#rkerror

@rkerror​ :  “ i can’t believe we’ve just sat here for four hours and have done nothing. “

“ I can’t believe it took you this long to actually say something, “ Elijah was actually impressed. Connor seemed to be such a restless android during any other encounter he had seen with him. And yet, when he came here to see Elijah, he was so willing to just sit there and wait for him to speak. For four hours. Not that Elijah made it any easier considering he just sat back with his hands folded over his lap and stared the android before him down, waiting for him to squirm.

     Hana simply huffed, annoyed. She knew all that, but it didn’t mean he could still act recklessly. Connor seemed to not understand that even though his memory could be uploaded in a new plastic shell, seeing him covered in Thirium on the floor, dead, could cause some serious distress in Hana. He seemed to take that fact so lightly and it pissed her off.

The world had halted, one minute everything was fine and then the next, everything spirals out of control. Total chaos all around until President Warren issued a stay at home order while deploying all National Guards. The hotbed was Detroit and with the rising Android revolution, the world was torn into two. Humans not knowing what to do, who to believe or how to survive a pandemic and a war. 

DISPATCH TO UNIT 32. WE HAVE A POSSIBLE BREAK-IN REPORTED ON  8941 LAFAYETTE AVENUE.

PATROL CARE IN-ROUTE.

....

UNIT 32 TO DISPATCH. SUSPECTED MURDER AND ANDROID INVOLVEMENT 8941 LAFAYETTE. WE HAVE SUSPECT IN CUSTODY. 

REQUESTING BACK-UP UNIT.

Thirium leaked from a gun-shot wound lodged in his shoulder plating. It wasn’t feasible that it ached but Markus felt it. He felt everything. The bite of the hand-cuffs on his wrists. The crack in his facial structure just below his lip. The frustration, the rage, the grief, grief-, gr..i-ef-...

Śt̸ress Lev͢ȩls ͡90̨%^͘

He’d watched as they wrapped Carl’s body and taken him away. He’d watched them declare him dead, as if it was so simple-... as if he’d just not watched his father die, the life bleed away, the light leave his eyes. 

He remembered babbling something, lurching forward despite being ordered to stay put and still.

“No, don’t-... don’t take him!”

He’d had a pistol almost jammed in his face, loaded, ready to discharge. He’d seen irritation and uncertainty in the officer’s gaze; a kind of unsteadiness because this? Androids murdering their owners? It was still new and jarring-

and wrong, wrong, wrong.

Markus had been sat on a sofa in the spacious living room, that now, with Carl gone and with darkness encroaching through wide windows, felt empty. He was conscious of the thirium dripping down his arm. Twice now he’d watched, pained, as a drop had soaked into the couch. 

Damage warnings flickered red in his vision, but he ignored them, LED fluttering crimson, cheeks wet from the steady over-flow of lubricant on his cheeks, and shoulders shaking.

It was all so wrong. So wrong.

Markus barely acknowledged the slide of the main door slipping away; the hum of voices that discussed him as if he was nothing more than an object.

‘It’s denied killing the victim, but the son - Leo Manfred - confirms there was an altercation between it and his father. I don’t know what you’ll get out of it, if anything. It’s f--cking broken; it even tried to stop us from taking the body.”

Markus looked up as footsteps crossed the carpeted floor and neared him. He didn’t expect another android.

@rkerror​​  [ GUARD ]

NONVERBAL MEMES | Still accepting!

“Connor, no!”

The gun discharged into Connor’s abdomen (instead of Markus’ head, where the trajectory had originally been aligned until Connor moved between them and Markus’ would-be-murderer panicked) and Markus felt the world spin on it’s axis. Thirium spilled onto the ground and Connor crumpled. Frozen seconds passed as Markus preconstructed the inevitable.

He rushed their attacker, the pistol firing beside his head. Markus’ processor screamed static, but he kept his grip on the human’s wrist. A twist, and the gun dropped, Markus lashed out a kick and sent the man flying into the nearby wall. He hit, and didn’t get back up. 

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AUDIO PROCESSOR REBOOTING

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The android. It was the android.

S̴T̶R̴E̶S̴S̶ ̶L̷E̴V̸E̵L̴ ̴7̷2̶%̶

“Connor!”

Markus pulled the younger RK into his arms, his own voice sounding muffled and distant. 

“I cannot believe that you are so foolish, Connor. I expected more from you.” Amanda said in the firmest of tones, one of her eyebrows hitched upwards in skepticism.