#main au.

“Your  pulse  is  much  lower  than  the  average  living  human’s  should  be.”  This  is  not  something  that  relates  to  his  current  objective,  which  was  an  odd  thing  for  Connor  to  focus  on,  but  he  found  himself  just  a  bit  stuck.  Questions  kept  popping  up.  And  the  possibility  that  something  might  be  wrong  with  him  was  a  little  bit  terrifying.

“Are  you  alright?”  She  shouldn’t  be  alive,  actually.  “Do  you  need  medical  attention?”

but finally. . .  time heals.  it doesn’t, really.  it’s bullshit.  but it doesn’t hurt to be outside.  it doesn’t hurt not receiving texts any longer.  he’s... numb.  and numb is better than anything else.  seb doesn’t need any jobs, and his trigger finger doesn’t itch like it used to...  though, he needs something to do.  so moran heads back to london.

he’s been watching the DI.  he doesn’t know why lestrade amuses him so.  and yet...  it’s a bright, sunny day.  there’s a perp running to the sounds of STOP!  

             GUILT  WEIGHS  heavily  on  her  tongue  ,  hands  trembling  on  the  weapon  she  holds  tightly  in  her  hands  ;  poised  mere  moments  before  in  the  countenance  of  the  other  .  eyes  water  with  sleepless  nights  and  gentle  wanting  of  giving  up  ;  but  never  has  fear  been  stricken  onto  her  face  like  it  had  MOMENTS  before  ;  only  elicited  out  of  her  by  people  like  her  father  .  but  he  is  gone  ;  long  since  been  ,  yet  her  body  still  trembles  with  the  strike  never  to  come  .  heart  stops  in  her  chest  ,  ice  in  veins  ;  it  takes  all  the  agent  has  to  not  CRY  .  oh  ,  how  basic  training  has  failed  her  .

         ❝    i   ..   ❞  exhaustion  laces  gentle  voice  of  gold  ,  presses  lips  together  and  blinks  back  tears  ,  ❝   i  shouldn’t  ...  i  shouldn’t  have  done  that  ,  god  ,  i’m  ...  i’m  so  ...   sorry .  ❞

Following this event, most families with androids decided to have them deactivated until the glitch was promised to be fixed from all models. Cyberlife paused production of all models of androids following this, aside from the RK800 model. They continued to send this model to assist law enforcement in different states, hoping for some good press in the process.

"  well,  that's  a  perfectly  normal  response.  i  am  a  prototype,  after  all.  "  he  was  used  to  the  stares,  and  even  when  he  wasn't,  he  wasn't  programmed  to  respond,  so  most  went  ignored.  the  only  reason  he  was  really  interacting  with  jackson  at  all  was  because  he  had  to  do  with  his  main  objective.  find  the  murderer.  according  to  the  case  files  he  had  read  over,  he  was  standing  right  in  front  of  him.

blue  led  swirls  as  he  runs  through  the  information  at  his  disposal.  twenty-one  years  old,  a  college  student,  resident  assistant,  and  never  been  convicted  of  any  crimes.  prime  suspect  because  of  a  lack  of  alibi,  and  an  apparent  connection  to  the  victim.  all  pretty  standard  information.