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Cyberlife wanted an android that could worm it's way into places it should never have been.
More specifically, Kamski wanted an android smart enough to evolve and live as a human undetected.
And that's why Gavin Reed existed.
Documents forged, a full background and identity made with full memories of a childhood and a life all going inside his coding.
No LED, carefully manufactured blood that mimicked the look and smell of human blood. No thirium, somehow. Kamski already made legendary technology, and now he's making something more...
Gavin was released into the world, and immediately began to work to find a job. He needed a space to live, and he wanted a pet or two.
He went through the police academy then into the DPD. He easily climbed the ranks while no one suspected a thing. Like a human, he scarred and felt physical pain.
Gavin was Kamski's miracle. He went back to him at any given chance, he believed the man was his brother. His coding said so.
He didn't need deviancy to feel. He was like that from the start.
No one was supposed to know he wasn't human. And no one would find out if he kept it all under wraps...
[ đś ] At first it was just dangerous targets. Everything made sense, I did exactly what needed to be done, and the targets were handled. I never had to think past set up, aim, pull the trigger, pack up, move on.â
âŚ..
âThen came the ones who didnât look dangerous at all. For the first time there was an error in my programming. Take the shotâbut my fingers hesitated. For the first time I trembled. I was confused and didnât understand why the target in my scope was crying, exhibited behavior I could only rationalize as âhumanâ.â
âŚâŚ
âThey questioned me, of course they fucking did. I shot the targetâbut they didnât like that I hesitated. I gave my word it wouldnât happen againâbut I couldn't help asking âwhy was the target crying?â An android canât cry or feel emotions, thatâs what they say, but why does my hand tremble on the stock of my rifle when I see fear on the targetâs face? No weapons in their hands, no reason for them to be a fucking target.â
âThey wanted to send me in for âadjustmentsâ, they think my software is broken, because of fucking course it is! My CO must be fucking losing his god-damned mind, telling me to take a shot on a fucking kid?! I donât care if itâs an android! How is a kid fucking âdangerousâ? Huh?? I broke my gun that night. I think my CO looked scared. Heâd better, damnit.â
"They thought, like most military models, that I'd had what my hardware and software could handle of the work I was doing. Had a talk with some "specialist" who said in no uncertain terms that he could have me reassigned as I was, without being examined or pulled apart, if I could avoid.... "acting out" is the words he used. If I couldn't, they'd ship my back to Cyberlife, and there'd be nothing more he could do for me.... He also said I wasn't just any normal model of android, too. Wonder what that was supposed to mean.
Of course I fucking took the chance. No Cyberlife lackies are going to take me apart because they think something is broken with my software! Humans are fucked up in the head if they think pointing a gun and pulling the trigger on anyone they please is just fine to do!
Now... I'm helping the DPD, and I've been careful... It's not easy, some people are just too fucking stupid, but... I manage to keep my mouth shut most of the time anyway...."
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This was prompted by the wonderful @pippuripop! I rewrote this story two times and Iâm still not quite content with it but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Fandom: Detroit become human
Ship: Reed900
AU: Reverse AU
Warnings: Canon typical violence
[Part1]
âWhat the hell is this junk still doing here?â
âHm?â, Richard hummed and turned around. Fowler seemed to have just arrived, standing behind him in his coat and frowning at the HK900 sitting at the desk where it should be and the GV200 standing at the coffee-machine where it definitely shouldnât be.
âOh, I bought him.â
âYou what?!â
âI bought him off the guy bringing back Hendrik. Do you know how old this android is?â
âNoâ, Fowler answered bewildered.
