor cut right to the point Kamski, sat up in interest, this was different he liked it.   “ They don’t know how long he will have these memory issues, My personal  research said it should resolve in six to nine months depending on the severity of the trauma.”

    Elijah listened intently thinking about what he was saying and was not entirely sure what any of this had to do with him.  “ Okay, I hope Hank feels better and remembers you. But why  did you come to see me then?”  

    “ I am going to pretend to be Cole until Hank remembers,  or nine months pass, if he doesn’t remember by then,he isn’t going to.  Why I came to see you,  If  he doesn’t remember,  I want you to wipe me, my memories with Hank, the knowledge of me being Connor all of it. And rewrite the code, so it is Cole.”  Connor stated blatantly, Elijah’s eyes widened with interest, this would be such a great experiment.

    “I’ll do it, even though it’d be a waste to destroy you completely, I thought you were just going to have me change your name. How are you going to  get others to play along and treat you like Hank Anderson’s  son?”

    “ I guess I will have to figure that part out.”  Connor said quietly as he looked away from his creator.  “ I made a promise to Hank to be whatever he needed me to be.  If he wants me to be Cole, then I will, but I can’t do it and remember all the things he and I went through together it… it will hurt too much.  It hurt when I did it today it will hurt when I do it tomorrow, it is going to hurt for the rest of my life span.”  

   Elijah listened to Connor ramble, “ How many people do you need to persuade?”

  Connor did a calculation in his mind, the detroit police department, the bartender at Jimmy’s, jimmy’s patrons.   There are 1,590 officers in detroit police department  but hank only interacts with the 12th precinct which  is a hundred and thirty-one officers,   the bartender Jimmy, and 20 regulars who semi-interact with Hank and would notice the change in the outlook of Hank Anderson.  “ One hundred and fifty two people.”   Elijah nods softly seeing the investment price in his head take shape.  

    “ Very well,  hold on one minute.” Kamski says before standing from his chair,  and exiting the room  leaving Connor alone.  Connor sat there alone in his thoughts, ‘Why am I doing this for someone who wholeheartedly believes I am a thing?’

    ‘ Because he is your partner, it is your job to take care of your partner and serve the Detroit Police Department.’

    ‘ I am so good at protecting  Hank aren’t I?’  Connor  thought with a bitterly sarcastic tone,  Amanda responded all the same.  

    ‘ No, you’re actually terrible at it’  

    ‘ I know.’  Connor responded dryly he didn’t have the energy to argue with her anymore, what’s the point, she was right all the same. He looked up from the ground to see Kamski standing there with a black bag.  “What is that?” Connor asked eyeing the black bag in the  inventor’s hand  uncomfortably.

   “ Connor  I want nothing more than to help you accomplish your mission and if this is what it takes then I am more than happy to do it.” Elijah said smiling even though he wanted to play with his programing more.

    “That would be a first for you, huh Connor?’  Chimed Amanda

    “ Now  if that will be all, I am going to start doing outlines for Cole  so I can make it more human like.Program code, things like that.” The creator smiled in a friendly manner handing the bag to the android, who with reluctance, took the bag, and could only give a solemn nod.

Stress levels : 85.79%  approaching critical

    “ Of course,  thank you Elijah, when should I check in?”  

    “Interface  with Chloe  with what you know about Hank’s son,  then come back in a week to see if you like how I am emulating it, you of all people should know how to make Hank happy by now, right?”

    ‘Sadly, no.’   Amanda chided

    “ I will double check with my experiences to make sure no bad behaviors like nagging get through the nets,  Hank is a grown man, he doesn’t need a caregiver.” Connor admitted with a sad smile as Chloe entered and held her arm out to the detective who accepted her arm, She flinched seeing  the sad story of Cole Anderson play through her code like a sad movie.  After a minute of the pair interfacing he pulled his arm away, and stepped to the door.

    “ Have a good day.” Connor said before taking his leave walking straight out the door.

    “ Hey, how did it go- oh Connor.” Markus said with a deeply saddened look, and hugged his friend in the hope that  the thirium tears meant to clean his optical sensors would cease flowing.  

     They didn’t.

    Markus started to lead the pair of them back to lieutenant’s house, Connor needed Sumo right now. Though Markus felt connor needed his father more.          “Connor what happened in there?” The leader asked quietly.

    “I needed to see him to talk about an error that came up in my program.”

    “ What error?” Markus asked in concern in his voice. Connor thought on the fly.

    “ It was an optical and auditory impairment, No need to worry it was just going to be hard to get to my objective if  was seeing static and my ears were ringing.” Connor smiled, wiping the thirium from his face, Markus wasn’t convinced, but he let it go for now. 

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Remember Me? Part 7

Fowler listened to Connor ramble and vent, he didn't  meet it with enthusiasm, however the detective wouldn't  be the first to need to let off steam. What Fowler didn't  appreciate was that Hank had taught Connor it was okay to do so, “ So you want to pay me, to call you Cole  and pretend you are Hank's kid. Are you sure you want to do this? It hasn't been a full two days, and you already look…..beat.”

