Hank Anderson (
heavymetalgears) wrote2018-09-01 09:29 pm
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thedevianthunter | just wondering what's going on here.
Hank's home at the kitchen table going through the mail yet not opening any of the messages as he swipes through his inbox. Most of it is junk and the rest of it contains things he has no interest in. Sumo is relaxing in the living room, as per usual, and there's a soft snore rumbling every so often.
Beside his arm, on the table, is a half eaten sandwich and a big-gulp cup half full of beer. He makes the occasional remark as he continues to swipe past the emails.
Beside his arm, on the table, is a half eaten sandwich and a big-gulp cup half full of beer. He makes the occasional remark as he continues to swipe past the emails.
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But he lost control. He lost time. He lost memory. If he didn't remember the picture, didn't remember the strangeness of that night, he would have thought it was Amanda, that was she back. He hoped it wasn't that even if it was an easier explanation. He could deal with a new threat.
Roxas was right though. Hank was a keen observer and he knew Connor. Maybe he could shed light on what's happened.
He unlocks the door and steps inside his home. Smiling as Sumo bounds over to him and he kneels down to greet the dog. "Hello Sumo. Have you been a good boy for Hank while I was gone?"
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Hank’s wearing a Steeler’s jersey and light grey sweatpants with thick white socks and he makes his way into the living room with his cup of beer. “What’s going on?”
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Connor looked up, hesitated, and if that wasn't telling enough, his LED flickered yellow for several seconds. "I may have discovered something of a criminal mastermind," he said, voice carefully neutral. He stands up with one last pat to Sumo and crosses his arms in front of him. "On what might be a related note, you've been side eyeing me lately. I would like to know why."
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“Figured it was you upgrading or some shit.” He looked over the other. “You, .. said it’s related to some sort of masterminded crime?”
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Well, that is concerning. He hasn't been noticing anything like that. Maybe he should have gone over more security tapes, see if it happened more? He will need to later, see how well he could track it.
"I haven't made a significant upgrade since a week after the demonstration," Connor said. When he went through his system and did his very best to remove any traces of Amanda.
"When I covered Jeffers shift a few weeks ago, I received a call. A young man was worried about someone he'd seen unmoving outside his house for some time. Hours. I thought it might be an android who shut down unexpectedly, but from what I could tell of the low quality picture, it wasn't any model I new. It was too....tall. I arrived. And I remember my vision going staticy," Connor said, voice still neutral, detached. He doesn't sit, but he does start to pace. "Then nothing. Next I knew, I was in a charging station at the precinct. I didn't even think about how the missing time was odd until the young man contacted me to ask about it."
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Then he looked back to Connor. “Well, there’s a market for modded androids, as there is with anything.. else.. Wouldn’t be surprised if it ended up being a broken model due to some incompetent asshole’s meddling.”
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He takes a breath he doesn't need. Then another and another, letting the reoeated motion calm him for his next admission. "I was logged into the case files. Whatever I worked on is completely deleted from the system. I think....I was used to do that."
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“Okay. Lets go.” He patted his thighs and was down the hall to his bedroom in no time. He dressed and came back out with a warmer outfit to meet the cold outside. He pulled his jacket on and grabbed his scarf. “We’re going to get some answers here.. what is this picture business you were talking about? Let me see?”
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He's a good man at heart, and has Connor's back.
Connor held out his hand, the image popping up in a hologram. "There in the background," he said, pointing the picture behind the tree. "The fact it got past my firewalls without my noticing neans it has to be one of the more advanced models."
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He buckles up and looks across at Connor. “Any one make any calls about their androids, or themselves, acting a bit off?”
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Connor raises an eyebrow as he's given the keys and did a quick scan of Hank. He frowned. "You really shouldn't drink that much alone," he said, voice a bit softer. He hated Hank drinking. He hated Hank drinking a lot alone even more. He knows getting him to stop completely will be a long and difficult process, if at all possible, but he can hope he can at least deter the worst.
Though he needs to be sure he's safe first.
