Things have been very different after the revolution, and he was not the same person as he was now. “I’m having a difficult time adjusting to this new routine.” he admitted. The popcorn was popping away.Ĭonnor looked at his own reflection in the dark liquid. Hank took a gulp from his own mug and set it down on the coffee table. Hank started on the popcorn as he waited for the water to boil, then when the kettle stopped whistling, he walked over to Connor, who was still nestled underneath the blankets on the couch, and placed the hot mug in Connor’s hands. Sumo wandered into the living room from Hank’s bedroom, plopping himself down next to Connor, who fondly scratched him behind the ears. Just say you’d like some hot chocolate and move on, Chrissake.” He smiled, the mugs clinking together on the counter as he opened a bag of hot chocolate powder.Ĭonnor smiled. “Ideal my ass,” Hank teased, setting the two cups down next to the kettle, “you and your fuckin’ legal jargon. Hank wiggled the mug in his hand as Connor considered the offer. Take your pick.”Ĭonnor didn’t actually need any food or drink to survive, but his inner components could still process it. “Hot chocolate, coffee, tea, whatever you want. It must have felt comforting for the android, especially since he’s spent most of his life in the cold, outside during winter during investigations or working at the Detroit Police Station. “You want some?” He offered, holding up the mug with the knitted sleeve. Then, he opened a cabinet, pulling out two mugs from the top shelf, one with a knitted sleeve and the other an old souvenir from The Pirate’s Cove before it shut down. Hank turned on the stove light and pulled out a bag of popcorn kernels from a nearby cupboard. Connor liked movies, they gave him something to analyze. He was a deviant too now, there was no doubt about that, but he wondered if other deviants ever felt the need to revert back to their original programming every now and then like he did.Ĭonnor was covered by a blanket, sitting on the couch while Hank prepared snacks for their nightly movie-watching sessions. He wondered if this was just his programming at work. But Connor felt a genuine sense of pride and calm from bringing order to the disorganized. He was built to solve them, and not doing anything felt…incorrect.Įver since he moved in with the Lieutenant, Connor threw himself into household tasks to try and fight this unnerving restlessness, which would appall the thousands of housekeeping androids who risked their lives to escape the same situation.

He was used to some kind of problem actively pressing into his algorithm.

The entirety of Detroit was at a standstill, but for Connor, everything was too still.

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