You are Alive, Connor! - DBH Connor x Gender Neutral Reader - Story Driven

Eleven

Chapter Eleven

"Good morning." Connor says, waking you up.

You open your eyes to see him standing above your bed, looking at you.

"Good morning..?" You say, sleep still in your voice.

"Sorry to wake you early, though there's something on the news I think you should see." Connor says, apologetic. You glance at the clock, 5:27 AM. If it was being broadcasted this early, it must be important.

You get up and walk to the TV in the living room.

"Where's Hank?" You ask.

"He's still sleeping, I figured it'd be best to not wake him, as long as you were here to see it at least." Connor says.

You nod and sit on the couch, Connor unpausing the cable.

"We interrupt this broadcast with breaking news.." The news reporter starts.

"At exactly 2 AM, several CyberLife stores in Detroit were raided. It seems to be a coordinated terrorist attack." This caught your attention. Terrorist attacK?

"Most shop windows were covered in graffiti demanding rights for androids, and other obscure slogans. Police are still investigating this incident.

"Though, according to our sources, they confirm that the attackers were a group of androids. This is an alarming situation. Could our machines now be turning against us? Have androids become a threat to our security?"

You turn off the TV. You didn't care to hear their fear mongering.

"No casualties, it sounds like." You say.

"None of this makes sense.. Deviants conducted this? The only reason they're simulating emotions is because they're overwhelmed from the lack of instruction. How could they coordinate this?" Connor says, thinking out loud.

"Maybe they just want to be free. Maybe they're really alive." You say.

Connor stays silent, his LED blinking between yellow and blue.

The last time you argued about deviants being alive, there were a lot less cases, none of which had come close to the cases you've seen recently. You really did believe that androids were alive, though Connor always fought it. Without him realizing it, fighting the truth because he didn't know how to take it was more human than if he just believed that the deviants had feelings.

You take your eyes off Connor and look at the black TV screen. They seemed peaceful, they just wanted freedom. None of their demands were hostile or unreasonable, yet the media is making it out to be that way. You think of all the deviant cases that you've taken. None of them were evil, none of them were malicious. They just wanted to be free.

After a few minutes of silence, you decide to break it.

"What are you thinking about?" You ask Connor.

"I don't understand deviants anymore." Connor says, unsure. "I thought I had them figured out, I thought they're programming was overwhelmed from the lack of someone there to tell them what to do.

"How could that be true when they planned something like this? This was well organized.." Connor trails off.

"Some of them laid their lives down in the attack. I don't understand why.. Why would they do that? Did they become too stressed out? That makes sense, but then it doesn't make sense on why the others didn't self-destruct." Connor continues.

"Their behaviour is erratic and unpredictable, which went along with my theory, though there's so much more we've learned about them since then."

Connor was just rambling, thinking to himself out loud.

If anyone was overwhelmed, it was him. Everything he thought he had figured out had come to be disproven the past couple of days.

"Don't stress yourself out about it," You say, standing up and placing your hand on his shoulder. "there's more time to figure things out, it's okay to not know right now." You say with a smile.

He seems to relax, thinking about your words.

"You're right, thank you." He says, smiling at you.

"Besides," You say, "I think Hank got us a time to meet Elijah Kamski later today, maybe we'll learn something there."

"That's if he knows anything." Connor says, doubtingly.

"All we can do is hope." You say, with another smile.

He returns your smile again, and you turn around, heading for the hallway.

"If you don't mind, I'd love to grab a few more hours of sleep." You say to Connor.

"That would be ideal, so far you've gotten 6 hours and 18 minutes of sleep. I'll wake you up in 1 hour and 42 minutes." Connor says, smiling.

You chuckle, "You've kept track on how long I've been sleeping?" You ask, with a grin of amusement on your face.

Connor shrugs, as if this was common knowledge, and you look to the ground smiling before turning around and going back to your room.

End of Chapter Eleven

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