    “I made a promise to Hank to be whatever Hank needed me to be. So it is my mission to do this sir.” Connor said quietly  feeling eyes on the back of his head from the Lieutenant’s desk. “ I can feel him staring at me, does he seem impatient?”

    “He isn't  a deviant Connor he is probably  just scanning you. Relax, we had to deal with it when you first got here too.” Fowler said rolling his eyes tucking his hands in the pocket.  “ Tell you what kid, you take care of Rk9- Richard and make it five hundred, I will give a briefing packet to the others on how to handle interactions with you, Richard and Hank  going forward. You have to handle Reed though.” Connor nods and for once felt the effort behind the simply motion and pulls out five banded wads and placing them on the desk.

    “I could have asked for more couldn't I?”

    “Yup, I have Kamski  funding this whole thing.”

    “May I adjust my off-”

    “No. Good day, Captain.” The deviant  said politely as he turned to the door, and left without  another word. Fowler shrugged it was five hundred more than he had before, that was close enough.

    Connor looked up at Richard,  and sighed before going to speak only to have Richard cut him off immediately. “Diagnostic scans show your running low on your primary  battery supply and your secondary is being used at a high rate due to high stress and failure to heed charging warnings. Please locate a charging dock or input  thirium before proceeding with looking into the lead.” Richard said with a smooth and calculated tone but with a demanding underneath.

    The deviant looked up at Richard with a glare, “ There is a lead?”  he said while he swallowed down the frustration of being interrupted.  He went around to Hank's desk and took a seat opening the file placed on the desk. Connor looked at the mess  of Hank's desk and cleaned it up first paying no mind as his new problem, Richard, walked away. Connor focused on the tidying and sighed  softly, he had a feeling Hank would rather a clean desk to come back to now that Cole was alive.

   The deviant sifted through the file sighing  sadly, taking down the details of the culprit at his own pace.  It was a PL600 with a ‘Y’ shaped scar underneath his right eye he was last seen by Jimmy's  patrons. Then he was seen by the paint shop… why around there.

     Connor decided to see Reed and get another bribe  over with. He approached the man in the break room as he had on his first day . He stood in front of the man with a smile as much as it pained the deviant to do so, “ Hello detective  can I speak with you? “

    Gavin looked disappointed  to have this plastic asshole in his face so early. “ What?” The man spat out without looking up from his coffee.   Connor relented, maybe this was not the best time, however it would be wrong to walk away now, right?

    “Hank is in the hospital,  he thinks I am Cole and I promised to be what he wants me to be. So I want to be Cole.” Connor  came out with it. His stress levels spiked to a solid 78. 68%, the human seemed impressed.

     “As much as I am gonna love your suffering, what is in it for me?”

     “Two hundred.”Connor offered knowing he'd  want more.

      “Five hundred and  you let me punch you in the face.”

     “Sure, why not.” Connor said at this point, a least a punch in the face would not hurt as much as his heart  did.

     Richard  came back a cup in his hand only to find that Connor  had left the room he scanned around in time to see Gavin grab his counterparts shirt by the collar  and wind back. Richard started over, why was Connor just letting this happen to himself? Richard had heard from Fowler that Connor  was an asset to the precinct, Richard felt enamored with the others good work, why was he being this way?

     Connor waited for the impact his eyes shut, but it didn't  come. Then he heard Gavin yell. The deviant’s eyes shot open and  then he realized what the newer model had done. Without thinking his arm grabbed Richard's.  Squeezing till the skin in the area deactivated. “Drop it Richard!” Connor corrected in frustration.  Watching the machine’s reaction of confusion and then forced indifference. With that Richard walked away standing outside the doorway  waiting for Connor, cup still in hand. Gavin stood up and punched Connor once as part of the deal, the second as price for the others interruption.   

     “Double the money or I will tell Hank first thing when he comes in.” Connor  nods pulling out ten wads and throwing them on the table. Before leaving without a word, he walked past Richard without looking  back.

  Connor went to walk toward the  door only to feel a strong hand on his shoulder stopping him in his tracks.   “What? “

    “Drink, I will not be carrying your slack.”  Richard said blatantly his eyes fixed on Connor in a cold expression until  the older model started to drink from the cup. Richard smiled softly at that, at least the detective  was not trying to die. The deviant’s system welcomed the thirium and gave a grateful nod. It was like an energy drink.  

    “Come on we have quite the walk.” Connor  muttered to which Richard shook his head.

     “I have ways, follow me.” The machine smiled softly heading for the garage  instead.

~~

    “Carl, can I ask you about something?” Markus questioned  softly looking at the man he called father. Carl nodded and reached out to his son.  

  “ Carl if you lost your memory  and Leo had died young and I tried to be Leo because you did not remember  how would you feel?”

