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Fan-fiction of Detroit: Become Human
Timeline: After the perfect ending
Ship: Connor x Female OC
Attention: If you are not familiar with the game, you may not be able to understand this story.
Late at night, Hank’s snore has already become Connor’s metronome to kill time. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, running a routine self-test program. The cold blue code brought the mechanical sound of software execution, somewhat harsh, but just by touching Sumo’s soft fur, these did not seem so unbearable anymore.
“An anomaly is detected.” A red note flashed in front of him. Connor stopped what he was doing, starting to look for the source of the anomaly.
His memory database had some noise, but he just updated his database today, and it was obviously still normal at that time.
“The test is completed. There is no abnormality.” The red warning disappeared, replaced with green words, but the noise in his database was still there.
Maybe there was an error in his self-test program.
He restarted his firewall and reran his self-repair program, but the noise remained.
It seemed that he needed to check manually.
Anyway, there were still five hours and forty-three minutes until dawn.
Connor browsed every piece of information, mission information when working for Cyberlife, all of Detroit Police Department’s case records, archives of all conversations in Jericho… His information seemed to be correct, then where did that noise come from?
When Connor was about to give up, he flipped to the last folder — “RK800 Modal Information.” The noise seemed to come from here.
He, RK800 Serial Number 313 248 317 51, Detective Android, scanned others from the moment he left the assembly room, but he never questioned his own settings.
He opened the file:
Connor Modal RK800
#313 248 317 51
Produced by all the researchers of Cyberlife.
Compared with other androids, his information was really too short. As the most advanced android from Cyberlife, there was not even a detailed description of each component.
This data must have been overwritten.
Letting his software run through a few operations, he tried to restore the file to a previous version. The noise was getting worse, but this time, a string of code was decoded.
…9
…a9
rA9
Like a god to deviants, but since he became a deviant, no information about rA9 has been received, so the rA9 here must existed in his default settings.
He tried to analyze this code, resulting in error warnings and more rA9 attacks. He bypassed these meaningless programs and probed deeper into the data. Eventually, a blurry video was dug out, so blurry that only many figures could be seen.
“,,,Go…” A small voice reached his mechanical brain.
“…nor…go…”
“Connor, go!”
“Overheating, the running program is forced to stop.”
Before Connor could analyze the voice’s owner, his self-protection threw him out. He had to let the parts cool down first. The self-test program still showed that everything was normal, so the memory must belong to him.
It was a heart-rending, girlish cry.
Sumo next to him had already fallen asleep, and it was almost dawn.
It was better to find time to see Kamski.
He wrote it in the memo.
Today was Christmas. The streets were full of joy. It has only been a month since Markus’ peaceful march and the demolition of the recycling centers, and the world has already moved on like nothing happened. What technology brought was the pursuit of new products and the three-minute enthusiasm for the past. But for deviants, this phenomenon was beneficial.
“Hey, Connor!” Hank’s impatient voice came. He seemed to have entered standby mode unknowingly. In human language, it would be “in a daze.”
“Why have you become sluggish recently? Is it because you’re out of battery or something?” Hank took a bite of a donut and typed on the computer slowly. After all, the damn job of being a police officer had nothing to do with the Christmas holiday.
Connor connected his hand to the computer and used part of his brain to work: “Ever since I became a deviant, I have often received unfamiliar data, but those are not external information…”
“In English, please?”
“I have some strange memories that are not mine.”
“You have amnesia?”
“My memory bank has not been deleted since I was created in Cyberlife.”
“Did you go see that philosophical weirdo?”
“Yes, I asked Mr. Kamski to check it, but he said there was nothing wrong with my memory.”
“Huh…” Hank swallowed another donut and stretched: “I don’t know anything about technology, but you can leave early if you’re not feeling well.”
“Thank you, but these will not affect my ability, please don’t worry.”
