Hello!

I would like to start with the most important thing, the dedication. I dedicate the entire fanfiction to Solipsit.If it wasn't for her work and a lot of inspiration that she gave me, I would never think of write this story.

'Couse you all have to know that I really hate fanfics, but that only one is my favorite work on entire Wattpad (Jesus Christ, I'm so slipping up which kept me awake until 3 a.m to be done with reading it. I was laughing and crying like a fool at it. It also made me want to make something mine in this subject matter.

Thank you.

Ps. The little chapter is short, but I couldn't wait to public it, next ones will be longer and more refined.

Aloha, enjoy reading!

The playlist on Spotify is called ,, Niestabilny system DBH ". From my side I encourage you to play the songs when there's an adnotation in the text, but I don't force you to it.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6f5OCDrWT5NP6xtfSfS7Df?si=647574ba5e2240d6

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LemonTree - Fools Garden

/Analyse in progress/

Condition:Edible

The android slid a food to a plate by one efficient move, then started moving towards to the table. The door opened at the moment when the dish settled at table top.

-Connor! - a voice came from a doorway - I'm here!

-I know. - he answered peacefully, giving a gentle, crooked smile to the old man who was taking off his shoes. The great dog got up from the bed wagging his tail.

-Hi Sumo... - the arrival muttered, patting the massive pet's head and entering the home. He sniffed - Jesus Christ, Connor, did you do a dinner?

-Of course I did, Lieutenant. - the robot answered, analysing all the information in his mind. He still didn't always understand everything the way he should, often he took things too literally and was unsure if people were satisfied or quite the opposite. The fact he was still learning was making him happy on the one hand but caused discomfort from the other.

-Is there anything you CAN'T DO? - Lieutenant Anderson asked, grimming a little - And why did you suddenly think of cook, damn it?

-There would be a few things. - Connor answered, being absolutely serious - I came to the conclusion it's a good idea. You can't eat pizza everyday, Lieutenant - He added on, embrassing the man by a scolding look.

-Wanna bet? - Hank muttered queitly, althrough he sat by the table anyway and started eat, but quickly he got lost in thought and was moving his hand mechanically, a if he didn't  feel the taste of the dish.

Connor frowned slightly.

-What happened? - he asked, sitting at the corner of the tabletop.

The old policeman froze for a moment.

-Nothing. - he answered, having no hesitation even for a second. Howewer, Connor became suspicious - Completely nothing.

The android reached out and touched Anderson's wrist by two fingers, making him a bit bewildered.

/Analyse in progress/

Pulse: 115 BPM

Pupils: dilated

Intense eye contact

-You'are lying. - he started - You have a rapid heartbeat and dilated pulips. Moreover, you're making eye contact all the time which isn't such a typical thing for someone who's lying. As a Lieutenant at DPD, you have to be concious of it so you're trying to give me quite the opposite feeling - he gave himself a permission to smile of self-satisfaction - If I can suggest some conslussion, Lieutenant, If I were you, I wouldn't be trying to cheat on a detective android. Now can I know what happened?

The policeman was staring at chocolate irises of his partner, not to know what to say. When he finally got anything out, the first thing that came out was a string of juicy curses.

-I would go crazy becouse of you someday. - he snorted when calmed down a bit - You won wise-boy, I'll tell you.

Connor sat down slightly more comfortable. From the sweatshirt with a ,,Detroit Police Department '' caption that he borrowed from Hank, he pulled out a coin. Almost reflexively not paying attention to it, he was turning the coin between his fingers, listening the story.

-So... - Anderson started -Today Folwer wanted to see me in his office after work. Without you. So I told you to go home earlier and I went to find out what that old fool was up to. And he proposed us a case that's really nasty as hell. It's really fresh thing, they just identified the victim, there will be a lot of work there tonight -The Lieutenant stopped for a while and took a look at the android. He was throwing the coin much faster and his eyes were shinning becouse of interest.

They haven't had such a complicated case for a long time, most of them were easy to close in less than two weeks. That's why Connor felt excitement. He was just wondering what was making Hank so worried.

