{ Closed / Plotted. } @deviantly-not It was a mistake, one that he often looked back on while working on the process of bringing her back. A single knock at the door had led Chloe to open the door to two people Elijah had been waiting for, Lieutenant Hank of the Detroit Police Department and the deviant hunter, an android of Cyberlife, RK800, Connor. Upon their arrival Connor sought out answers, believing Elijah may have answers to the deviants that were spreading worldwide. There was a hint of something about the RK800, how he looked and reacted to certain aspects of things- Elijah wanted to push him, test him and see if the deviant hunter was an android slowly deviating. So he put one of the beloved androids up front, an RT600, his original. As instructed she followed his orders, placing herself on her knees while Elijah pulled out a gun and handed it to the deviant hunter.
His goal had been to test and see if he would shoot, would he see her as living and refuse, or would he see her like a machine and fire? This Kamski Test needed to be done thoroughly, so he put information on the line. Shoot her, I'll answer one of your questions, don't shoot her you get nothing but the understanding of empathy. There was a piece of him that believed Connor wouldn't do it, but when he had there was disappointment held both in Connor as well as himself for allowing such a thing to carry out before his eyes. Connor failed to ask the right question and was dismissed, while Elijah was left alone with his Chloe(s). He couldn't toss her- that wasn't an option.
The same day it had happened, the Creator had picked her up, carrying her bridal style into the basement to begin his work of recreating and attempting to keep her memory in check, though, he knew this was most unlikely. That bullet was a direct shot to the head. Kamski worked for days on her, carefully connecting wires, adding the necessary parts and thirium.
By the time he was certain it was finished, he had dark bags under his eyes and a mess of a bun from frustration that maybe... Just maybe he had officially lost her. The thought sickened him. As the system was booted up, he stood back and waited, "Chl- RT600, can you hear me?" He questioned, silently hoping for an answer rather than what would call a blue screen on a laptop or computer.
