#~*The most loyal android he's ever known (c0nn0rb0t)*~

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@c0nn0rb0t (only not in an ask cause i wanted to put a picture -3-/to long, but speaking of celebrating a certain androids birthday)

Hank was finally home after being mysteriously absent most of the day along with sumo also being gone, Of course they’d clearly had something planned since sumo was wearing one of those silly little pointed party hats and he was happily clutching a tied bundle of strings connected to a bunch of blue balloons in his mouth.

He was the one who was sent to find connor while hank set something up in the living room, Well the kitchen table. It didn’t look like a lot, a blue tinged cupcake sat on the table with a lit candle stuck in it, Like a thirium one made for androids, and sat on a piece of paper near the cupcake was a small box wrapped in wrapping paper with a bunch of puppy dogs on it.

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<Booting up - Test run> <Running self-check> <Designated name for model HK800 - Manual input - Hank anderson> <Self-check indicates missing LED - Error: Cannot order new one> //: Awakened

He was awakening, Should he have an LED, it would have flashed yellow upon start up. Blue eyes, Such a startling blue, Artificial, Becomes apparent as they flutter open in the newly awakened, newly made android. Blinking a time or two, Fingers twitching softly before curling and uncurling, Adjusting. Eyes focusing on the surroundings, The home seemed clean, In a scruffy way. Homely

<Accessing memory reserves - Location: Home of Hank anderson (Deceased)>

There was a soft weight next to him, a dog, Sumo his reserves told him. Unit model LC80, missing LED, he finally registered the android in front of him, Brown eyes looked him over. Quiet, Not confused but...quiet, He didn’t seem to wear android clothes, He had a long coat on. Brown, Duster, Model RK800.

<Designation Model RK800 - Given name: Connor anderson - (Son)>

“.....”

( @c0nn0rb0t - Whoops, did i make a starter? i did -3-)

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“Ere’s a fossil chicken almost on ya face.”

@c0nn0rb0t

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c0nn0rb0t replied to your post: "Hank, I require your assistance. Do you happen to...

*quietly gives the puppy eyes* “Can I set the console up?” Android boi over here wanting to play video games

Connor didn’t even need to give puppy dog eyes for this one as he responded.”Yes you can, I don’t know how well these new ass tv’s really take to systems like this, considerin ey old as sin now but. Better yet, i might have an old tv in Mm’ closet we can use connor.”

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♔ (Listen. Connor for sure would Borrow Hank's clothing, cant change my mind)

He actually looked surprised for once, This had to be the first time he saw connor wearing anything that wasn’t his usual get up that stated he was an android…although it still took him a moment to realize the get up looked really, really familiar. In fact.

“..Connor, are wearing my damn clothes?”

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@c0nn0rb0t liked for a starter here

A complete year had passed since detroit had first been essentially handed over to the androids as their own city with markus as it’s leader, It had been a turbulent, busy year. What with most humans moving out, Unneeded ‘rescue’ attempts to get to the ones that wanted to stay within the city, Not to count having to reconsider the police department, What with him and connor being the only two remaining people...well person and android.

Their jobs had mostly been clean up, Watch out for suspicious activity and...well sit around? there wasn’t a lot to do when it came to crime as of recent, Hank was sure in time that activity would pick up, after all nobody was insusceptible to crime. Not even androids could go being peaceful forever though for now, it was peaceful, As peaceful as it could be. What with humanity still adjusting to deviant’s.

In a way he was still learning about connor to, so one day, While sitting on his ratty old couch, He just decided to ask. Glancing to the android.

“Say connor, do you ever think you’ll take off your LED, Not at’ i want you to or anythin but i jus noticed a lot of deviant’s have decided to....why haven’t you?”

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(GET READY FOR SOME PAIN @c0nn0rb0t - ALSO FITTING SONG FOR THEM IN THIS VERSE. SONG)

“I love ya connor...ya like family to me, Always will be...You’re an anderson. ”

The quiet voice of the detective was evident in the household, Soothing, promising, Holding more and more weight to it then ever before. Sure many thought their family dynamic was odd, an android with a human father? many scoffed. Androids and humans alike, But even in the hardest moments, Hank was there. Stepping up to protect him, to protect connor, He didn’t have to but he’d always done it anyway.

