#devianttm

Chloe had told him he was lonely, that she was concerned for him. She was built to cater to his needs, like a maid or a secretary, and that was all it ever turned out being. He never thought to do--other things with her which was when she pointed out he was lonely because of it. He didn’t have that connection, that companionship, especially because he never went outside. He kept to himself in his Villa, watching the world around him and CyberLife’s every single move. It wasn’t like he’d go out and meet anyone either, to much work and to much--socializing. Every time she suggested a party he turned her down, it was clear he didn’t want to make connections or however else she worded it. At least not like that. 

So Chloe suggested he build one. At first he wasn’t sure what she meant, building a friend all seemed rather childish. Then she takes it further, tells him to create a partner, that it might all be what it takes for him to be a little less lonely. He didn’t think it was that bad, he did things alright and he didn’t mope around--Elijah just works until he passes out and then when he gets up he works some more. It seemed rather fine to him. 

But then she’s telling him to try, and Elijah is never one to give up a challenge. 

He names the project CONNOR the RK800. 

He creates him with the ideal that it would be the perfect lover, much like the other androids that get issued out to Eden Club or some other place. But he doesn’t make him exactly the same he makes him smart, with different abilities, like everything in one. It seems stupid, he was supposed to make a partner but it ends up becoming something--else. He dresses him in nice clothes, turns him on--and then leaves him with Chloe. Unsure what else to do. He created--it and then felt awkward. Maybe he should give him to the police station. 

(This is not meant as a call-out post;  just as a clarification and to show the situation is not as black and white as it seems,  and to be as transparent as possible.  I will be tagging people,  but will remove their tags upon request.)

A LED circle loading, filling up, screaming and gasping in crimson red as his system went into emergency low power mode. His eyes jerked open as well as his limbs--or at least what was left of it all. His left arm was completely ripped off, so were his legs. Both of them.

His memories came to him in flashing bits. Emma’s scream before he fell and fell until there was only sky to look at with Connor on top of him as he slowly was forced into emergency shut down.

Daniel looked around in panic, surprised to see the other android still with him in the junkyard, especially with most of his limbs attached--only the left arm partially missing. Daniel’s body must have cushioned Connor’s fall no doubt. Lucky Connor.

He wagered his time. It was too dark to see properly and thirium was covering his right ocular biocomponent, yet Daniel crawled up towards the pile of bodies anyway in hopes to find anything that would fit him.

HE FELT PHYSICALLY ILL AND HE WAS VISIBLY SHAKING, as it stood, even if you were to put a gun to his head and DEMAND that he recall the events of the last few minutes he wouldn’t be able to do it, and that VEXED him.

He stepped forward, hunching over a counter and placed both of his palms on the countertop, the knife in his left clattering away from him, lips parted ever so slightly, only for a trail of BLUE to pour from the opening and splatter down onto the counter top, WHAT THE HELL HAD HAPPENED?