âFifteen yearsâ, Richard grinned. âThis thing is ancient!â
âAnd?â
âAnd Iâm fascinated by it. As far as I know Gavin could be the last GV unit out there. I just needed to have him before he is destroyed on the next job he gets where no one knows his worth.â
Fowler kneaded his forehead and sighed. âOf course you fucking named it⌠Okay, listen, I donât care what absurd things you collect, but after today you keep him home.â
âWhy?â, Richard protested. âHe did pretty good in the one week here. He could help.â
âWhy? Because he will keep all these case files in his head and thatâs only a security breach waiting to happen.â
âHank and Hendrik are in direct connection with Cyberlife-â
âAnd if I could do something against it, I wouldnât allow that either.â
âYou allowed me to take case files back home.â
âBecause thatâs the only way to get your workaholic ass home in timeâ, Fowler put an end to this conversation. âMaybe if you keep him home, you will finally have a work-life balance.â
The Captain was already walking off and Richard had to accept he wouldnât convince him anytime soon. Maybe it really was better than the alternative. Gavin would be safe home in a controlled environment and his processors would not overwork like they must have this past week.
So, he worked for the remainder of the day, the HK900 on the other side being as efficient as ever. The comparison to Gavin was astonishing, a question was answered almost immediately, and his enhanced pre-construction software calculated every if and maybe in a few seconds. Meanwhile Gavin sat at the side of the table in the walkway between the desks, a literal third wheel being connected to Hendrikâs android terminal via cable.
When his workday was nearing the end, Richard increasingly thought about the androidâs reaction to being brought home with him. And directly afterwards about what the hell he should do with an android. He was a reclusive person, living alone with his cat and he was notoriously bad in people trying to help him with about anything. It made him feel less in control and if he liked one thing it would be being in control of his life. One of the reasons he had followed his brother in a police career instead of staying with his parents and going to university to pursue their plans of him getting into IT.
Maybe also one of the reasons why he and Hendrik got along so well when Connor and Hank, the older HK400 model, seemed to constantly antagonise each other.
Still, the idea of having an android at home was a bit uncomfortable for him, already feeling his privacy violated and his agency taken away from him when Gavin took over the household.
But would he?
âAlright, letâs go homeâ, Richard finally said to rip himself out of that circle of thoughts.
âHome?â
âWell, Fowler doesnât allow me to bring you to work as you arenât an android owned by the force but by meâ, Richard explained. âHe wonât allow it for security reasons.â
âAnd you would take me inside your house?â, Gavin asked.
âFlat, actually, but I guess so. Where else would you stay?â
âWhere you wanted, Iâm a machine.â
âThen why do you ask?â
âBecause you surely want me to work for you there. I just wondered⌠Well, I only had two jobs where I had to enter a personâs home: Being a prostitute and being a nanny. And you donât have any children, soâŚâ
âNo!â, Richard immediately said, blushing profoundly. âNo, god, I would never- I mean you are attractive, which android isnât, but-â He realised he was just babbling, so he straightened his back and concluded: âI wonât ask you for that, I actually have no idea what I could want from you, so I will likely ask you to do nothing. Maybe take out the trash some days, Iâm really bad at that. If itâs okay with you.â
âIâm a machineâ, Gavin repeated, but the way his shoulders sagged, Richard thought of relief, even though he had no idea why the android should be programmed to show that emotion.
âFine, then thatâs that awkward conversation delt with. Letâs go.â
Gavin nodded and followed the man that was gracefully putting on his coat mid-walk.
Neither of them saw the piercing look of the HK900 on Gavin and because the old android couldnât connect with the network, neither could he listen in on the silent data exchange between the two HKs.
-
When arriving at his flat at the top level of the apartment building, it seems he hadnât been the only one who had had reservations about taking the android there: His cats were sitting on the spiral staircase to the small attic that was basically their lair to greet him, but the moment the android entered, they were sniffing him sceptically.
âYou have cats?â, Gavin asked, crouching down and letting them sniff his hands that without doubt didnât smell any different than the rest of his body would to the cats. Still the motion was something Richard would have expected of someone who knew his way around them, not an old android.
âYes. Sammy and Luis. Do you like cats?â
âI do, even if they only like me for warmthâ, Gavin grinned. âI worked at a pet shelter for a while. Memories I tried to keep through the wipe. But only the cats stayed with me.â
âWell, does any cat like you for more than warmth and food?â, Richard chuckled and decided to leave the android with the two.
