Games with Quite Contrary

As Connor catches up with the latest android related crisis and makes his way closer to the action, Markus and North try to pin down exactly what is Connor's whole deal.

“I still think it’s a long shot,” said North. It required humans to be somewhat reasonable, after all. “But sending Connor is a good idea. He’ll know how to get himself out if the humans mess it all up.” “If?” said Markus. “Coming from you, that’s practically optimistic.” “I’m trying something new,” said North, and Markus wondered for the first time how the latest fight with Josh had ended. “Didn’t feel right.” Markus smiled. “No, I expect not.” “In any case, you sound like you’ve made up your mind, so I’m trying to be supportive,” she said. “I honestly don’t hate the idea, even if I don’t think it will work. It’s better than waiting around doing nothing. And at least you’re not throwing yourself to the wolves this time.” “Simon talked me out of it.” “Remind me to thank him.” North propped herself up on her elbows. “It’s not bad to be seen by the humans as making an honest try of working together. They’ll have no one to blame but themselves if they turn us down and things go wrong, and good luck to them if they try to cross Connor in the process.” “Connor won’t just be seen as giving it an honest try, he will give it an honest try,” said Markus, suddenly suspicious that North’s approval of the plan was based solely on the thought of Connor massacring any humans that got in his way. “Of course,” said North in a tone that betrayed nothing, “but he’ll do what he has to.”

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When Hank hears about the violently destroyed android, he demands he be assigned to the investigation and asks for his old partner back. Captain Fowler has doubts about working another android related case.

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Hank didn’t even stop at his desk to drop off his coat, but went straight up and into Captain Fowler’s office without knocking. “Hey— ” Fowler was on the phone. “Excuse me a moment— Hank, what the hell?” “I want the destroyed android case,” said Hank. Fowler stared at him for a moment, as though waiting to see if Hank was joking, before heaving a heavy sigh. “I’m going to have to call you back,” he said into the phone, and then hung up and addressed Hank. “I do not get you anymore.” “I’m the right choice and you know it.” “No, I don’t know it,” said Fowler. “It’s not even our precinct’s case.” “Who cares? Everyone is too short staffed not to move things around,” said Hank. “Come on, you can’t tell me that whoever has the case now wants it.” “No,” Fowler admitted. “I’ll take it off their hands,” said Hank. “I’m not kidding.”

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I've been writing a multi-chapter Detroit: Become Human fanfic on and off for a few years. It's a direct sequel to the game, based on a SURVIVORS achievement ending, with a bit of a mystery, plotting villains, and lot of exploring what it means to be alive. I don't have a lot of time to write, and so I originally thought I would try to finish it before posting, but I think I just have to go for it.

To celebrate eight years since the release of DBH, yesterday I posted the first chapter, and this morning I posted the second. The release schedule will now slow down to around twice a month, but wanted to get a bit more fic out there before that happened. Chapters are around 2,000 words each, with a couple being longer (chapter 2 is much longer oops) and a couple being shorter. I have several chapters already written, and more drafted, so hopefully that's enough of a backlog with this posting schedule to keep going for awhile. And hopefully posting will light a fire under my slow butt to keep writing lol

Also, it forced me to actually name the dang thing. It's called "Made Yesterday," but my writing doc is just called "Detroit," and has been for years. I didn't come up with the name until yesterday literally right before I posted. "Made Yesterday" is a reference to the quote, "I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday," attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt. Given the importance of choices in the game, it seemed appropriate, and also is a cheeky reference to how young androids are as a species.