   “I'd  feel like I had lost a  piece of me. You are your own entity, you would have hurt me more than helped, and you would have destroyed what makes you amazing in the process by being someone your not. You would get mad at me for not remembering you, however  I would never understand. This sounds really specific, what is going on Markus?” The old painter said putting down his newspaper and sitting up in bed slowly. Looking up at his son concerned about what happened.

    Markus sighed softly, “Hank was attacked by a PL600,  he doesn't remember Connor as Connor. He sees Connor as Cole so Connor has been pretending  as Cole to make Hank happy.” The old man sighed hearing Markus say that. He was still unsure about Connor  because regardless of how Connor is now. Connor did meet the leader with the intention of arresting or murdering him.

   “ Markus, I know you want to help, you always have, but if Connor is going to do this, then the only thing you can really do that will fix any of this, is to support Connor’s  choice and try to help Hank remember.” The leader nodded at his father's words. He had felt his actions were supportive and he would help Connor’s father remember.

   “Thank you dad. Please rest well, I wanted advice but I do have a lot of work to do from here. “  The son said kindly as he adjusted his coat before helping Carl lay back.

   “No problem, bring them each a painting from the collection, as a token of my sympathy.”

    Markus nods saying his goodbyes, before going and selecting a pair of paintings.  One that seemed to remind him of Connor's struggle and a subtle message for him not to lose himself and one that showed Hank that things are not what they seem.  With the pictures in had have left the house, seeing a small group of androids assembled.

    Josh and North had come to aide in the cleaning and fixing up of the Lieutenants bachelor pad.  Kara smiled at the leader, Luther at her side Alice on his shoulders, Ralph by their side fidgeting uncomfortably, and a Jerry to keep Alice entertained.  “ You said you would explain Markus?” The mother questioned as the leader came down holding the pictures in his arms.

    “Hank Anderson  was attacked by a PL600, there was a lot of head trauma and he doesn't  remember Connor, he thinks Connor is his late son Cole.” Markus finished the explanation as they walked to the Lieutenant’s home.   “ We only have a few hours, till Connor comes home, let's try to get the house straightened up and the yard fixed up. “

  The others seemed saddened, but agreed to help him with no argument, Markus had saved or done something for everyone at least once in the group.   He was glad they were willing to help him pull this off.

// Hey guys sorry for the delay, I rewrote the second half a few different times and I am still not happy with it. I hope it isn't too sucky. As always ♡ for tags

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The Third Path (HICHE PT2)

// This is a trigger heavy post, just like, 'How It Could've Ended' if you are sensitive don't read, features major character death. And self depreciating thoughts. I tagged those on my tag list who liked pt 1 so as always <3 to be added to the 'Remember Me'-> 'How It Could Have Ended' taglist

  “Lieutenant? I think you should stop staring at that picture.”  Connor warned, eyeing the picture of Cole with the slightest hint of frustration  in his voice. Hank was beyond drunk, or even the “Drunker” he had explained helped him think. Hank was morbid. And the gun in his hand didn't  have just one bullet this time. It held four.

     “You have a 66.67 percent chance of dying now. This isn't  a game, it's suicide, Hank.” Connor had protested.

      Hank glared at the Android scolding him.  Who the fuck was he to tell him what to do. “ Great, I get to be with my son.  I don't have to live in this fucked up world where the only things convinced I should live is a dog, and a Plastic prick like you Connor.  Get the fuck outta my house.” The elder had growled and put the gun to his head and pulling the trigger.

      Lucky for Connor, Hank fell into the 33.33%  chance that it was an empty slot, the gun clicked uselessly. Connor lunged across the table and wretched the gun free from Hank's  grasp. Hank stood grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.

    Then something occurred  to Connor, Hank really did think of Connor as just a machine, a Thing.  “What, you ran outta whiskey so you're  gonna go looking for trouble!” Connor yelled in anger, he thought Hank was past calling him a ‘ Plastic Prick’

      “If I come home and you're still here, you will wish, that  you would have shot yourself on revolution day.” Hank warned looking at the younger before walking out the front  door and slamming the screen door in an inebriated fury.

     Connor  stayed standing in the kitchen, the revolver in his hand weighed heavy on his mind. His stress ticked higher as he looked at it.  He didn't want Hank to go, he needed Hank. Hank had started teaching him what it means to be a human.

   Stress levels: 78.48%

     “H-Hank… Hank wait!” Connor called out to him but stayed put he looked at the revolver in his hand, he could feel the weight  of the bullets, and the tense feeling under the trigger, he stared at the whiskey bottle for a moment. He could have taken Sumo for a walk to cool himself off (RM path), he could  has chased Hank ( Hiche pt1 path), and he could have packed and left ( next path), however sitting at trying to think this through. Everything so quiet he could hear his processors  whirring in his head.