Connor moves over to the driver's side, buckling up himself. "Not yet. Though that could have also been in the case files. I'll contact Markus later and see if Jericho has gotten any reports. Androids may still be too wary to come to the police about this," he said, reaching to start the car.
And pausing.
"....Lieutenant, I'm going to say something very upsetting, but please understand, I'm saying it for the best possible outcome of us both in a worst case scenario."
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He looked back to the other and his brow raised with the leading question. Connor had this way of speaking that was just so Connor and Hank found himself going back to the first time they met. Well, one of the first times they met, Connor had said something about specifically being built to be as normal and adaptable to human conversations and normalcies as possible. Shit, he couldn’t remember when that was but it was pretty funny, even still today. Nobody talked like Connor.
Guess that’s the charm of him? Bah, not that Hank would give that out as an easy compliment!
“Oh?” He finally said, “well, you’ve already started today off strong, might as well keep up the mood.”
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Connor hesitates. Sighs. Then puts a hand at jaw level and another right above his thirium pump. "This area, near the center, is an optimal area to shoot me and have me shut down and still have me repaired. Knees would be best if you can make the shot and are certain I don't have a gun," he said and lowered his hands, eyes still trained forward. "In case I'm compromised and become a threat."
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After everything the other has been through he was certain some rogue android wasn’t going to be the one to bring him down. Not after having faced an army of them.
Connor was adaptable in that sense. After all. “Jesus H. Christ.” Was his final thought on the matter.
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He almost shot Markus. He would have shot Markus if not for Kamski's games. He should tell Hank. But the words don't come.
He closed his eyes, hands gripping his knees. "Maybe nothing like that will happen. But if it does, a non-critical shut down is the most probable we both make it out alive. I don't want it to happen. But I'd rather encourage it then be used to....to hurt anyone. Especially you."
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Hank took his hand back and thought again to change the subject. “Tell me about the caller. It could have been a trap.” He suggested.
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Connor finalky starts the car and pulls out if the driveway. "His name is Roxas, fifteen years old," Connor said and there would be a beep from Hank's phone. "That's a transcript of our conversations. He seemed genuinely concerned so if its a trap, that combined with his age makes it unlikely he was a knowing participant."
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Still, kind of curious just because Hank was a curious sort of old fart.
“Hey, you never know bout these kids these days.. they’re into all sorts of weird shit. They come out techno-ready; like you.” He glanced over to Connor and wondered: what was his first memory even? Hell, he’d probably recall it crystal clear.
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"Understanding technology doesn't necessarily translate into being devious. I was rather unique in that regard," Connor commented, glancing over with a quirked eyebrow, before turning his eyes to the road again. Though it did take some time to get to that level. He could remember frying the processors of his first few builds. It took a lot of work to make the level of free will he had without having it evolve naturally. "He could be a pawn, that was a possibility I hadn't considered."
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“I’ve seen kids coached to say and behave some pretty terrible shit about their parents.. all it does is turn them into pretty broken adults.”
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It seemed less than ideal then trying to start with how relationships failed before understanding ones that work.
"It does sound....despicable," Connor said. "Do you think he's being used? Should we interview him?"
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Hank scratched at his neck before he turned to look at Connor. "I bet we could start looking into the nearest hack farms around there." They had various names, the places Hank was talking about. It was a place where androids went to be modified and not at all for the best, legal, or moral intentions.
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Connor nodded, index fingers tapping the steering wheel. "Our best bet may be one that's gotten new blood. My systems shouldn't be easy to crack. More so to do it without leaving a trail for me to notice," he said. "Whoever did it has to be exceptional."
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Damn. Hank shifted in his seat and stretched out his legs, as far as they would anyhow.
“Well, I doubt that. Nobody’s that exceptional.” He glanced to his side. “Least of all over you.”
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He shrugged his shoulders, focusing back on the road and driving a bit more slowly. Scanning the area as they near their destination. "But I'm not hack proof. I'm top of the line, but everything has cracks. Especially when deviation changes the code. In a way, it's extra security. It's possible if I was still a slave to my program, those times I zone out may not be so temporary. But that could also mean unforseen weaknesses."
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