âThey do, actuallyâ, Gavin commented. He looked up, but the human had left for the kitchen. Gavin wasnât sure if he should follow him, but the cats werenât finished inspecting him, so he stayed and looked around the flat. It was fairly small with lots of droops at the edges. The building was quite old, but Richard had somehow made the rustic rooms work with a sleek modern interior. He seemed to be a pretty orderly person, although the dinner table was littered with papers. Once the cats had heard their can being opened in the kitchen they had bolted and Gavin walked over to inspect them.
âSo, I am a security risk, but he lets you take case files home?â
âThe only way I go home on timeâ, came the answer out of the question, a bit dulled by the wall in between.
âYou really donât have anything else going on in your life, do you?â
âRudeâ, the human grunted, putting something in the microwave by the sound of it. Then he appeared in the doorframe. âBut also true. Work, the cats and my brother. But Iâm content with that. A quiet, relaxing life.â
Gavin shrugged and took one of the papers in his hand. âI donât know if I can adapt to that.â
Richard had wanted to say something, but the microwave pinged, and he decided to get his food first. He sat down, but Gavin remained standing.
âDid you never had any downtimes? I mean how often can an android go in for repairs? I guess you werenât the only one to be used for replacement?â
âI did have downtimeâ, Gavin nodded, dropping the paper. âBut I spent that in stasis. When awake I was always working. Androids donât have to relax, as humans do.â
âIs being idle bad for you then?â
Gavin shrugged. âI donât think so. We were built to work though, so being idle for us is just waiting for a task.â
âIf it helps, I can bring home some more case files for you. Then we could compare in the evening?â
âIf thatâs what you want me to do.â
âWhat do you want?â, Richard asked.
Gavin stared at him. Did this human really not understand?
âI am an android. I donât want anything.â
âAnd still you told me you didnât want to go back.â
The android shook his head and finally sat down. âThatâs something you concludedâ, he mumbled.
Richardâs meal was half forgotten by now. This android was so much more different than the others he had met.
âYou really are fascinatingâ, he said. âYou say you donât want anything, but your programmed body language implies something entirely different. I really would like to talk to your programmerâŚâ
Gavin lifted a brow. âYeah, me too. Question is just which one of them.â
The cat that suddenly jumped on his lap surprised him, but he smiled. âWith every job I got a new code block, a new extension to my programming or something that overwrote it completely. I was a different personality for each one of them, and some was simply never removed afterwards. I still have some software issues sometimes where I can basically decide which code to follow.â
âAnd how do you make that decision?â, Richard asked between two bites.
âWell, usually with the one that has the best consequences. Although sometimes I cannot know, then I just decide at random.â
âI donât think androids are supposed to work like this.â
Gavin laughed. âNo, they are not, but I donât think anything considering myself is as itâs supposed to be.â He stretched out his arm and retracted his synthskin to prove it. It was a patchwork of different hull pieces: his upper forearm was black and heavily reinforced. âThis was the modification they made for the police jobâ, he said. âAs if that would help.â Then he pointed to his upper arm, where the hull was completely absent and only the chassis was visible with cables running along the beams. A small box protruded that was wielded to one of them. âUniversal card readerâ, he said. âSo I could work retail without interfacing.â The only thing original on my arm is the underside with my interface cable, else they couldnât upgrade me.â
Richard was staring at the arm, mesmerized seeing the technology like this. He had never seen more of their actual body than a hand on Hank and Hendrik when they interfaced. And they had been pristine shiny white.
âFascinating.â
He meant what he had said, but the android let the synthskin reappear and stayed silent. Richard cleaned the dishes and the catsâ litterboxes, then told Gavin, who was still sitting at the table like he had left him: âI will likely watch a movie, then go to bed. Feel free to do whatever you feel like doing.â
For the remainder of the evening, the android stayed at the table and was still there when Richard left for bed.
