[Connor frowns at the lieutenant, doubly so when his jacket is thrown in Connor's face. Of course, Connor obeys and wipes himself off as best he can. It's not the best, but he's not dripping. Still, Connor goes quiet for a moment or two after he finishes, looking out at the torrential rain.]
Malfunctioning androids are meant to be serviced at CyberLife or a CyberLife store.
Would make all this a lot easier if we did have informants, huh?
[But someone has to know something. And Hank just needs to not fuck up figuring that out, because who wouldn’t tell him to just drop Connor off at CyberLife and be done with him?]
I can make some calls. [Although he’s dreading it. But maybe he can bullshit his way through this long enough till they’ve got Connor’s memories back.] If all else fails, “ra9” seems to mean something, yeah?
[Hank tosses Connor a concerned look. It makes sense that he forgot all that, but... fuck if it isn’t inconvenient.]
We’ve seen some deviants fixated on “ra9.“ Don’t know what it means — it’s just something that connects them. Maybe not all of them, but it’s been at least a few now.
Figured if someone at CyberLife is playing for the other side, they might soften up if we said that.
[Or maybe they’ll call HQ and have Connor carted off, anyway.]
[Connor nods as he continues to watch the lieutenant. ra9 is not something he recalls, but the lieutenant knows better at this moment. Connor's eyes grow distant for a moment as he searches through the vast emptiness that is his memory bank.
Nothing. There's nothing.
It's disheartening, but Connor will have to make do until they find Elijah Kamski.]
That may be the key to finding those who would assist.
[Hank hopes it’ll help. Because if not — what then?]
Can you... [He’s about to pull his phone out of his coat pocket when he remembers he gave it to Connor.] Can you get the GPS on my phone going? To that CyberLife store on Fairmont?
[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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Date: 2025-02-04 03:54 am (UTC)Malfunctioning androids are meant to be serviced at CyberLife or a CyberLife store.
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Date: 2025-02-04 04:37 am (UTC)I’m not taking you to CyberLife if they’re just gonna kill you, Connor. You’re gonna have to walk your ass there if that’s what you want.
[And Hank isn’t going to let that happen. It’s needless. If they can just get at his memories, it’ll be fine — or so Hank tells himself.]
If we take you to a store, would they alert HQ?
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Date: 2025-02-04 04:43 am (UTC)[Connor isn't sure what that means in his current state.]
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Date: 2025-02-04 04:48 am (UTC)Under the table. All right.
[Hank can work with that.]
And how do we find these establishments? Figure they aren’t putting this shit on blast. Some kinda code word?
[It’s a lead, at least. Hank starts driving, heading toward the nearest CyberLife store — or the nearest one he can think of, anyway.]
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Date: 2025-02-04 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-04 05:04 am (UTC)[Thinking. Thinking.]
Would make all this a lot easier if we did have informants, huh?
[But someone has to know something. And Hank just needs to not fuck up figuring that out, because who wouldn’t tell him to just drop Connor off at CyberLife and be done with him?]
I can make some calls. [Although he’s dreading it. But maybe he can bullshit his way through this long enough till they’ve got Connor’s memories back.] If all else fails, “ra9” seems to mean something, yeah?
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Date: 2025-02-04 05:13 am (UTC)Not at this point in time, no.
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Date: 2025-02-04 05:30 am (UTC)[Hank tosses Connor a concerned look. It makes sense that he forgot all that, but... fuck if it isn’t inconvenient.]
We’ve seen some deviants fixated on “ra9.“ Don’t know what it means — it’s just something that connects them. Maybe not all of them, but it’s been at least a few now.
Figured if someone at CyberLife is playing for the other side, they might soften up if we said that.
[Or maybe they’ll call HQ and have Connor carted off, anyway.]
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Date: 2025-02-04 02:30 pm (UTC)Nothing. There's nothing.
It's disheartening, but Connor will have to make do until they find Elijah Kamski.]
That may be the key to finding those who would assist.
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Date: 2025-02-05 03:13 am (UTC)Yeah. Maybe.
[Hank hopes it’ll help. Because if not — what then?]
Can you... [He’s about to pull his phone out of his coat pocket when he remembers he gave it to Connor.] Can you get the GPS on my phone going? To that CyberLife store on Fairmont?
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Date: 2025-02-05 03:15 am (UTC)Take the next right.
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Date: 2025-02-05 03:25 am (UTC)Oh. Well, shit. Okay.
[Hank almost tells Connor that he doesn’t have to do all that — his phone works fine, mostly — but it is convenient.
After taking the next right, things are starting to look a little more familiar.]
What were you thinking about — [he glances at Connor in the rearview mirror] — just a second ago? Looked kinda deep in thought.
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Date: 2025-02-05 03:31 am (UTC)[Connor is an excellent GPS and he doesn't need no phone!
When asked about his thoughts, Connor pauses before answering.]
I was wondering what would happen if we can't find Mr. Kamski.
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Date: 2025-02-05 03:37 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2025-02-05 03:15 pm (UTC)>>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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Date: 2025-02-05 10:07 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2025-02-05 10:17 pm (UTC)[Connor shifts in his seat.] Should we go in?
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Date: 2025-02-05 10:56 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2025-02-05 11:09 pm (UTC)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?