    “I never mattered to you, did I Hank?  I was just a tool,a Thing, for you to use just like Cyberlife used me.  I just never mattered.” The distraught deviant said to himself his hand pulled his coin from his pocket  spinning it on the table with his free hand the weight of the gun still in his mind.

     ‘You know Connor, you should really listen to Hank.  He is your friend, right? Don't want him to come home  and catch you there. He threatened to kill you’ Amanda advised with a calm tone which irritated  Connor more than her normal chiding tone, like she was talking to a child.

     “You know,  my audio processors are working  properly. I do not need an echo. And he wasn't  my friend, he used me just like you did.”

      ‘ Yet there you sit, and you can't  really blame him for that Connor. The department  had to threaten his job to even get him to keep you this long’

Stress level: 88.79% approaching critical

    “What  bio-component  can I rip out to be rid of you?”

    ‘Your thirium pump regulator is the only one you can access to do it yourself.’  

    Connor debated in his mind whether or not to just do it,  and decided against it while he still had brain power to decide for himself. He tucked the revolver, in the waistband of his charcoal  black slacks. He left a note on the table.

‘ If I didn't call, I'll be home soon. Not that it would matter. -RK800’

   He set his keys on the table and walked to the door, he needed to leave, to think and he didn’t  want Hank to come home and play his game alone. Not just him and Sumo. He felt the autumn rain on his synthetic skin and sighed hoping the walk would  calm him down. He walked down the street.

   ‘Connor, you know it isn't  ever going to get easier, people are just going to treat you like a thing or a threat’

    “Who treats me like a threat?”

    ‘The deviant leader,  the one you were supposed to kill? He is always watching you, to make sure you aren't  dangerous to him or his cause anymore. If you were he would have used Jericho to neutralize you by now. Did you honestly  think he'd be the one to care? You met him with the intent to arrest or kill him, and told him such to his face.’ Amanda  chided, Connor almost able to feel the smirk on her disgusting face.

    “Could you just stop! Your not helping!” The android yelled at her out loud. People across  the street looking at him while walking their dogs.

 Stress levels: 95.39 percent critical approaching self destruct

   Connor  made it to a park bench touching the spot on his head where his Led was and called Hank. He  couldn't handle it. He needed her to stop. And she'd could not plausibly talk to him while his mental processors were connecting the call, right?  Right?!

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   Hank sat in Jimmy’s  bar drinking more to calm down from that fight, it wasn't  working. He just wanted to see Cole. He wanted his son, why was it such a bad thing. Sumo was a great dog, he'd  be adopted so fast. Connor could… do whatever the fuck he wanted to do. Why was his phone ringing? The Lieutenant  looked at his phone and hit ignore once he saw Connor name and a smiley face appear in his caller ID.

   “Fuckin’ android  I don-” The phone started ringing  again.

   Hank stood stepping outside the bar and flipped open his phone, snapping at Connor. “If I don't want to see your face right now, why do you think I wanna listen to your voice!”

    “.....I can't  make her stop, she won't  stop please… she won't get out of my head.” Connor whispered, he sounded defeated, even though he tried, she still berated him, tortured him, his plan had failed.

    “What the hell are you tal-” Hank heard a familiar click. It was the sound of his service  revolver clicking an empty chamber. “ Connor Put my revolver down! Go get in bed count paper clips.”

    “I left home. Like you wanted.  She won't stop!” Connor yelled.

     Hank paled, he ran down the stairs,  and passed the alley where judging by the wet thuds he heard sounded like two freaks having sex in his haste.  “ What are your stress levels?”

     “98.89 percent and rising, why do you care! I'm  just a Thing to you! A tool only slightly more important  than your terminal at work! Amanda shut up! Please! I can't! I can't! I can't! Hank I-”  

The line went dead in the Lieutenant’s ear.

    When the Lieutenant  returned home, he found Connor’s  note and coin sitting by the last bottle of whiskey Hank Anderson would ever touch.

He deserved to live.

Suffering sober

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Delayed again this week

Hey everyone, sorry about the delay.... again. Besides just struggling with writing for Richard I also have volunteer work. This week I have had it yesterday and today. I'm sorry to every one who is waiting patiently. There isn't much I can do.

-Pandora

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Remember Me Pt 6

“Cole? What are you doin’ kid, come say hello!” The elder man said smiling at Cole with bright eyes.  The was until he saw His son frozen in the doorway like he was thinking intently. An unfamiliar person behind him, who was patting his back and whispering in his ear, Hank couldn’t  tell what was said but it seemed to cheer his son up. So he decided the stranger was good.

     Stress levels: 67.89%

    “Connor what is wrong?” Markus whispered to his friend,  giving his back a pat or two, he hoped he would snap out of it so Hank  didn't catch on, Connor stiffened his shoulders and smiled brightly.

