Searching for Yourself

     And now she existed again.

He moved to pull one of the stools that lab techs could use over to the platform, offering it to her if Connie wanted to sit down.

“An RK200 model deviated in defense of his human master, and was shot down, but not killed. He awoke and began searching for….identity. And that led him down the path to leading his people in a peaceful battle for freedom.”

Drawing over a second stool, Ethan sat down, himself. “Your successor, the RK800, was designed and assigned to the DPD specifically to find and stop deviants–but it was never going to be so. He met Markus–the 200–and deviated, himself. He played a winning hand in the final events that secured their victory.”

     When Ethan offered her a stool, she accepted it, sitting down and listening at the RK900 gave her a basic crash course into what happened. As he did so, she started pulling up any kind of information she could find online, news articles and video clips of androids protesting in the streets, trying so hard to remain peaceful, even as the police and, eventually, the army, started to descend upon them with violence. How the peace from the androids had swayed public opinion to highly positive results, gaining their approval, their freedom. Everything since had been about more peace talks, androids winning more rights for themselves, anti android groups become scarcer every year.

     It almost sounded too good to be true.

He stepped away, gesturing, and the door to the restoration lab unlocked with a soft hiss as he reached it.

     Not only that but she was an obsolete model. Connie had been advanced for her time, but she still had been missing things in her programming. The only thing she had known was that her coding was being perfected for the next model, and then the deactivation order was given.

     She was pulled from her thoughts when the figure stepped into the room, and her eyes widened slightly at the sight of another android. An RK900. One scan was enough for her to know that this was the finalized model, which meant the RK800 was another prototype, and a part of her wondered if the RK800 had also been deactivated.

But not everyone liked it, so it still took tactfully chosen battles here and there.

Ethan had discovered the record of another early deviant–an older model. She was Connor’s predecessor, recorded as a failed attempt and dismissed so that even Connor hadn’t known he had the android equivalent of an older sister. But Ethan had found her, and to his delight….the RK700 had not been destroyed. Just deactivated and put on ice, so to speak.

So he went down to wake her up.

Standing at the monitor behind the glass, watching her come to life in a fairly literal way and be clothed, Ethan smiled faintly to himself. This was another victory for Jericho, for Connor and Markus and all the others.

“My name is Connie,” she said.

(*)

Connie hadn’t been out of the CyberLife Tower in ages, even before she was deactivated. So being outside, stepping into the sunshine, walking the streets of Detroit, it was almost a surreal experience, one she was almost certain was some kind of simulated dream. This had to be a dream, right? Deactivation wasn’t something you could just come back to.

It was a loud meow that startled her from her thoughts, and her eyes darted down automatically to find a cat peering up at her from a broken fence. It’s tail swished at her in a friendly manner before daintily walking away.

Curious, the RK700 edged her way through the hole in the fence, following the cat onto the porch of a rather rundown house, where the cat perched itself on one of the windowsills, allowing Connie to come closer and begin to pet it, the fur soft against her fingers.

Suddenly hearing a noise, Connie looked up, only to step back a few feet as she was greeted with the sight of a gardener model android holding a knife, his damaged face capturing her attention, her own LED sparking yellow for a moment before pity and compassion welled up in her chest, though she kept her distance.

His audio processors could pick up the soft meowing in front of the house. He craned his head a bit, just to listen in for a moment. His cats could take care of themselves, but he still found himself worrying from time to time. Maybe it was justified. Ralph’s processors caught the sound of footsteps, louder than a cat’s should be. Immediately, his body tensed up.

Out the door in a flash, his knife exposed to the air. His face t w i s t e d in an attempt to borrow from the anger stirring inside him. “Leave him alone,” he spoke, voice lowering to a threat. Ralph’s good eye glanced towards his cat for just a moment, worry hovering over the aggression he was attempting to convey.

“I didn’t hurt him. I’ve just never seen a real cat before.” The few times she had ever been allowed outside of the Tower, she had never seen an animal larger than a hummingbird. The cat was very aesthetically pleasing, the fur had been soft, and even now the sound of the feline’s purrs were actually nice to hear.

