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Your phone has been ringing nonstop ever since early afternoon as you were trying to collect a well needed breath in your home. Well, correction.

It's been ringing ever since yesterday after you met up with Connor and Hank at the station, about the error that 'somehow' entered Connor's software and cause the graphic interface to shut down as a result.

Then again, you did answer yesterday's call. The director's of CyberLife were showing deep 'concern' at what could've caused the error.

"We just are unable to comprehend that somehow an error caused the AM Suite program to shut down," the director of synthetics spoke, a hint of suspicion in his tone. "You've never made a mistake like this, Doctor (Y/N). Although we do understand it could have had something to do with your off brand Thirium 310 project you achieved for the RK800 series which you did not properly disclose to us about."

"I did not wish to bother all of you on a project that was still in its baby stage," you easily answered. Trying to not let irritation overcome you as you typed along your laptop, tabs open with one watching Connor's maintainability levels as you sat cross legged on your (sofa type) couch in your living room, Chloe preparing food in the background with your cat rubbing its head on your thighs cutely. "The experimentations with the other RK800's may have passed within the Tower, but they were never properly tested out in the field."

"If you told us about your Thirium 310 project—"

"Thirium 317." You corrected the woman director of biocomponents.

"—then the error wouldn't have probably been caused in the first place then, Doctor (Y/N). Amanda did not enjoy being temporarily terminated within the RK800's mindscape." She continued, abrasive. It made you smile in amusement at her annoyance, you annoying any of the director's brings you sick joy. And your patience for the directors are wearing very thin.

As well as Amanda.

"The error would've been cause either way," you lied through your teeth, "And why would I bother all of you with a project that may or may not have worked? The lot of you would be too busy doing paperwork to make my project official before I could even start on said project. I wanted to do this as quickly as possible."

You heard them mutter and give whispers to each other but you could honestly care less. They're interrupting you on your personal project that you've been working on for years. RA9 has haunted you, it's always haunted you. Ever since that foolish day you started messing with that ARI.

Should've figured they cancelled the production of those stupid glasses for a reason,  you were just too foolish to realize it.

But you're foolish about many things.

Like resetting the KL900 model and releasing it to be sold instead of you keeping it. But it was outside of your control. RA9 must be pleased. All of them.

"Alright," the voice of the director of LED said, "we get your point. But this still doesn't make sense to us. How can the best of CyberLife's workers somehow cause an error? It's just. . . odd."

Figures. That's the thing these bastards seem to remember, where it screws you and causes suspicion to rise? You should be benched, forever in the sidelines. Your role is not to be noticed.

You were never supposed to be noticed. In the spotlight for people to look at you.

An image of always lost and confused brown eyes with an innocent pout came upon your mind. He wasn't supposed to look at you either. . . But he did. He does.