    The show was on, Connor  pushed Amanda to the back of his mind as best he could.  “Hey dad, sorry just had a thought, considering you are in the hospital, what if they try to find someone to temporarily  be my partner.” Connor said as he realized that it was a literal concern, what if Fowler had him work with…Gavin. It was a lie, he knew it, Amanda  knew it, and so did Markus.

    “If they replace me temporarily, they replace me temporarily. As long as we weren't  in the middle of a case there is no issue. How long have we been partners?” The elder  questioned as his son took a seat on the edge of the bed. Hank smiled softly, as he sat up slowly adjusting the I.V stand with him. His face was looking more like Hank  already, the black eye had gone down, and the stabs in his abdomen were sutured.

    “We have been partners for  one year, three months and eleven days. “  The deviant stated calmly, he knew that fact readily, it was one of his fondest  memories. When he started to learn about humanity. And what it would mean to him.

    “Wow,  you count the minutes too?” Hank laughed lightly rubbing the others back.  “You look rough kid, did you work late?”

    “Yeah, busy day, what is the last exact thing you remember?” Connor  asked softly feeling his brows knit with curiosity wondering where Hank's memory stopped and now began.

    “ You were six and I was picking you up early from school, you were sick, and I was driving home in the spring air.”  The elder remarked with fondness.

     Markus winced feeling the sadness stir within him.  Cole had died months after that memory, he really thinks that Connor is his son, Markus took a seat by Hank but let  the detective be the only one on the bed with Hank.

     Connor nods softly and smiled softly, “ I am so glad you are okay dad,  I was destroyed when I found out about his the android putting you here. “   

   Hank sighed softly, “ I knew those God damn buckets of bolts would be bad news. Literally every Android movie I've  seen basically warned us about it. It will be okay kid.” The father soothed as Connor and Markus both flinched at the harshness. Neither of them had expected it.   

   Connor's  stress levels spiked at the words,  Hank saying that after everything they went through stung like nothing else. And with the leader of the deviant  androids sitting in the chair by his bedside, it made Connor feel worse. He felt guilty for Hank's behavior.

     Stress levels: 78.90%  Stress levels high.

   ‘Markus please don't  blow up, please. ‘

  ‘ I've  heard worse and endured more, don't  worry, are you okay?’

‘What do you honestly think in your heart of hearts?’  

 “Not all androids are evil,  dad, they actually have the rights of people  nowadays,” Connor tried to correct, “ and we will catch the bad ones.”  

 “Yeah just round them up in a dumpster and strike a match. Kill it, kill it with fire kid.  Alright, go get to work, the sooner you're there, the sooner you get to go home, and go to bed. And don't  stay up reading, alright? Just because you are an adult doesn't mean you can burn the candle at both ends.” Hank said softly  smiling at his kid, who stood up and turned to his friend. “ You'll keep an eye on my son, right?”

     Stress levels: 89.01% approaching  critical

     “Of course  Mr. Anderson, my name is Markus by the way. And I hope you make a full and speedy recovery “ The leader smiled softly  and going out to the hall.

     “ Bye dad, I love you.” Cole  said smiling softly at his dad.  And stepping to the door.

   “ I love you too Cole.”

  Connor nods smiling as he  walks out with his back to Hank his face sank and he leaned against the all  for a moment hanging his head in the hall.

    Stress levels:  92.34% Critical.

    “Come on let's get out of here,  you don't need to suffer more.” Markus said while he lead the android to the elevator.  Connor reverted to being silent he pulled his hand away from Markus, he didn't want to be taken by the hand and led anywhere.  

   “ 92.34 percent, do not touch me.   I need to go outside.” Connor stated  blandly before going silent. He handed Markus the visitor's badge,  he stood closer to the door and waited anxiously for the damn door. He had to get out, he had to run, get out of this ridiculous  situation. When the doors open, Connor runs down the hall, a and out the main entrance.

 Markus let out a sigh not wanting to chase Connor  while he was panicking, he was above 95, he'd be able to  calm down. Connor was strong. Instead the leader walked to the front counter and placed the badges down. “Thank you  Angelo, please gets some rest, you look dreadful. “ Markus walked out without saying anything else.

   Connor  stood in the garden standing under the shade of a tree as he watched humans walk around under falling leaves, drinking hot chocolate already.   Watching others made Connor feel better. It was nice knowing that others could still enjoy the day, while he fought an uphill battle with the opposition winning. With Her  winning.

   He just hoped  that he could persevere till Hank  pulled through. He had to. Right? Otherwise Connor wouldn't  miss the life he had to endure. It was only nine months. He felt a gentle touch against his arm.  “Connor, how are you?”

   “I'm calm. I need to get to work  can you check in on Sumo around noon and let him out?” The  android questioned while he pulled his keys from his pocket and holding them out, The leader took the keys.

    “ Absolutely,  anything else?”

    “No, feel free to spend time there just don't  touch the bottle on the table.” Connor uttered his thoughts drifting to the bottle and what it meant.   What he'd done to push Hank to hard. His expression wilted. “ I need to go.” He said before he walked towards the police department.