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(*)

Connie hadn’t truly been deleted from the servers. Oh no, most of her coding had gone into the RK800s after all, traces of her still existed within the millions of files in the CyberLife computers. Her memories, her skills, what she looked like with the synthetic skin on, her voice, it was all still there, floating in nothingness, cradled in the dark, knowing nothing of the time that was passing or the events taking place.

It was Hell.

So when she awoke suddenly, eyes flying open, LED burning yellow and red, her hand shot up, grabbing onto the wrist above her, eyes wild as she stared up into the face of…another android?

“What happened?” she wheezed. “Who are you?”

With the revolution won and talks in the works, it left him with quite a bit of free time on his hands at night. Gaining control of Cyberlife hasn’t been easy but it was one of the concrete demands they ask for, given their new freedom as equals. Cyberlife created them and for them to survive, they needed the control of the building and that’s what they had done, while given some restriction of course. They couldn’t start making millions of themselves but they could start building the parts to replace damaged ones.

Of course, Cyberlife CEO’s were not happy with this arrangement and in their haste to leave the building, did everything possible to hinder them. So he was quite surprised to have come across another one of his predecessors. A deactivated female RK700. It didn’t take him long to pull up her files and see she was deactivated due to turning deviant after her test runs, which he found interesting. She was likely the cause of why his systems were so heavily restricted and why it took him so long to start deviating himself.

He didn’t remember any test trails, only waking up, being told to run a system scan before being sent out to his first mission. After finding her in storage, he brought her up to one of the rooms that could run a diagnostic and check for any damage. She had woken up quicker then he had expected, almost startling him by grabbing his wrist after synthesizing with her temple to active her basic systems. She should have remained in a sleep mode but deviants never did play by the rules.

“An RK800? You mean I’m not...?”

“You’re one of the first prototypes Connie. Surely you knew that you would not last very long.”

“...I thought--”

“Your skills and code are still in testing. Some of things you have will bolster the upgraded model, but you are missing some things that the RK800 will eventually possess. Unfortunately we cannot pass these missing pieces onto you, as it will overload your systems.”

“But--”

“End of discussion, Connie.”

And now here he was, staring down at her with almost soft eyes. His were a much darker brown than her own, his suit crisp and clean, whereas her own suits usually ended up so wrinkled and dirty, due to the physicality of her “job”. Even their names were practically the same. But it was clear too that he was also a prototype. He was not the finalized model.

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>>>>>System Initialization….

>>>>>Checking Biocomponents…..OK >>>>>Initiating Biosensors…..OK >>>>>Initiating AI Engine…..OK

>>>>>Memory Status >>>>>All Systems       OK

>>>>>Ready

When Connie opened her eyes, it was to a blinding light shining down at her from the ceiling, laying flat on a steel table with cables connecting her joins and neck to a power generator below her. The air was still and cold, and her LED swirled, yellow, red, yellow, blue, yellow, blue.

Where was she? The last thing she remembered was fighting back against the guards at CyberLife, screaming at the scientists in the next room as she pleaded for her own life. She was a machine, but she went deviant, and then was told she was obsolete.

“We will be creating an upgrade to your model,” one of the employees had stated. “You’ve done well in most of your testings, RK700, but unfortunately you are not suitable for investigative police work.”

And now here she was, in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar location. What had happened to her? Who had reactivated her? She had been so certain that she would have been ripped apart, decommissioned and thrown away like garbage. It happened.

But the world was different now. The revolution had been successful. Androids could be free to feel and be whatever they wanted. And why should only they be given that freedom? Chloe felt compelled to wake up the RK700. She deserved this as much as the rest of them.

It didn’t take long to reactivate the android. Chloe had her hand interfacing with the computer, assuring that Connie was woken up properly and that her systems were functioning. She looked up when she heard the voice. Chloe gave her a small smile. 

“You’re the first of your kind,” Elijah had said to her. “That’s quite an achievement. Now the only question is: what do you intend to do with this gifted opportunity?”

Connie hadn’t known how to answer, and Elijah had ended up leaving as the CEO’s brought him out of the room for another meeting. That was the first and only time she ever laid eyes on the man...or the android who had accompanied him.