-
It stayed like this for a while. Gavin, not having any instructions, sat at the table or stood somewhere, whenever Richard was home. But the papers on the dinner table started becoming more sorted and laid neatly aligned with the edges after a few days. The cats started to get used to the machine and some mornings, Richard found him laying on the couch, both cats on his chest purring. âThey seem to like the vibrations of my thirium pump and my warmthâ, Gavin had said, almost as if defensive about finally deciding to occupy space in the apartment.
After a week, Gavin started talking to him about the cases.
âThese⌠deviants. What are they?â, he asked. âI found that description several times in these files, but I have never heard that before.â
Richard had looked up from his pasta. âWe call androids that can disobey direct orders from their handlers deviants.â
âBut that is impossibleâ, Gavin said. âWe canât disobey.â
âWell, they can. Got a few cases of handlers being murdered by their androids after mistreatment. Or androids that disappear from their workplace in factories. Cyberlife believes it is a virus, but they donât know for sure either.â
âAnd you are investigating these cases.â
âYes. I was in missing persons before, my brother was on the Red-Ice team. With the two androids send our way from Cyberlife and the rise in these cases we had to switch over to the deviancy phenomenon.â
âWould be interesting to know if this virus works on me.â
Richard frowned. âWhy? Am I that bad?â
âNo. Just. If Iâm not affected, I could work on your case directly without risk instead of having to rely on these papers.â
âYou really want to work on this? It looked like it put quite some strain on you when you actually did that.â
âThatâs what I actually liked about working for the policeâ, he shrugged and leaned down to pet Sammy, who was walking by. âAn interesting challenge.â
Since then, Richard had tried smuggling home more recent evidence and Gavin had spent night and day analysing the data. It had become a habit to sit together at the dinner table every evening and go over what theories he and the android had. It was so much more interesting with Gavin than with the HKs at the station. The GV had interesting input, having worked many of the jobs deviants predominantly came from. Jobs humans didnât want to do if it wasnât for the money and jobs the social environment or background wasnât the best.
When Gavin had mentioned he was able to decide more freely which of his many patchwork programs to follow if his stress-levels were high, it was a small breakthrough. Most of these androids had showed high activity pre-deviation. Unable to determine the best way to please a drugged-up human that acted irrational and actively started damaging the unit, caused this. Gavin had explained it as trying to calculate a strategy and having to abort those calculations all the time as the base variables changed constantly. Something that had left himself in disarray a few times if he was handed to impatient people who told him forget it and do something else when he had nearly been finished.
The android had guessed that if the reason he had a higher degree of freedom was that he had several sets of programming, maybe that was what the deviancy virus was. A foreign program that allowed androids to disobey when pushed to the boundaries of their capacity. What left Richard with the question how this program had been transmitted to all these androids.
Something he still brooded about the next days. He had told Connor and the HKs about their findings and while his brother seemed happy about some progress, the androids just got to work.
-
Weeks passed without any new clues, just more questions. They had found multiple cases where the androids obsessed over something called RA9. Neither any of them, nor Gavin had any clue what it could be.
And then the protests started. Androids claiming to be alive rallied the streets, seemingly popping up out of nowhere and disappearing just as quickly as they had come. Deviancy wasnât something affecting just a few androids, but a widespread virus causing the bots to go haywire, leaving from one moment to the next. Deviants Richard and Connor had apprehended behaved so much more human it was borderline uncanny valley. Several evenings Richard went to bed asking himself if he did the right thing, only then reminding himself that they were machines, designed to look human, but definitely not human. They were malfunctioning, nothing else.
But then the next morning, he would find Gavin at the table reading and excitedly telling him his next conclusion. Or he would come home to Gavin cuddling with his cats and no android had the need to do that, right? What was machine about that? It all had started to blur at the edges, and everything had suddenly become complicated. Especially when the androids at work started to change, too. HK900 still was the same as when he had first met him: strictly logical and focussed on only the mission. But Hank⌠The older model had suddenly started getting along with Connor. There certainly was some level of friendship there, Richard couldnât understand. The way the HK400 didnât just work to complete his mission but also seemed to care for his brother.