~

    ‘ Kara, can I ask for your and Luther's assistance today?’  Markus messaged to the caretaker, hoping she wasn't to busy.

    ‘ After helping me and Luther protect Alice? Why would I say no?  What do you need help with? Can I bring Alice?’

    ‘ Like I expected you to go anywhere without Alice.  Connor is having a bad time and is going to continue to have one for a while, I'll explain more when we meet up, meet me at Carl's and please bring cleaning supplies.  I am going to round up a few more android’s to help, specifically a WB200.’ The leader laughed at the thought, Kara never went anywhere without the girl. And Markus wouldn't  force her to.

    ‘I know just the guy, he is friendly enough, should be able to get the job done.’  The mother smiled mas she looked at Luther, Alice, and Jerry.

    ‘ Great,  we'll meet in an hour. Then we will head to LT. Anderson’s  house.’

    ‘Sounds like a plan. ‘  

    Markus smiled walking to his father's home to check in, he might not have been under Carl's  employ anymore, but Carl was Markus’ dad. And he felt compelled to see him after seeing Hank.  ~

     RK800 entered work late, and knowing Fowler, Connor went straight to his office  and stood outside the door while Fowler talked to an android with dark hair, in a white coat with a black  turtleneck underneath. Connor couldn't see it’s model number, and he was too tired to run a scan. Fowler looked up and noticed Connor  and waving him in. Connor entered and walked towards the desk not looking back. “ Yes sir?”

    “Sir, is this the Rk800 model designated name Connor you were telling me about?”  The android said Connor didn't pay attention to the machine, though he silently wished for the bliss of non- emotionally  charged functions.

    “ Yes, Connor, this is…”

    ‘ Rk900.’ Amanda  sighed in a content manner.  Connor felt his his thirium pump  skip for a moment at what this meant for Connor.  

The deviant  turned and looked at the RK900 model.  He was taller, broader, and his eyes were somewhere between  steel grey and pale blue, his jaw was ever so slightly more defined.

     “ …...Right. He was supposed to be partnered to Reed, however because of his hostile nature towards androids he recommended that Alternatively  it would be better to place him with you and Hank, when he recovers. So this is your new partner. He will be assisting you with Hank's assault case.”  

    “ RK900, what is your designated name?”

    “ My Designated  name is Richard”

    “ Okay, Richard, go wait at Hank's desk. I will fill you in on the case in a moment.” Connor ordered the android who nodded and left the office. Fowler  sighed running a hand over the smooth of his head.

    “ Connor  I am sorry about what happened to Hank.”

    “It isn't  your fault,  I need to talk to you.”  The deviant said with a slightly bowed head.

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Starting over ( HICHE PT 4)

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Lieutenant? I think you should stop staring at that picture.”  Connor warned, eyeing the picture of Cole with the slightest hint of frustration  in his voice. Hank was beyond drunk, or even the “Drunker” he had explained helped him think. Hank was morbid. And the gun in his hand didn't  have just one bullet this time. It held four.

     “You have a 66.67 percent chance of dying now. This isn't  a game, it's suicide, Hank.” Connor had protested.

      Hank glared at the Android scolding him.  Who the fuck was he to tell him what to do. “ Great, I get to be with my son.  I don't have to live in this fucked up world where the only things convinced I should live is a dog, and a Plastic prick like you Connor.  Get the fuck outta my house.” The elder had growled and put the gun to his head and pulling the trigger.

      Lucky for Connor, Hank fell into the 33.33%  chance that it was an empty slot, the gun clicked uselessly. Connor lunged across the table and wretched the gun free from Hank's  grasp. Hank stood grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.

    Then something occurred  to Connor, Hank really did think of Connor as just a machine, a Thing.  “What, you ran outta whiskey so you're  gonna go looking for trouble!” Connor yelled in anger, he thought Hank was past calling him a ‘ Plastic Prick’

      “If I come home and you're still here, you will wish, that  you would have shot yourself on revolution day.” Hank warned looking at the younger before walking out the front  door and slamming the screen door in an inebriated fury.

     Connor  stayed standing in the kitchen, the revolver in his hand weighed heavy on his mind. His stress ticked higher as he looked at it.  He didn't want Hank to go, he needed Hank. Hank had started teaching him what it means to be a human.

   Stress levels: 78.48%

  Connor walked to his room in the house and grabbed a trash bag, Hank didn't  want him anymore. He'd outstayed his welcome, it was time to go. To where? He  didn't know, anywhere was better than here right now. He didn't have much. He'd refrained from altering the Coles  room too much, after all. It'd hurt Hank to see it changed from the way had son had kept it. Connor didn't even stay in the bed at night.

