Origninal Over Fakes (Connor X Reader)

Chapter 6

Connor's POV

Seeing Hank sitting on the bench, I get out and walk towards him.

He glanced up. "Nice view huh? I used to come here a lot before."

Before what?

He takes a drink from his beer.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?"

"Do all Androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you?" He sounds annoyed.

"I saw a photo of a child on your kitchen table." He seems uncomfortable. "It was your son, right?"

"Yeah. His name was Cole." There is a tone in his voice-- one I can't understand. He is quiet after.

"Before what?" I ask. "You said, ' I used to come here a lot before.' before what?"

"Before. . . Before nothing."

Looking around, I feel like nothing is being done. "We are not making any progress in this investigation. The deviants have nothing in common." I can't find anything to connect them. . . Nothing except for. . . "rA9. It's almost like some kind of myth. Something they invented that wasn't a part of their original program."

"Androids believing in God. . . Fuck, what's this world coming to?"

He seems. . . Preoccupied. . . By something.

"This two girls, they just wanted to be together. They really seemed. . . To be in love."

Androids. . . Can't love. . . Right? We are not made to love.

"You seem troubled Lieutenant. I didn't think machines could have such an effect on you," I comment.

There is a pause as he stands. "What about you Connor?"

What about me?

Hank approaches. "You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?"

He seems curious-- is he testing me?

"I'm whatever you want me to be," is the answer I give. "Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task."

He comes closer. "You could have shot those two girls but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot Connor?" I feel him shove me back like I did something wrong.

Why didn't I shoot them? They are deviants. I am an Android made to investigate deviants. That is my purpose.

"Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?" He seems hostile.

"No. I just decided not to shoot." Is that the right answer? "That's all. . ."

The man suddenly pulls out his pistol, pointing it at my head. "But are you afraid to die Connor?"

Am I? I am a machine-- I can be replaced. I can feel my pump pumping quickly. Am I only a machine? Then why is my pump malfunctions especially around. . . Around (y/n). . . And I just want to hug her all of the time. . .