#biodeviant

“Carter, listen-”

Markus paused, fingers pressed to his temple as he maintained the mental link,

dru gets nightmares every other night. she takes medication to help her sleep. however, she does tend to forget to take them so she accidentally slips into a nightmarish state and freaks out in the middle of the night. when this happens, carter will bring dru in close and help her sleep, she’ll even lay beside her until she knows dru is fast asleep and won’t wake up until she needs to. since the first time this has happened, dru not only takes her medication more often but she leans on for carter’s support during the night. she doesn’t mind cuddling her at all.

in anything they do together, everywhere they go, dru is practically fearless when it comes to defending carter, despite the difference of her being human versus an android. she’d rather die trying to protect carter than have carter die protecting dru. she will go above and beyond to make sure she’s alright at all times. this is not out of sympathy or pity for carter, this has developed into genuine care and affection for her.

whenever there’s a case where dru and carter are out in the public eye and they could be watched by people who are trying to hunt them down, they have codes to tell one another to initiate a quick plan. a big one is to switch clothes and go in different directions, meet up points to circle back to each other. there has been a situation where there wasn’t enough time to switch clothes and they two played the role of lovers, hiding in a dark street to hide from authorities. lets just say it might’ve been the best thing for dru to experience during a high risk situation.

on their down time, they like to go to places that don’t have a lot of attention going on. dru likes to take carter to the movies or wherever they’re showing older films to show her a bit of culture. it’s not much at all but it’s definitely something if it meant spending time with her.

[ Stress Levels: 60% ]

Alive. Okay. Missy, you’re okay. You’re alive, aren’t you?

The android found herself a bit lost in her thoughts as she was escorted through the Detroit Police precinct. Following her meet & greet after her concert was over, the android had been grabbed. Not one, not twice, but three times before she’d toppled over. A part of Missy’s show dress was ripped, while a barrette she held in her hand was broken from the  encounter.

Already, her self-repairing was ridding itself of the rest of the evidence. It wasn’t as though she could do anything about that, much her her dismay. Her hair had repaired itself, no longer appearing disheveled from being pulled, while there were still the remnants of her face hitting the concrete. It was partially repaired, but it looked to be taking its time fixing itself. She must’ve been low on thirium, or... something. 

It wouldn’t be long before it would be done repairing itself, however.

Despite everything, however, Missy managed to keep the picture perfect smile across her expression, speaking to the officers with a joyful tone. She didn’t want to smile. She wanted to cry, and beg never to be touched by another human for as long as she was alive, but knew full well how that would go. The last thing in life she needed was for her handlers to catch her like that, or to hear about it from an officer. 

She had to keep under control.

“Interrogation room’s being used right now. Just stay here until they’re done, all right?”

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Tension rose as silence persisted in that moment, like a misty rain building into a torrential downpour. CyberLife’s loyal bloodhound stood between Carter & her escape route. Those tender brown eyes so expertly designed to appear soft, make this killer APPROACHABLE had taken on a darkness which seemed uncharacteristic lest one actually understood what this monster was. Innocence personified, but this perception was only deep as the projected synth-skin upon it’s chassis. Connor was build to be a murderer, a betrayer of it’s own kind.

                    A mechanical Judas with a single goal in mind; eliminate the deviant threat.

                    Those eyes were searching for something, calculating & cold.They sought falsity, deception, & it would seem they had found just what their owner was looking for.  “ You may be able to fool the humans, but I can see you for what you are, deviant. ”  Connor took a step forward & it considered it’s next move.

             ┌                   OBJECTIVE:                            • ELIMINATE DEVIANT ANDROID                            • LOCATE JERICHO                                                                                           ┘

Every time the RK800 seemed CLOSE to finding something, it slipped away. They had no hard evidence. He was running out of time. If he didn’t solve this case... he was sure to be deactivated... 

//: SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿︿

The DCPD had begun to suspect a leak when the gathering of deviants all seemed to be one step ahead, no matter what. They seemed to know things about Connor, and the rest of the department, seemed to have found information for plans that no one else saw, things that weren’t public. The only explanation? Someone must be helping them

Naturally, a security leak was a high-profile issue — everyone was being interrogated on the matter; human and android. But, so far, nothing had turned up. Calling in the next on his list, Connor waited for her to sit down before taking his space on the opposite, hands folded neatly on top of the metal table. Brown optical units stared back at her, matching her gaze.

❝ As I’m sure you’re already aware, everyone in the station is being questioned regarding a possibly security leak. Your co-operation is appreciated. Please, state your model. ❞ The RK800 commanded, his tone calm, polite, and undoubtfully robotic as he repeated the same sentences for the 20th time today.

omg omg omg !!!

     “  well, you have to remember that you are surviving and that’s what matters,  ”  samantha commended many who tried to escape a life they refused to continue a miserable one,  “  never thought i’d see the day where some of us can actually get along -- if only the rest of the world would be open to it.  ”