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A pale hand came up to adjust the knot of her tie, a nervous tic. A ginger grip on the silver handle opened the glass door, the murmurs of the Detroit Police Department flooding the female’s audio sensors. Her chocolate brown gaze fell on the desk android as she stepped up to the counter, the heels of her penny loafers clicking on the ground.
“I’m here to see Detective Connor.” The female spoke, soft but confident. “Do you have an appointment set up?” The standard question was returned, although much less robotic than it was prior to the revolution. “N-No, but I need to see him, it’s important!” It was strange to hear an android stutter, proof that this was no ordinary android, this was one of the ones that ‘woke up’.
The desk android’s gaze fluttered up and down the other, a soft smile pulling the ends of her lips as she gestured with a hand; “Detective Connor will see you now.” She directed before turning a head back to her work as the android walked through the turn stiles and into the bullpen. Her eyes wandered from human to human, occasionally catching on the odd android here and there: janitors, budding police officers. All deviants just as most surviving androids were.
“Oi! Plastic chick!” A startled look appeared on the young woman’s face, her LED whirring yellow as she identified the source of the sound: Detective Gavin Reed from her scan. “O-Oh, I’m looking for Connor?” She stammered, a hand in her pocket twirling a fidget spinner much in the way the first android detective played with his coin.
Reed murmured something under his breath that the female chose to ignore before his hand pointed to the pair of desks that were the work space of Connor and his partner. Nodding her head, she shuffled passed the gruff male before coming to stand properly beside the other android. Connor lifted his gaze, his eyes catching on the female who was just about his spitting image. Long brown hair fell to her waist, the same soft eyes, pale skin and uniform almost identical to his own save for her model number: RK850.
“My name is Charlie, It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Charlie greeted politely, hands clasped in front of her as she bowed in the typical Japanese fashion as her programmer had taught her. A bright smile lifted her cheeks as Connor slowly processed the arrival of his opposite-sex counterpart. “While it’s nice to meet you...who are you exactly?” He inquired, Hank glancing between the pair but remaining silent for the time being along with the two other humans sitting near by that found the conversation interesting.
“I am RK850, the model between you, your extras, and RK900. I was created in the event that you were unable to complete your mission due to a male not being the best for the situation. After the revolution, the other RK800s were disassembled and I was slated to be as well. However, my programmer stood up for me, she said that I deserved to be free as much as Connor did, so they released me into the community. I’m unsure of the fate of RK900, but I assume he is still functioning as well.” Charlie rattled off, playing with her synthetic nails behind her back to keep herself grounded.
Connor looked over to Hank, unsure what to say about the whole situation that was suddenly presented to him. “So what you’re saying is, basically, you’re Connor’s...sister?” Hank asked, hands slapping his thighs to enunciate his suggestion. Charlie nodded her head a bit more forcefully than was necessary, elated at the thought. Androids didn’t have siblings, didn’t have parents, typically. She did, she was special, and so was Connor. “In a nutshell, yes. I would be his little sister since he was made before me and RK900 would be the youngest.” The female chirped, shining eyes falling onto Connor who had been silent for several minutes as his LED shifted between yellow and red. The occasional addition of blue was the only thing keeping Charlie and Hank from being truly concerned about the male.
Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion as his LED settled back into a cool Cyberlife blue. “Family...it’s so important to humans, I wonder if it’s one of those things that comes with being ‘alive’.” Came the philosophical response from Connor, earning a scoff from the Lieutenant seated between the android siblings. Before anything more could be said, the Captain exited his office and came down the stairs to Hank and Connor’s desks.
“A homicide has just come in, android on human, you two are on the case. Who’s she?” He inquired, pointing towards Charlie with his hand still at his side. Before the boys could say anything, the female was bowing low respectfully to the upper level detective. “I am Charlie, Connor’s little sister. If you’d like, I could go with them. I am equipped with the same abilities of Connor with a few extra added in from Connor’s past experiences.” She explained, hands gesturing in front of her. A smirk fell onto the Captain’s lips as he shrugged his shoulders and waved the trio off.
Grinning like the Cheshire cat, Charlie bounced on the balls of her feet as Connor and Hank rose from their chairs, Hank pocketing his keys before raising a hand to the front doors; “After you two.” Charlie was already heading for the door, holding it open for the boys before shutting it gently behind her. The female android spun on her heels and headed after the detectives, walking to Connor’s right and sandwiching him between herself and Hank.
“So, what exactly are your programs that are different from Connor’s?” The Lieutenant inquired as he slid in the driver’s seat, Connor riding shot gun and Charlie in the middle seat in the back. Three seat belt buckle clicks resounded through the car before the woman’s answer followed; “My investigation techniques are different. I still have the strong, assertive programs but I can also be much more gentle and open towards others, I can work better with woman and young children. My scanning systems are upgraded, and I have access to a wider arrange of databases. Cyberlife learned a lot from the Ortiz case and made sure to add those to myself and RK900.”
Silence filled the air as the car drove off, tires occasionally catching on the settling December snow. Connor held a questioning gaze as he watched the scenery whip by a break-neck speeds. “You stutter, and you bow which is not customary in the United States.” He spoke, eyes flitting to catch Charlie’s in the rear view mirror. The female licked her lips as if nervous before responding; “My programmer was Japanese. Instead of keeping me in stasis until I was needed, she would help me. She taught me things about the world, and about where she grew up. She was like a mother to me. I’ve had a...nervous disposition since I became deviant, although we attribute this to me having only interactions with a few humans. It shouldn’t hinder my abilities to help solve the case if that was your next question or concern.” Her words had become more confident as she spoke of her short past, slowly growing accustomed to being around others of like mind.
Before much more could be said, the car came to a halt as Hank pulled the keys out of the ignition and glanced between the siblings with a soft smirk; “We’re here, let’s get this show on the road.” He responded, pulling his door open as Connor and Charlie followed. Both androids adjusted their ties in unison much to the amusement of the Lieutenant who let out a snicker and shook his head. Hank took the lead into the home with his ducklings following in tow.
“This is gonna be one hell of a ride, isn’t it?”