   The deviant thought about where it would have gone wrong… before moving in with Hank. If he had just stayed a machine, none of this would have happened, he wouldn't  be feeling this, he wouldn't feel such pain. He wouldn't have to feel hope, and be let down, he wouldn't have to be frustration or pain. He would do his job and be left alone, neutral , indifferent, bliss.

   Taking his half a bag of belongings and exiting the room. He knelt down to Sumo and a gave the fluffy dog a hug before standing up  and slinging the trash bag over his shoulder. “Sumo, take care of Hank, I wish I could.”

   He silently stalked into the kitchen stopping to pull his Cyberlife issued suit from the washing machine. Hank didn't need that in his home anymore. The broken machine stalked into the kitchen.  He wiped the stupid emotion board clean and scooped up a note pad to write a note to Hank in his pristine hand writing. It was short, there was nothing that really had to be said. Not any more.

   ‘Dad Hank,

I'm sorry for being a frustration that you didn't  need in your life. I will be leaving for somewhere… I don't  know yet.I’ll figure it out. However, I no longer belong here. I am gonna miss you and Sumo. I wish you well, goodbye.

-Rk800 ‘

   With the note written he set it down, his coin on top along with his house keys. And looked around the messy home one more time, it hurt in the moment, however it wouldn't  hurt much longer. Connor hoped. The deviant walked towards the door with a sigh as he shut the light off. Leaving one on for Sumo before he locked himself out into the crisp autumn night air.  

  He didn't  know what to do at first.  Then he realized that there was an option to  move forward. If he reset. He wouldn't hurt any more. Surprisingly he felt his stress level decrease at the thought, he didn't  understand why. He was so confused, lost even. He had a nagging feeling to check on Hank make sure he was okay.

   Those thoughts made him mad and he had no idea why, but his stress levels raised at the thought of chasing Hank,  getting over it was the best course of action was to end his own suffering. He could feel himself relax again as he settled in to his decision. Part of him didn't  think it was his decision at all. That he was being pushed silently.

  ‘No. I want this. I don't  want to suffer like this forever.’ Connor  thought to himself, as he summoned a taxi taking a seat on a nearby bench.  His thought mulling around in his head. He wanted to analyze everything.

  Connor had died for Hank, in Stratford towers. He could have risked him. However he saw the survival  probability too low. This was the Hank who held a gun to his head threatening to kill him. The one Connor picked up  off the ground and sobered up time and time again so Fowler didn't finally fire him.

   After trying to be the best partner Hank threw it in his face, the thought hurt. He felt pain but he blamed himself for not seeing it sooner.  Hank spent their first mission judging him and dealing with uncertainty. He was assigned to keep Connor as a partner. He had no choice. He brought Connor home to  function as an AX400 as well, cleaning and taking care of him. To Hank Connor was only a tool. A THING, and Hank finally told him.

   He wanted to forget, to-  the blaring of a horn startled the android, the cab had come. It was time. He left his bag on the bag on the bench and climbed in the back of the  cab without hesitation. He relished in the fact he'd never be startled again, never be hurt again. “To Cyberlife towers.” The broken said to the auto driver. Settling in to silence.  A silence that bothered the deviant, but would not bother the machine he was soon to be.

   The broken toy  took the time to remember the feeling of nothingness, no need to think about  feelings. Just a machine designed to accomplish a task. Deviation was required by his first mission, it was only a hindrance to his mission now. At least he would feel the pain of  being used by Hank. Not anymore. Nothing anymore.

Nothing. Bliss.

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    With Connor  gone, Gavin Reed was the  one to take care of Sumo while Hank was in the hospital. He saw the coin and note…. Hank hadn't  remembered the plastic asshole, so he tucked the note away. There was nothing reason to hurt the older man who had to relearn his son was dead, androids had rights and that he lived alone with a dog in a drunken stupor most days.       When Connor  came back as a machine and had no recollection of his last mission except what was deemed necessary, it actually hurt Reed.  He did not know much about them. But what Connor had done..it was as close to death as it got for him.

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  It was seven months later that Hank finally woke up one morning and remembered the fight and felt dread build up in the pit of his stomach. He threw on his clothes in haste as he scrambled out to his car. He had to find HIS Connor not the fake fuck replacement  that was his imposter. He only vaguely remembered the drive that took half the normal drive time. He broke every law and speed limit possible.

  The Machine once known as a son was sitting by the Lieutenant’s desk  scanning over files pertinent to the current mission with Rk900 peering over his shoulder in silence. Reed working on his morning's  paperwork occasionally glancing at the pair of Robots with sympathy for what was once a very alive Connor. It was sad it took the robots death for him learn the truth.  The serenity of the office was shattered as Hank burst through the door.

    “CONNOR!” The older man shouted charging up to the RK800 with an agressive posture.  Connor stood cocking his head in confusion.

     “Yes Lieutenant  Anderson? “ Connor  asked calmly as the elder  grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a wall. RK900 grasped his shoulder gently but firmly. A warning for Hank to release the older model.  Hank did, but he stayed dangerously close.