-I'll be honest, we shouldn't take this shit Connor. It's more complicated than you think it is. - the man finished, shaking his head

- Aren't you interested in it, Lieutenant? - he asked, frowning. He was made for complicated cases and started feel the human feeling – boredom. It made him want to get handle with something more ambitious than local store robbery with a baseball bat. The boy wanted some challenge.

- Insterested as shit. I just think it wouldn't be good for you to deal with this case.

It surprised Connor. Lieutenant Anderson rarely was worried of him that way. Despite that, the android was noticing simple examples of taking care, like insisting Connor to stay behing him during intervensions. The robot many times tried to explain that wasn't racional and if one of them had to be shot, it would be better for him to be the one because as if it wasn't enough that he didn't feel any pain, he had higher probability to get out unharmed but he always received the answer to shut his plastic mouth and do what Hank said. Althrough, he didn't think that Lieutenant would give up on interesting mission becouse of him.

-I'm not gonna be hurt... - he smiled - I've seen a lot shocking cases. It would be useful for both of us. I would love to work with you on something more difficult, Lieutenant. 

- For God's sake, Connor! - he snorted - Get the fuck out with this ,, lieutenant ''. You've been living in my house for 3 months. How much longer can you? They don't call me like that even at the station. Soon, you're gonna salut when I tell you to take out the trash. Chill out a bit Goddamn!

The android laughed. It hasn't been happening very often but now it was an honest and true laugh. He stood up from the tabletop and put the coin in the hoodie's pocket. The boy whistled softly, reaching outfor a dog leash and willing to take a walk. Going to the door, he patted his partner on his shoulder.

- Take this case, Hank. Everything will be fine.

***

Hold On - Chord Overstreet

If androids could feel naunseous, Connor surely would've felt them. The android-girl, or rather what's left of her, showed a horrifying view. Her body had been literally torn to pieces. Not all of them were even found. Everything that were fished from the river was massacred. Legs were missed. Hands that were managed to found were full of holes, burnt, deformed and broken in a few places. The torso was shattered, with an open wound. The worst thing was the head. The girl's face froze in such a horrible grimase that looked like she had felt an unimaginable pain, it wasn't just an expression that a one assumes becouse of fear of death. It was an expression that a one assumes when feeling so excruciating pain that make them missing death, waiting for it like for a salvation.

The worst part was that Connor knew that face. It was so familiar for him. The short, brown hair that's now burnt into the living skin and the pretty, full face.

Traci wasn't killed. She was brutally murdered to death. There was nothing to put together.

-Did you find her? - he heard a panicked voice behind himself and closed his eyes. It couldn't be worse.

The Hank's voice was explaining peacefully something to someone who just had arrived but it was heard he didn't know exactly what to say. He failed even finish his explainations 'couse the woman started to run towards the riverside. She stopped right by Connor, disregarding the police tapes and screams of the officers and she took a look at the entire place. The girl completely didn't pay attention to him, but he did to her. She appeared different than she did the last time he saw her, she wore a jacket and denims, completely different than in the last meet, but the most characteristic thing – the dark blue hair - stayed the same.

The second Traci covered her mouth by hands and stumbed down to knees. Connor was slightly unsure of what he should do, everything was reaching to him as if through a haze but he felt he should react somehow. 

- Who did it​? - the girl asked, whispering – Who..?

Connor crouched by her in the mud and placed her hand on his shoulder. Two diods - his and Traci's- were frickering with a furious shade of red. Hank was observing them from over a dozen meters.

- I don't know but I'll do what I can to find out. - he said quietly.

At the moment, Traci curled up, pressing her hands to the place where her thirium pump were hiden under the clothes, as if someone suddenly kicked her. From her chest escaped a desperate, pain-filled sob and the tears flowed down herface.

Connor took the hand of the blue-haired girl in a simple gesture, making a connection accidentally.

Instantly, he was overhelmed by such a wave of emotional hopelessness and desperate that he let go of the hand as if he was burnt, disconnecting. What he felt made him fearful. There were no throughts, no any light, just a feeling of emptiness and loss.

