[Hank cuts the engine once they roll into the parking lot closest to the CyberLife store.]
I do have a dog.
[He sighs. Isn’t sure how to feel hearing Connor almost parrot himself. But it’s promising, isn’t it? The fact that he can express this preference at all?]
How d’you know you like dogs, anyway?
[Maybe the memory is there, deep down. Or maybe Connor’s just trying to suck up to him again.]
[Connor follows Hank into the store, looking around at the androids with blank expressions. Was that him originally?
As they move through the store, a man comes out from behind the counter. He's scruffy, a touch run down, but he looks from Hank to Connor and back to Hank.
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[Hank nods in thanks, keeping his eyes on the road.]
We’re gonna find that fucker. Don’t you worry about that.
[Even though Hank is worrying. Everyone back at the station would call him stupid — he knows that. But it just seems so pointlessly cruel.
And it’s selfish on Hank’s part. He knows that, too.]
What d’you... what do you want? And spare me the whole “androids don’t want” shit and just answer the question.
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>>WANTS: …
>>ACCESS MEMORY: …
There is a flash of a dog, a rather large dog, but its name escapes him. Looking over at the lieutenant, he sees the dog hair on his clothes.
The lieutenant must have a dog, though Connor can’t remember the name.]
You have a dog, don’t you, lieutenant? I like dogs.
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[Hank cuts the engine once they roll into the parking lot closest to the CyberLife store.]
I do have a dog.
[He sighs. Isn’t sure how to feel hearing Connor almost parrot himself. But it’s promising, isn’t it? The fact that he can express this preference at all?]
How d’you know you like dogs, anyway?
[Maybe the memory is there, deep down. Or maybe Connor’s just trying to suck up to him again.]
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[Connor shifts in his seat.] Should we go in?
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[He turns to Connor. Gives him a long look.
Where one memory lay...]
Yeah. Let’s see what we can see.
[Not long ago, Hank would’ve been throwing a fit about having to check out a CyberLife store. Now, it’s necessary.
Inside the store is unsettling. Some androids on display stand with a blank expression, while others are forced to smile.]
Place gives me the creeps.
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As they move through the store, a man comes out from behind the counter. He's scruffy, a touch run down, but he looks from Hank to Connor and back to Hank.
Issue with your android?