|ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ (cyberlife) wrote in theconsolelog,|
@ 2018-06-19 23:24:00
|Entry tags:||connor, hank anderson|
WHO: Hank Anderson & Connor
The Android sent by Cyberlife
WHERE: New Leaf Village
WHEN: June 18th
WHAT: Blinking from one crazy world into a new one
WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN - And Hank will probably curse. He likes doing that.
Androids had no real sense of time seeing as they didn't necessarily need to keep a schedule. Connor only had to allocate dates with evidence and instructions. But needless to say, the battle for Detroit had easily been the longest day Connor had ever witnessed. He had become deviant, opened his eyes, and apparently found what he was truly looking for. Along with aiding Markus in a peaceful rebellion to save their people most of the events seemed as though they should have been much more spaced out. Yet they happened all the same, he'd had no time to sit and analyze, try and come up with excuses for his actions or avoid the inevitable any longer.
And it felt good. It felt right. If he could say that he knew what that was supposed to feel like.
He did now know what it meant to be free of his programming, Amanda, and CyberLife. While the cause for androids was important, Connor wouldn't have been able to do anything or be anyone without Hank. When things were settled he took to meeting at Hank's favorite self-contaminating food stand, long since abandoned after the night had passed. Almost ghostly, yet peaceful. His friend was safe and that was what mattered to Connor. Had he seen him smile like that before? Not sarcastically or when he'd been trying to goad the presence of what Connor had been trying to deny for their entire investigation? Probably not. It made Connor smile too. One he didn't have to try and force for the sake of emoting, it just, pulled to the corners of his lips. Before he knew it his human companion had also yanked him against his shoulder, the android catching his balance and gripping Hank at first in mild confusion but returning the gesture more easily. A hug, a simple thing he'd seen humans do plenty of times but what did it really mean?
Connor closed his eyes but briefly, letting his head rest against Hank's shoulder--which smelled like whiskey and Sumo--and he let himself feel again. It was care. And Connor was thankful he meant more than just a machine or a means to an end to anyone. Especially Hank.
The feeling was short-lived as he opened his eyes again, blinking quickly, letting go of Hank and glancing around them. "What..where.." The LED on the side of his temple wound yellow as he ran a scan of their environment. He didn't need to in order to see they were no longer at The Chicken Feed. Or Detroit. It was not snowing, it was sunny, birds were chirping, things were green and the environment was lush with life. The sky was blue and in the distance, homes, a town center...talking animals. His scans only analyzed the name of the town and how many miles it spanned. It didn't make any sense. Connor tensed, briefly panicking that his emergency exit had failed and this was another program to trap his interface.
The familiar bark of a certain Saint Bernard beside them pulled the android from his recoil, but his LED was still red now. "Hank..do you know what's happening?" Connor looked at him hopefully, eyes uncharacteristically lively. He didn't want CyberLife to trick him into taking over his programming. But there was no way they could have gotten what they needed to simulate Hank and Sumo. Could they? "I'm trying to analyze our location but I've got no information on it. New...Leaf? Is the name of the area. Is this another district they were constructing?" That they...magically got to after hugging. With Hank's dog.