He was asleep. Connor wasn't sure how that happened. Sure, Androids could mimic the actions of humans, but sleep wasn't required, and complete unconsciousness didn't occur unless there was damage to one of his core features. He could tell that his system was fully operational, so that couldn't be the issue. But as he opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling above the bed, he knew with certainty that somehow he had been asleep.
A memory scan provided no answers. His last recorded history was with Hank at the food truck, and of picking up a few coins on the ground. He sat up on the bed, quickly scanning the room for clues. Connor was immediately drawn to the tablet on the night stand next to him, and he turned his attention to the holographic recording as soon as it began. He walked around the room as the speech continued, looking out the window and in the closet as he processed the information. He stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his tie and examining his slight profile, stopping with a long stare at the LED ring that flickered a pale blue at his temple.
This was a new city. He was alive. And most importantly, he was free. But Connor didn't know how true that would be once he left the room. The welcome message concluded, and he continued to gaze his reflection in the mirror. Humans were unpredictable. While the Androids may have earned their freedom in Detroit, that didn't hold true over all of the United States or even the world, so who could say how the humans and other beings of Atlantis would react to him. Should he be honest about who and what he was? Or should he try to blend in and maintain a disguise?
He hesitated for a moment too long, and ultimately decided to leave the LED in for the time being. He wasn't going to outright lie, but he would try not to call too much attention to himself in the meantime. And too, if his work in Atlantis was going to be anything like his work in Detroit, there would be no shortage of dangerous and high-risk situations. Connor was very aware of his mortality now that he was no longer connected to CyberLife. There would be no opportunity to download into a new body should this one become damaged beyond repair.
Moving back over to the bed, Connor retrieved the tablet from the nightstand and interfaced with the network for quicker access to the information. He quickly confirmed his suspicions that there were no existing CyberLife stores or offices that might give him access to spare parts and Thirium. And so the next logical step would be to scan the employee databases and learn if any of the current residents might have the ability to come up with either the ability to recreate what he might someday need, or at least come up with an alternative that would work.
A man named Anakin Skywalker was listed among the Engineering staff, and his history told Connor that he had built his own protocol droid, but some of the other details in his history suggested that he might not think of Connor as anything more than a machine, and so he continued his search. Caitlin Snow seemed like an interesting lead, but there were some notes in her file about Frost that made him continue decide to continue on. When he came to Tony Stark, Connor calculated a high probability that if anyone in Atlantis was going to be able to help him, it was like the Lead Engineer who had already created independent AIs of his own.
Connor removed his jacket and tie, and put on a baseball cap that he found in the closet. While the hat did not completely cover his LED, he hoped that it would be enough to distract people from noticing. He was going for a casual look to blend in as much as possible as he traveled the streets of Atlantis to seek out Mr Stark.