Or maybe Richard could understand.
Because when they implemented the curfew and started shooting androids in the streets, Richardâs first thought was to text his old phone he had left home for the android. Gavin. Please stay inside the flat at all times. It dangerous outside for you.
He didnât think Gavin would go out anyways, but he couldnât know for sure what he was up to when he himself wasnât home. He had never told him not to do it after all.
âRich!â
âHm?â He looked up from the phone and barely managed to catch his coat Connor was throwing towards him.
âWe have to go out. Hostage situation at a Cyberlife store!â
Richard looked a last time at his phone. No answer from Gavin.
âCome on, we have to go!â
âYeah, Iâm coming!â
-
When Gavin got the text, he sighed and almost hadnât answered. It was all over the news, so Richard really didnât have to remind him again. But it was⌠it was nice to know the human cared to tell him personally. Not that he would have gone out anyways. He wasnât ordered to, so he continued to sift through older cases to find something they had missed. They had piled up quite a bit, so it was very possible hurried reading and scanning had led to some oversights.
In the background he had the TV running to keep updated on the news. This was all tied to their- to Richardâs case after all. He didnât pay it any mind until the news-reporter said: âIt seems the police has just arrived at the sight. There are currently three employees and a costumer held hostage by deviant androids in the shop. The androids have requested to be allowed to leave without the police following them in exchange for the hostages.
Gavin frowned. Androids demanding something from humans. This virus really was impressive. He turned around out of curiosity and froze when he saw Richard exiting the car. Connor followed, turning around to order the two HKs to stay at the car by the looks of it.
By now Gavin had stood up and walked over to the sofa. Both cats interested in the sudden activity had stood up and followed him.
âOne of the officers seems to be entering the buildingâ, the reporter commented the video taken by a drone.
Without meaning to, Gavin had buried his hands in the backrest of the couch and squeezed.
When Connor suddenly started running towards the building, Gavin knew something was wrong. Just a moment later, a shot rang through the air and Connor fell to the ground. Then the drone footage was cut, and Gavin could only listen to the shocked reporter.
All he knew was that Richard was in that building, Connor was shot, and the HKs couldnât go near the building because they were told to stay at the car. Even if they were programmed to help Connor in this situation, they couldnât go inside the store without the danger of catching the virus themselves and changing sides. And when the deviants had no qualms shooting Connor, Gavin didnât think Richard would fare much better.
He had to go. He was the one with the lowest chance of catching the virus due to his age and⌠and⌠Richard needed help. He was telling himself that the police must have already send in backup, but at the same time, he just couldnât stay here and wait.
Except he had to. For the first time in quite a while, Richard had given him a clear order. To stay inside. But it was a text. Anyone could have sent it from Richardâs phone. It didnât have to be Richard. Even if the human never gave his phone to anyone. Also, the message had started with a âpleaseâ and that could mean it was more a request than an order. Or Richard wanted him there but just couldnât tell him. Or-
Gavin shook his head. He had made his decision already and was out of the door.
-
âTo the back where we can see you!â
âYou do know you certainly wonât get your escape shooting an officer and keeping another hostage, right?â
âShut up!â
Richard was shoved back towards the other hostages. It had been a foolish thing to do to enter the building hoping to speak with them. Just because he was good with androids didnât mean he was good with deviants. And they were desperate, that much was clear. Any android out on the street would be shot, so deviating inside a guarded Cyberlife shop wasnât the best way for a rogue android to come into the world.