The girl was crouching in the mud, holding herself by her mechanical heart, as if she was afraid that it would fall out and shatter, following her lover and she was crying in the way that made Connor certain the sound would haunt him even after his death.

Not knowing what to do, he embraced Traci and was rocking her  gently, giving her permission to snuggle up her face into his police uniform. He wasn't sure if she was aware of anything. It turned out that she was 'couse after a while a voice rang out in his mind.

- You could've shot us. You could've shot both of us.

 It was enough for Connor. He lifted up the gentle as a lamp girl by her shoulders and brought her towards the person with a big raincoat.

-Hank, please, pick her up to the station. Let her sleep there. There's a need to interrogate her, but definitely not today. Make sure they'll take care of her well and keep detective Reed away.

Lieutenant nodded, with concerned face.

-Okay. What about you?

-Me...I don't know. I need to take a walk, to think. I'll go back on foot.

Anderson sighed and then drew the android to himself and embraced, patting him on his shoulder-blade.

- Don't get into any trouble...- he muttered and then embraced Traci on the shoulders.

The girl was in shock. She wasn't sobbing anymore bu, the tears were flowing in an unbroken stream down her cheeks. There were no objection from her side. 

- Come on, sweetheart, we'll drive you to the station. Everything will be alright, we'll find that asshole.

Connor was watching Traci as she got into the Hank's car and a really, really human shiver ran through him.

 ***
Something Good - alt-j

Connor, when he slightly recovered from the shock, he made a determination to find and bring justice to whoever was responsible for the crime, no metter what would happen.

Of course he saw the crimes done on the androids but they had never been so gruesome. How great the hatred had to be to cause something like that? According the records, Traci had dissapeared more or less a month before. How much suffering she had to endured during that time? Even to a person who doesn't feel pain it's possible to inflict so much damage. The fact he knew her wasn't helpful as well.  

It had been almost a year since the revolution. Androids had their own surnames, houses, jobs, pensions and families. The law was punishing crimes done on the androids as if they were crimes on humans and the public opinion was mostly on their side, altrought it didn't mean it was brightly. He painfully was convincing of how many people didn't tolerate the change and reports of minor skirmishes or bullying of androids by humans were still being sent to the police station."

CyberLife wasn't producing as many androids as before, they decided to produce slim pickings of new ones and each of them was a deviant from the second of ,, birth''. Now they were mainly dealing with repairing existing models. The management had changed, Kamski returned to the company.

Everything seemed to go well, but after what happened that evening, Connor had bad feelings. When he was coming home, walking through dark alleys of Detroit, there was the face of dead Traci under his lids, contorned of agony. He had her at gunpoint a few months before at the Eden Club and who knows, maybe if he had pulled the trigger, he would've spared her a lot of bad things.

His life has changed ever since. 

He opened the door and went home with a sigh. It was very late, after Hank left, he was analysing the place of found body for a long time. He was frustrated and tired.

The boy needed just a moment to catch his breath. If there was something he regretted, it was the fact androids couldn't get drunk. He threw himself on the couch and closed his eyes, wanting a moment of not thinking.

/going to sleep mode in progress/

/restart of software in: 4 hours/

Hank left his bedroom. He couldn't fall asleep. At the station, he put Traci to the care of the receptionist who found a place for the girl to spend the night, and then, he came back home. He felt sorry for the killed android and even more for the one who stayed alive. A vision of Connor being murdered in the same way was haunting him.

He became a little bit scared seeing him unconscious in the living room 'couse Connor never had been sleeping, but he calmed down when he saw that the diode was flashing blue measurably.

-,, Prob he's cooling his circuits or somethin' '' - he thought and approached the android, smiling gently. There was no difference between him and a real human.

The man sighed. It was something he was afraid of when he find out about the case. 

He patted Connor on the shoulder.

- Yeah, yeah, rest up boy... - he muttered and the went back to his bed. Hard times were waiting for them.