Decipher (Straggler)
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It casts its eyes around the area until it sees her just beyond the bridge, someone it recognizes as familiar. She's standing in the pond, knee-deep and barefoot, her flat-sole shoes left aside by the edge of the bank. One hand is used to hold up the edges of her two-tone blue dress while the other is dipped below the surface of the water, gently swirling, almost teasing.
(This story follows the assumption that Connor has two AIs running within him. We already knows what happens between Connor and Amanda so this story focuses on the other side, instead.)
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It feels as though there's something vibrating in the air as the votes in congress get counted, as it tallies higher and higher in favor of allowing androids permanent rights as equally granted to those of the human species. It feels like a bubble fit to burst and he's not sure whether it will be with a bang or a whimper when finally, finally, the majority votes win. Hank explodes out of the kitchen with a yell that spills his drink across his shirt and the floor, loud enough that it gets Sumo up on all fours howling in excitement.
'We did it.'
'We're free,' Damian says quietly and lays a hand in solidarity on Bryan's other shoulder.
(This part takes place after Diverge, written through 800-60's perspective of them finding their footing now that things are now starting to settle down, post-revolution.)
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- Part 3 of Brotherhood
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Connor's optical units fizzle in and out of focus. It sees Detective Reed standing over its body, smoking barrel still pointed at its head, a pleased smirk on his face.
'Maybe you shoulda focused less on that useless piece of trash and more on not pissing me the fuck off.'
'Reed!' The Captain shouts.
The memory cuts off.
(This one-shot assumes that Hank quit the DPD after losing Cole. Connor is instead partnered with Detective Reed throughout the Deviancy cases. It does not go well and several instabilities occur as time progresses.)
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He expects to wait a minimum of ten working days to get any sort of reply but he's surprised when Captain Fowler calls him at 8:37PM on the very same day of his submission and tells him he can start next Monday. He blinks, surprised, and when he catches the smirk on Hank's face that he tries to hide behind a nearly-empty tumbler of whiskey he knows immediately the older man must've had some hand in that decision to hire him back onto the DPD workforce.
Connor feels grateful but it doesn't stop him from making sure Hank doesn't try his level best to drink his entire stash of alcohol in a single sitting.
'Fuck's sake, Connor. It's just one beer.'
'You've already had two servings of whiskey prior to this beer.'
(This one-shot came from the thought that everybody has different ways of coping with stress. Connor finds his own method of dealing with it and learns something new along the way.)
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'Any last words?' It asks after the completion of its mission, keeping the finger on the trigger and carefully watching the deviant as it struggles to stay upright, thirium-310 spilling out of its chassis, stress levels rising as the timer counts down its last moments.
'Please,' it starts to say, a flawless imitation of pain on its face and in its voice, 'Let me go to Hank.'
(This short story is written in the perspective of Connor-60 during the events of CyberLife tower. It observes Connor-51 as it approaches the last minutes of its life.)
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