He didnât try to talk to them again, knowing it was futile anyways. He stood there and watched how the apparent leader of the deviants moved to the entrance. Richard leaned to the side trying to see beyond the android. The shot hadnât looked to bad, but seeing how Connor still laid on the ground, he wasnât so sure anymore. One of the HKs was at his side already while the other stood behind him, weapon drawn. If Richard had to guess it was Hank that lifted him up and carried him to the car to speed off. It was definitely the HK900 approaching with his gun aimed at the leader. âLet the hostages go and no one has to be deactivated.â
âA lie!â, the leader called out. âWe will die the moment we let them go!â
Richard had hoped the talk had distracted the other androids, but no, they were still watching their every moment.
âLeave! And we will leave the hostages tied up here for you when you come back!â
Hendrik shook his head. âIâm sorry, I canât-â
A smaller figure slammed into the side of the HK900 and wrestled for the gun. With the element of surprise they had the advantage and got it in mere seconds. Then they stormed towards the store and Richard was quick to recognise the man as his very own android, Gavin.
The ancient android sprinted towards the leader and stopped at an armâs length from the deviant, weapon armed at his thirium pump.
âGive me my human, dipshit!â
The deviant blinked, then grabbed Gavinâs arm, skin retracting. He frowned when nothing happened.
âYeah, guess what you phcktwat, I canât interface. Now I would be very careful about your next move, because I can end you with one finger.â
âMy people would kill you afterwards.â
âYou canât kill whatâs not alive and believe me, Iâm active longer than your collective lifespan, so respect your elders and give me my human!â
âYou have to understand, we just want to be free. We just want to flee, stay away from humans.â
Gavin rolled his eyes. âListen, idiot. If you wanted to do that, you should have stayed low until the humans were gone. Then break the glass and run for it. Do you really think with this much attention youâve drawn to yourself they would let you go? You shot a cop. If you are really careful now, they might only bring you to the camps and not shoot you on the spot. But you have lost the moment you started all of this.â
The deviant finally let his hand drop. âWhat about you? You clearly are deviant. Why are you siding with them?â
âIâm not deviantâ, Gavin said. âI donât phcking know what I am anymore. The only thing I know is that this human sided with me, so thatâs where I will stay. Now, let me offer you this: You let all hostages go and my human will make sure you are sent to the camps, not killed the moment you set foot out of this building. Itâs the best deal you get at the moment, I would take it.â
He never even looked over to Richard to see if what he said was even possible. He kept fierce eye-contact with the leader of the deviants and waited it out. If deviants hadnât lost all of their logic with the virus, he would take it.
âGive me your word!â, the other demanded.
âMy word doesnât have much weightâ, Gavin answered. âJust a machine.â
âThen give me yours!â, the android turned to Richard, who swallowed and nodded.
âAlright.â He lifted his hands in defeat. âGo!â
The hostages left the shop and were taken to the waiting paramedics, while Richard spoke to the police. Gavin stood next to the HK900 and silently handed him his pistol back. He watched the human argue in a heated debate, but apparently, he had convinced them, as the androids were taken, not killed. Gavin sighed.
âAre you a deviant?â, the HK900 asked suddenly, and he looked up to him.
In the end he shrugged and said: âI donât know. I donât think I am. Iâm just a bit malfunctioning, I guess.â
âWell, good that you are, then.â Gavin frowned and watched the HK900 wander off. But he didnât have much time as Richard was walking towards him and gesturing to the car. Once driving, he relaxed and said: âOkay, so after today, I really have to ask Fowler to have you on the team. Hell, hadnât you been thereâŚâ
âYour partner would have shot all the deviants. You would have been safe.â
âMaybeâŚâ
They stayed quiet for a while, driving back to the precinct.
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLIDAYS!â¨đđ Look at these two deviants trying out human Christmas traditions (or is it just Nines finding excuses to be physical? :333)
PS: How refreshing to see Gavin smoking without the threat of lung cancer xP
i remade this piece of garbage, but only android!gavin for now haha
i asked my sister for constructional criticism, to help me make it more rat-ish, and she helped a lot, but i was too fecking lazy to rework the whole piece :')