It didn’t matter how old hank got, He was always there for connor, always, Protecting, nurturing, teaching him. Everything he could, Everything he knew. Because hank had accepted long before connor that one way he would die and he’d leave connor alone, So like a father, he made sure to always impart information on him...always..

‘But..always didn’t apply to everything did it?’

Teary brown eyes watched the tablet screen solemnly, almost in a glazed daze in the otherwise empty dark bedroom, There was no move to wipe the tears away. leaving stained cheeks, What one didn’t seem to consider was the empty house, No barking sumo, no excited hops from nibbles. No...not even hank’s heavy footsteps littered the home anymore, He was the only left, The only anderson. Conner anderson.

Hank was gone, He wasn’t coming back, Dead, they’d pronounced him dead at the hospital. He’d had to pull the plug, he had to, he had to, he had to....KILL him. Brain dead they said, Gone, Nothing but a body kept alive by machines left, he’d had to say goodbye. Hank couldn’t hear his goodbye, He had to say sorry. Hank hadn’t heard his apology, He wanted to shutdown, He wanted to see him again...

<initiate shutdown - Yes/No?>

All it would take was a single command, Maybe he could see him again?, His finger slipped, Pushing the video again so it played again.

“I love ya connor...ya like family to me, Always will be...You’re an anderson. ”

Hank loved him, No matter what, Hank loved him. He clutched the tablet closer, Pulling the older man’s coat tighter around him, Unable to let it go.

<No - Command cancelled>

“..i love you to dad.”

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c0nn0rb0t replied to your post: Ah talk of ones inevitable mortality tonight...

“Id prefer not to think about human mortality…”

“i know ya don’t, But i can promise i ain’t leavin’ ya for a long time.”

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c0nn0rb0t replied to your post “@myfuckingusername “Hank, I found a relic from 20 years ago. My Data...”

"I kind of like it..could you show me how to use it?"

Heck, fidget spinners to him were a curse that was everywhere in his youth but he could see that connor did like it and he did do a lot of stuff with his hands so maybe...damn, he couldn’t deny the android. Lightly taking it from the bot

“Y’know i can’t say not to you, so ya i’ll show you how to use it, it’s not nothin mind blowing or nothin. First ey’ were called fidget spinners, Typically used by people who had trouble focusing without something to occupy your hands with hence the fidget part, Kinda like a easier to play with, mass marketed version of your coin.”

He pinched the middle part of the spinner and flicked the outside of it even as he said.”At’s all it does, it spins connor, Yes tricks can be done wit it. But at’s bout it.”

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"Thank God you're breathing..."

The first thing that registered was that his chest hurt, as if someone had been pressing down on it hard, repeatedly. There was a slight wheeze as the older man sucked in a breath or two on his own, before coughing out some water from his lungs, his breathing was weak, but he was doing it on his own at least. His eyes’s function returned next, sliding open slightly. Dazed, confused, hazy but aware.

Once they were open, he could see connor, looking up at the android who seemed...concerned? why was he concerned? what happened? Being the bull headed detective he was he tried sitting himself up but grunted at a stabbing pain in his side and around his leg. Gritting his teeth and hissing out a swear, His clothes felt wet...muddy even, at least the ones still on him. He could register his coat wasn’t on him.

He remembered now, a little bit, they’d been chasing a deviant who’d murdered someone, The first true case since detroit was given to the androids. They’d been running over a bridge still slick with rain that was no longer falling,that was built over a river mostly frozen over, he’d been pushed. Slipped over the railing, he could remember the cracking of ice as he hit it...but after that nothing.

now that he was getting his senses back, he was cold, really cold. Numb even, connor looked equally soaked...had..had the android came after him?

“..what..?”

It didn’t hold any of his usual fire.

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Hank knew it was connor’s birthday, It would seem the old man has disappeared from the house for the day nor was he at work, He was gonna be out doin stuff to prepare. Since...far as he was concerned, why not make connor’s first birthday special?