[The deviant holds Connor down by his neck, his grip firm as Connor's mental clock continues to count.
6... 5... 4...
Connor can hear Hank climbing the stairs, the huffing and puffing of his breath.
3... 2... 1...
The grip above him shifts as the deviant must realize there is a choice to be made. Continue to hold Connor down and face another confrontation.
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The deviant initiates Connor's factory reset and then bolts out across one of the conveyors, just out of sight as Hank finishes climbing the stairs. Connor remains laying facedown as his LED spins wildly. He mentally disappears into his mind palace as it crumbles into a giant white nothing. Piece by piece-- the bridge, the trees, the river, and Connor himself-- it all tumbles away until finally only the overwhelming, but crisp, white remains.
Connor does not return from the mind palace, but the RK800 does. It slowly sits up and looks over at
> > SCAN: LT. HANK ANDERSON
It slowly looks over at the lieutenant with dead and empty eyes.]
Oh no! I'm glad you're okay!
6... 5... 4...
Connor can hear Hank climbing the stairs, the huffing and puffing of his breath.
3... 2... 1...
The grip above him shifts as the deviant must realize there is a choice to be made. Continue to hold Connor down and face another confrontation.
0
The deviant initiates Connor's factory reset and then bolts out across one of the conveyors, just out of sight as Hank finishes climbing the stairs. Connor remains laying facedown as his LED spins wildly. He mentally disappears into his mind palace as it crumbles into a giant white nothing. Piece by piece-- the bridge, the trees, the river, and Connor himself-- it all tumbles away until finally only the overwhelming, but crisp, white remains.
Connor does not return from the mind palace, but the RK800 does. It slowly sits up and looks over at
> > SCAN: LT. HANK ANDERSON
It slowly looks over at the lieutenant with dead and empty eyes.]