The two returned to the case files again. Unlike Hank, Connor’s super brain could handle dozens of tasks at the same time, like now, he turned up the acuity of his voice-detect to listen to the conversations of other people in the office.
The news on TV was about androids. After the successful demonstration, Markus and everyone in Jericho established the Android Rights Organization to coordinate with the human government on laws related to deviants. Based on humanity’s current acceptance of new things, everything should go smoothly.
Cyberlife at the center of the storm also had important news. Kamski, the once-retired founder, returned to Cyberlife and transformed it into selling blue blood and bio-components, as well as the development of functional upgrade software. The current draft bill did not seem to intend to restrict the production and sale of unawakened androids. Presumably, Cyberlife would be able to return to its original revenue soon.
“Hank, Connor!” Captain Fowler’s loudspeaker-like voice came: “In my office!”
“An anonymous report is received. Cyberlife is suspected of kidnapping and child abuse.” The wrinkles between Fowler’s brows deepened.
“Is it verified?” Hank was confused.
Usually, kidnappings were committed by individuals or gangs, but this time the accused was a listed company Cyberlife.
“I don’t know. He hung up the phone before we could ask for more information. However, the reporter pointed out that Kamski’s retirement is related to this matter. You had already visited him in previous cases, so I assign this case to you also.”
“Fuck, his place is really uncomfortable.”
“Hank, don’t complain about the taste of the general public.”
“You’ll know I’m right once you go there.” Hank went out with a bang: “Connor, gotta go!”
“Have a nice day, Captain.”
“Connor, your social-relation program is as bad as usual.”
The thick white snow surrounded the black industrial-style villa, or in Hank’s words, it was an empty box with nothing.
Unfortunately, Kamski was not at home today, and even his secretary Chloe went out together. However, the deviant Chloe still simply served them and warmed up their bodies in this cold winter. It seemed to be an interim trip for Kamski. The androids at home did not know when he would come back.
“Looks like we have to come back another day.” Hank was about to leave, but Connor grabbed him.
“No, Lieutenant, we should wait for Mr. Kamski to come back. Since the reporter spoke anonymously and hung up without giving us a chance to question him, it means that his situation is not safe. It will be better to know the identity of the person who reported the crime.”
“That makes sense, but won’t it cause trouble for Miss Chloe?”
“No, Mr. Anderson, please don’t be restrained. There is a library upstairs. If you get bored of waiting, you can go and have a look.”
“Thank you, Miss Chloe.”
The two followed Deviant Chloe’s suggestion and found the stairs next to the swimming pool. Unlike Hank’s impatience, Connor stared at the ground for a long time.
“Hey, Connor, you crashed again?”
“… There is someone in the basement.” He answered while enduring the dazzling light in his head. Every time he tried to detect the individual in the basement, the noise from the factory data became stronger and stronger.
“Maybe it’s Kamski’s other androids?” Hank shrugged.
“No, I really detected a human being.” Connor said firmly, and this human being was related to his strange memories.
“That’s really strange. Kamski doesn’t live with his family, and I haven’t heard that he has a significant other.” Hank pondered: “Should we ask Miss Chloe?”
“Mr. Kamski has never revealed who he is living with, which means those Chloes are likely been ordered.”
“Maybe he’s just very private.”
“No, if my inference is correct, this person is related to the case.” Connor explained: “Ten years ago, Mr. Kamski suddenly announced his retirement without explaining the reason. If what the reporter said is true…”
“It means that the person in the basement is the victim saved by Kamski or the criminal he is protecting.” After Hank confirmed that there was no trace of Chloe around, he pulled out his gun: “It seems that we have to personally meet this person. Connor, stay behind me.”
“Got it.”
“Crack,” before they started to act, the door to the basement opened and a young girl came out. It seemed to be a laboratory because the girl was wearing a white lab coat.
The three of them seemed to pause for a moment. As usual, Connor’s detective mode had already scanned everything he saw…
“Person unknown.” Huge red words appeared on his interface.
[ To Be Continued ]
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