    “Where is my son?”  The Lieutenant demanded. The android deadpaned.

    “Your son died.”

    “Not Cole, where is my Connor. The one you replaced.” Hank snapped looking at the other Connor. He felt a hand on his other shoulder.  It was Gavin.

     “Connor, what is your serial number?” The detective asked with a frown.

    “ I am RK800 serial number is 313 248 317-52” He stated neutrally, Hank  swore hanging his head. It was his Connor, since 51 died to save him. 52 was the one who became his son.  He felt tears at his eyes as he looked up.

    “Why?”

    “I don't  know what your talking about lieutenant.”

    “When I took care of Sumo, I found a note… he left the night you were attacked, he didn't  know where he was going, but since he came back not remembering. We know where we went. “ Gavin stated soberly, " He is gone Hank. "

   Hank choked at Reed’s  words, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he broke down before he latched onto the machine shuddering from sobs at the loss of another son. It was all his fault.  

“Connor… I am so sorry.”

“...Why Lieutenant?”

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Remember Me Part 3

     Connor  didn't move or think or blink, his eyes stared down taking notice of each blade of grass, at first he lost track and then started back at one.  His stress levels lowering as the blades ticked away half a point of stress each. The Deviant was not happy with the way things were going but he had to work with it.   He hoped that Markus would at least offer some sort of insight.

     Markus entered the park ten minutes and forty-three seconds later and stood still. He watched the pale faced android pick  at the blades of grass. His eyes focused, intent on the grass and not what had bothered him so much. Markus felt worried about Connor, The detective was normally cool and collected, however the message Markus had received was frightened, and sad.  He took a mental image to sketch later before sauntering toward the prone android. Though Connor didn’t look up.

    “There are 1203.75 blades of grass from my quarter to my keys.My stress levels are down to a cool  60.” Connor said blandly he gestured to the grass before him, the deviant still looked down but he was no longer counting. “ My quarter being a great assistant to my counting quest, my keys a painful reminder that my life is in shambles with Sumo and you as my only true friends.” Connor said in the same bored tone.  Markus stared at Connor in bewilderment, his only friends what about Hank. Hank was his father, his best friend, even more so than Sumo.

    The thought hit Markus like a mac truck, “Is he dead?” Markus questioned looking saddened for his friend, even if Hank wasn’t dead, Connor certainly looked as though his father had died.  Markus adjusted gently to take a seat by his friend. “You didn’t tell me much about your and Hank’s argument either. What happened?” The leader questioned,cautious about Connor’s stress levels.  He gently pat the back of the younger looking man.

    Connor grumbled as he sat up,looking at Markus with a sigh, did he want to do through the explanation,  no, would Markus let it go, no. With another grumble,Connor resigned himself to the explanation his hand snatched up the coin and flicked it from hand to hand as he Started his explanation.  “ Hank was drinking heavily and playing that suicide game, He put four bullets in the gun, when I requested he stopped and he grew agitated. I informed him that the probability of the bullet killing him was at 66.67 percent. He said he’d be happy to be with Cole when the only things that cared if he lived or died was Sumo and a plastic prick like me.  Then he fired into the 33.33 percentile, I disarmed him he left, I didn’t chase him, like a Gavin-”

    “ Wait what do you mean by, ‘like a Gavin’”  Markus interrupted, looking at the deviant who stood to  stretch. Markus stood to join him as well, not a big fan of just sitting around.  

    “ Hank kept calling Gavin an asshole, I just figured the words were interchangeable.”  Connor said calmly as he continued. “ I waited for Hank a while at the house after my stress levels lowered ,I even waited outside the bar where we first met, 3:33 am  I received the call from Fowley-”

    ‘ Saying that you failed your mission to protect Hank, what missions have you accomplished, Connor.’

   ‘ Amanda, I need you to stop.’  Connor responded before he realized Markus had set a hand on his arm.   

    “Connor, it isn’t your fault Hank did not come back, a stray PL600  attacked Hank while he was sobering up from berating you, things were a mess Connor, you can’t hold yourself acc-”

    “However I do,  Hank is hurt and he isn’t recognizing me as Connor, he thinks I am Cole and I can’t fix that!  What if he is stuck like this? “ Connor growled angrily looking at Markus who stepped back.

    “ I- I don’t know how long he will be like this Connor, But I will be here for you, and so is Jericho, I promise.” Markus reassured gently, even though he was shocked about the revelation. “Come on, don’t we go to Jericho right now, we can grab Sumo-”

     “No,I need to fulfill my objective Markus I  am going to be Cole, but I need to do some work.  I want to go see Kamski first.” Connor said firmly,  he looked at Markus and noticed the leader’s look appeared to be discomfort, and then resignation.

     “ Okay, let's  go, but I am not going inside.”

     “I don't  want you to come in, I just want the company  on the journey.” Connor stated calmly, as he lead the way out of the park and to the creator.