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At the movement's core though, its concept was really not as complicated as he and everyone else were making it out to be, he was coming to understand better. "I was happy to feel useful. A simple and heartwarming outing he was sure Hank would enjoy. "I meant what I said yesterday, " came Connor's answer, completely serious. Like, what would you like to do right now? " I don't know how to express what I feel for the deviants who suffered and were des–killed by my actions or involvement, but I still wish to work on deviant and homicide cases that will inevitably spike over the coming months, only, with Markus' goal of peace between our kind in mind. Summary: Hank finds Connor in deep stasis and takes advantage of the opportunity to get up and close to the android out of his own personal curiosity, before falling down the rabbit hole that is his reflection process digesting his thoughts and views of androids, Connor, and the battles androids will face soon enough to successfully obtain the freedoms and rights they had fought so hard for. Connor's expression was one of peaceful calm, the stress lines on his forehead were smoothed out and there was no tension pulling taut any of his pseudo-muscles. That is correct chloe temple. Sparing Kamski's Chloe. I think we can work something out. This series will also have Hank/Connor romance and explicit smut, just so you guys are aware sooner than later when we eventually get to that point. Looking like a fucking corpse on his couch. So what if humans and androids didn't bleed the same color?

"That's going to take getting used to, " he muttered to himself. Chloe temple facial by surprise.com. Leafyleaf, The_AntPhony, Hackmanite, moonewaves, MintyWords, cowboypissboot, Riley_means_valient, AllThingsMagical321, potatopeeler, Writer_or_Whatever, Jaypawzzzzzzzzzz, tentoriumcerebelli, myslnik, Bluesexual, NyakoZhovur, Grimzo, Mrktrne, KikoNysKo, Inquisitor_ln, spacesheriff, Niopka, Silvia_PamPam, Hablar_en_sombras, TheAppleOfEvesEye, CrustyRatBurger, bananamangoing, Sunny__Dandelions, Erzs, lolo_popoki, Cherpov, and mistsong as well as 12 guests left kudos on this work! "Ah, " came Hank's reply. I wrote and revised this one easily five or six times, and I'm honestly quite happy with it, so I decided to finally stop fussing. He gestured to his spot on the couch in silent request, to which Connor readily obliges, adjusting himself to be sitting in his same spot last night, wrapped at the waist down in the blanket.

He tapped the couch arm a few times, thinking. Though I modified my settings to try and more closely imitate human sleep. "I work homicide investigations for a living, Con, and you looked half-way to be ready to be interred. Weather Forecast: Cloudy skies, light flurries beginning around 8pm. Saving him from falling off the rooftop when the deviant, Rupert, pushed him over. "The hell's your life come to, Hank, " he laughed hollowly, scrubbing the dredges of sleep from his face. Hank never fully accepted that Connor did it only to please CyberLife and fulfill his mission. When they started putting ultra-realistic faces on them, it got creepy. Hank was hovering over him, giving him an inscrutable look.

"You have been drinking again, " he remarked, frowning. I'm generally good about tagging significant stuff, which'll be more prominent as the series continues. Least give me some room on the couch if you're going to keep sleeping, " he groused louder, shaking the android's shoulder. Was there a realistic potential for the two concepts to dance the tango together until they ironed out all their missteps and flowed as one? I can be sure to include it in my active subroutines during stasis, " Connor agreed, giving Hank a discreet cursory scan. I hate to break it to you, but my life's honestly boring as shit. " Date: Saturday, November 13th. The stove clock read 9:53, and already Hank was contemplating a third beer, having finished two bottles and his coffee over breakfast.

"I tried to simulate human sleep too effectively, and accidentally entered a deep state of stasis I haven't experienced previously. There were so many possibilities leading down so many avenues spidering out farther and farther and fa–. Notes: Hallo, hallo! His gaze lingered on Connor's chest troublingly, remembering after the altercation with the broadcasting deviant he had been interrogating while they had all been in the hall still, unaware he had wandered down there to question the androids. Just so you look less dead, please. 'Course I'm going to drink to get that sight out of my mind. " Hank offered Connor a sympathetic look, empathizing with the guilt and baggage that came with that sort of turmoil. Hank beelined for the kitchen and popped a beer immediately from the fridge, drinking half before setting up his drip coffee maker. If you would be interested in getting out of the house for a while? " As for helping Connor get back on his feet, well, baby steps.

"I guess I really am allowed to want things now, huh? " When Kamski showcased the first fully functional and independently intelligent android, the Chloe series, he had well and truly thought humanity had lobotomized themselves in the pursuit for progress. "Do you have anything planned for the day? " Feet up on the coffee table. As offsetting as it looked, Hank took it all in, fascinated once he got over the initial shock. They never did go back to the house. Sumo was sound asleep in his dog bed. They've had a lot of close calls, but that had been the closest Connor had gotten to dying. "You uh, was that stasis you were in? "Can you keep whatever program lets you simulate breathing on going forward?

As creepy as what he was doing was, and he absolutely knew he was being at least moderately creepy right now, Hank looked Connor up and down with an investigator's eye for detail like this was going to be the only time he'd ever get to examine a functioning android this closely. He quickly narrowed his thoughts to what he found familiar. Returning to the kitchen for his coffee, Hank fed Sumo and took some extra time to whip up a plain breakfast out of the simple need for sustenance, and sat at the table in view of Connor in a way where he could look away and pretend he was minding his own business if there were any signs of life. "Hey, Connor, wake up, " Hank patted the android's shoulder. He had saved his colleague officer M. Wilson's life way back in August, when the name "Connor" meant nothing to him to the point he hadn't even connected the dots until he heard M. Wilson thanking Connor personally in the broadcast tower while they were investigating the scene. He shoved the terrifying memory away. "How 'bout focusing on something small? Saving Hank for the third time to the man's chagrin, from his own evil copy in the pit of CyberLife tower no less. Hank patiently watched the yellow LED spin, amusedly comparing it to a buffering mouse cursor icon. He looked at Connor. He hoped in no small way though Markus would be successful in his political campaign now that things were supposedly moving to talks now, if just for Connor's behalf–as selfish as that was of him to think. They never spoke of it again. Mostly just forgetting additions like "swearing", "alcohol use/abuse/alcoholism", and the like for appropriate warnings. I had thought I was doing good, and doing good gave me a great sense of satisfaction, no matter the impact of my actions.

He had woken remembering last night, or at least most of it, considering he passed out drunk at some unknown point during the evening. I hope you guys enjoy! "I don't really do much on my days off. He kept an eye on the LED as he studied Connor's face further, gaze wandering over the dusting of freckles and minute blemishes that added to the realism of his appearance. Connor smiled wide, hopeful.