Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Human

Nov 9th, 04:13 P.M.

There was Connor at the Zen Garden once again. The environment was cold, and somewhat dark. An uneasy feeling hovered the garden that once was warm and peaceful. The android walked carefully over to Amanda as the falling snow touched his freckles.

"After what happened today, the country is on verge of a civil war." She started. "The machines are rising up against their masters. Humans have no choice but to destroy them."

"I thought Kamski knew something..." Connor said. "but I was wrong..."

"Maybe he did..." Said Amanda. "But you chose not to ask."

"Kamski was just playing with me... He didn't know anything."" Connor reasoned. His words... sounded like insecurity. But he tried to be cold, to be as objective as he was meant to be. But the questions, the things that Kamski said... Something was wrong, and Connor noticed. "I'm not an unique model, am I?" He questioned as he recalled himself when you were in a state of shock when you saw him at Kamski's place. "How many Connors are there?"

[Software Instability ^]

"I don't see how that question pertains your investigation." The A.I objectively said.

"You didn't tell me everything you know about deviants, did you?." Connor said.

"I expect you to find answers, Connor." Said Amanda, her semblance gradually getting tense. "Not to ask questions." She noticed some kind of abnormality in Connor's sudden questions, which worried her thoughts. "Have you experienced anything unusual recently? Any doubts or conflicts? Do you feel anything for these deviants... Or for Lieutenant Anderson?... Or maybe Officer (Y/N) (L/N)?"

Connor's LED instantly blinked yellow when he heard you name. He has been thinking about his new friendship with you from time to time, and kindly absorbing your comments, your thoughts... mostly about the investigation. It's confusing, you seem to be too comprehensive about this subject. The things you've said... may have created something in his mind. Connor believes that is not either yours or Hank's fault, but only and exclusively his for not being so resistant to both your personal issues. "I've started having thoughts that are not part of my program... I've considered the possibility... That I might be compromised."

[Software Instability ^]

"You've been confronted with difficult situations." Said Amanda with somewhat comforting yet logical words. "It's no surprise you're troubled. That doesn't make you a deviant." She stepped forward. "You're the only one who can prevent civil war. Find the deviants or there will be chaos. This is your last chance, Connor."

Connor brought himself back to reality, in Capitain Fowler's office.

"You're off the case." Said Fowler. "The FBI is taking over."

"What??" You and Hank said in unison. 

"But we're onto something!" Hank said. "We.. We just need more time, I'm sure we can--"

"Hank," Fowler interrupted. "you don't get it. This isn't just another investigation, it's a fucking civil war! It's out of our hands now... We're talking about national security here."

"Fuck that! You can't just pull the plug now. Not when we're so close!" Hank responded.

"He's right, Captain." You said. "You let this case on us, you can't just kick the bucket!"

"(L/N), it's not that simple. By the way, it's not even you whose in charge of this." Fowler argued. "And Hank, you're always saying you can't stand androids! Jesus, Hank, make up you're mind! I thought you'd be happy for this!"