walk with Sumo. It was usually done by Connor, so Lieutenant hadn't had the opportunity to spend some time with his own dog for a long while. The great bernardine loved the android and the way he minded him, but when he saw that the second man was taking the leash, he even whinnied with joy. The man felt remorse. He really had neglected him. 

He slowly got through their favorite route and upon his return, he meticulously combed the dog's thick fur. When he finished, he didn't stand up instanly, allowing the pet rest its great head on his lap, patting it on its neck, looking into its trustful brown eyes.

- You're a good dog, Sumo. People don't deserve dogs. I don't deserve you. - he muttered, receiving receiving an uncertain wagging of the tail as a response. The bernardine probably felt that Hank got depressed as he packed his sizeable body onto his owner's lap.

- For God's sake, Sumo! - Anderson snorted becouse it was clear that the dog weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, but he really wasn't that mad.

A door creaked in the house and Connor appeared from his room. His eyes sparkled with excitement. 

- Did you find out something? - he asked, but it wasn't so hard to quess the answer.

- Sure I did. - he confirmed, proud of himself - Maybe it's not a big deal, but I know who's the one named Suharto.

- So who is him?

- He's an Indonesian scientist and constructor. Previous competitor of Kamski. He tried to invent an alternative method of building androids than thirium and bio-components but it didn't catch on because it was too expensive. He was known for performing experiments on androids. For this reason, he was fired when Elijah returned to Cyber Life management. Unfortunately, there's nothing more 'couse the information is secret. We have to... - he sighed as his shining eyes lost their sparkle – We have to go to the CyberLife Tower.

He didn't like that idea. That place carried a lot of emotional baggage and tons of unpleasant memories. He hadn't been there since the revolution and wouldn't like to change that, but it was the only place where he could find the essential information. 

- Okay, I'll talk with Fowler, and we'll go if it's necessary. From the description he fits the perpetrator but I'm not going to say anything yet, it may turn out to be completely different to what we suspect. - he threw Sumo from his lap - I'm going to sleep. See you in the morning.

Gasoline – Hasley

Anderson dissapear in his bedroom but the android couldn't find a place for himself. The thought of the place he would go to the following day didn't give him peace of mind. He was wandering nervously in the house until he finally went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. His LED flashed yellow. 

Rows of androids stood before his eyes, each was the same, wearing the same uniforms, with matching LEDs on their temples. Why would he be any different from them? What was special about him? Thoughts were pierced his mind. Fear, anxiety, the entire trauma he ever experienced were going back to him during a sudden panic attack. He got a feeling he was nothing, just another serial number, a cog in the machine which was easy to replace. The android couldn't look at himself.

He grabbed the scossors laying next to him with his trembling hand and ripped the LED out of his skin in one violent movement. In a while, he threw it hatefully into the other corner of the bathroom, turning around from his reflection, sat on a chair and his his face in his hands. He needed to calm down. Once he started to feel his own emotions, they often were overhelmed him, especially becouse he didn't show them around the other, even though he was designed to understand emotions as well as possible. He didn't know why he felt that way, he hadn't got through worse things than other androids taking a part in the revolution, who had to watch their loved ones dying. They were injurned and fighting with no hope for the future, just becouse of true desperation. He didn't want to be as emotional as he was becouse he felt weak. 

The wet, cold nose poke him in his knee. He looked up and looked into the trustful, brown eyes. The stress level in his body started to descrease as he knelt on the tiles and put his arms around the big dog's neck, snugging his face into Sumo's fur. His heart slowed down and his breathing calmed down.

- You're a good dog, Sumo... - he sighed with relief, standing up and taking a look into the mirror. He was not a number or a space part. The boy gave himself a pale smile.

- My name is Connor

***

My dears, Chloe is getting into the game!

I absolutely love her and I think she's completely underrated, that's why I wanted to give her a piece of my love. Are you happy? 

Leave something after yourself, tell me how do you find it, I will be grateful!

- Aloha!