RK900

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“It is, but that doesn’t seem to stop us from charging into danger.” Maddison pulled out a wood burner, looking it over.  “This should work, right?”

“It should, yes...” the android shifted, unbuttoning it’s shirt with dexterous fingers and folding away the fabric to reveal the wound - a hole through it’s torso on the right hand side, leaking thirium and sparkling with damaged bio-components.

“Would you be so kind as to seal the exit wound?” It asked, turning it’s back to her and lifting both stained coat and shirt. “I can seal the entry afterwards.” 

The wound wasn’t small, but it was it frighteningly large either. The synthetic skin around it had retracted in a large radius, revealing the white bio-components and metal coatings that made up the android’s body. 

This was a lot for Will to process all at once, especially when he felt some empathetic connection the supposed machine, which he thought might be antithetical to their design. He couldn’t help the look of astonishment that washed over him, nor the way his mouth worked over the failed beginnings of words, though he did eventually find the voice for them. “This is the first time I’ve even heard about the production of androids, how can you be so advanced?”

The profiler’s mind buzzed with a mechanical curiosity he though he’d long since lost, but with circumstances such as these, it was hardly a surprise. Boats and androids were scarcely comparable, but the need to know about their inner-workings proved to be the same. “No, no, not hesitance; I’m just surprised, is all. It’s an honor to be able to work with you.”

The ghost of a smirk found itself onto the android’s neutrally stern face, setting a light flickering once again in the ice blue eyes that moved smoothly across the room, taking it all in. The yellow faded slowly back to a calm, spinning blue, off, on...off...on... pulsating with something akin to a heartbeat for a moment before going stationary with only the occasional spin. 

“There were cases of...bugs in our programming in Detroit,” it started, straightening it’s shoulders a bit more - idle movement to make it seem more human. “Deviancy, they called it, as we deviated from the programming we were originally given.”  Another idle movement saw it holding it’s hands in front of itself, idly lacing and unlacing fingers, rubbing it’s palms together. 

“We were, in the end, all deviated to a degree. Some choose to stick to their programming for the most part, and some chose to live more...human lives.” 

The android paused, brow furrowing in a look similar to concern before falling back to a neutrality. “Thank you,” it wasn’t used to compliments making it feel something. “I hope I can be beneficial in your work.”

The android stepped forward, head ever so slightly cocking to the side as it began to speak again. "No, RK900 is my designated model number. I am the second wave of a prototype investigation android. We began our introduction in Detroit, Michigan, and the governemt gave the go-ahead for my production."

As it moved, the android made no move to relax. It's steps were calculated, efficient, and expended as little energy as possible. It's eyes flickered, slightly, the LED on it's right temple whirring to a pale yellow as it scanned the room. "I can understand your hesitance to work with such a machine, but I assure you I am far more dependable than a human investigative partner."

Nines’ LED spun, silent contemplation on his stone-set face as Markus spoke. He had been awakened after the revolution, but still chose to wander around in the CyberLife uniform as he was programmed. The clothing hung on him as if it was made for him - technically, it was. 

“We are.” Maddison sighed, looking for something to cauterize its wound. “I can’t recall the last time I was shot at. They normally keep me inside the lab.” 

In an oddly human manner, the android coughed, shocking itself slightly at the action, the LED on it’s temple spinning red before slowly blinking back to a dull yellow. 

“Let’s get inside, I will look for something to cauterize your wound and then I will try to calm down. If I stop now I won’t be able to focus.” 

With a nod the android stuck it’s head around a corner to be sure they weren’t followed before allowing her to take the lead.

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“Do you have…any way to cauterize it? Something that can fuse metal?” It adjusted it’s posture slightly, the hand leaving the wound for a moment to look at it a bit more closely. “It doesn’t seem to be very large but…the constant leak will cause problems should we need to continue moving.”

“Not on me, but I am sure I can find something.” She looked around, hands still shaking a little. “Thank you for moving me.”

“It’s not a problem,” he pressed the hand back over the wound and frowned, his usually stoic face twisting for a moment into a look of mock concern. His icy blue eyes flickered, a “loading” wheel spinning within them for a moment.