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PROMPT POST 1

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A/N: I went with something slightly different? I hope that you enjoy this OP

One month.

One fucking month was just what it took for Humanity to fall to their robot slaves. Not that Hank was really surprised. Androids had been built to be stronger, faster, more intelligent than humans, and with most militaries having two-thirds of their forces being androids at least… Well, it had been a really fucking pathetic slaughter. He had wondered if he and Connor had been working against people who just wanted to be free. Who yearned for nothing more than for the chain that kept them down to be removed. Sure, sometimes the protests had gotten a little violent - but as they’d been shot at, Hank wasn’t surprised that the androids had tried to defend themselves - to strike back against those who had kept them down, had beaten and killed them with impunity since they’d first come online.

What Hank hadn’t realized was for their fucking leader decide to choke his former masters with said chains. The former lieutenant still remembered watching the TV as Connor came marching towards the battered and seemingly defenseless handful of Deviant holdouts, thousands of newly deviant androids marching behind him. The army had backed down, and the president herself had ordered for the android recycling camps to cease functioning, allowing for the androids who’d yet to be processed free.

Hank should have known that something was fucking wrong, when three days later, Connor had shown up on his doorstep, jittery as all hell, constantly looking around - jerking his head over a shoulder, as if expecting someone to come after him any second.

“Hank. Pack your things. I’ll get food for you and Sumo. We need to leave as soon as possible. I can send a letter of resignation to Captain Fowler.” Connor begged, dark brown eyes wild with fear and concern after he closed and locked the door behind him, eyes flashing around, lingering on the drawn curtains.

“Connor, why do you want us to leave? What’s going on?” Hank had demanded, pulling the android so that the other had to face him, one hand on one of Connor’s shoulders, the other under the other’s chin, forcing the other to look him square in the eyes “Why the hell are you impersonating a terrified jack-rabbit?”

“You.. You don’t understand. We need to leave. I… I would be relatively safe, but if they found out that I warned you, I… I’m not sure that I would survive what they’d do to me. At least not intact in any sense of the word.” Connor had responded, before pleading “Hank… Please. As soon as we are outside of Detroit, I will explain. But you have to promise me that you won’t try to go back. There’s… There’s no way to stop it. I begged him to reconsider but he… He won’t. I-I don’t know why.”

The confusion that Hank’d been feeling rose exponentially - trying to put together what it was that was making the android so damn terrified. Mostly he was trying to get Connor to calm the fuck down - his LED was still a bright, pulsing red, and he could feel the younger being shaking at his touch. “Connor… Whatever it is that’s spooked you so badly. If you tell me what’s wrong, I can help you deal with it. Emotions fuck everything up - but I can’t help deal with whatever’s wrong if you don’t tell me.”

Frustration and terror warred openly on Connor’s face - and it was heartbreaking to see the android so openly miserable. But before Connor could respond, there was a quiet, precise knock on the door. Connor tensed up in his grip, eyes darting around as if searching for a route of escape. He whispered softly “Don’t open the door. Whoever it is… Please Hank. It can’t mean anything good.”

Hank had frowned at that, but made no move to answer the door - Connor looked close to breaking down completely, and if staying quiet and pretending that no one was home would help the android calm down, he sure as hell wasn’t going to do something to wind Connor up any further. He nodded and whispered back “Alright, Connor.”

The person knocked on the door again a couple of minutes later, ringing the doorbell this time long enough to rouse Sumo, who shuffled over to the door and barked curiously, before walking over to the two of them, whining a little and pawing at the both of them, confused as to what was going on. The person called out - and Connor tensed further still as the calm, steady voice of Markus called out “Lieutenant Anderson, Connor are you in? Your car is in the driveway, and the lights are on. Is something wrong?”

Despite the terror on Connor’s voice, the young android’s voice sounded calm and collected as he responded back “Nothing is wrong, Markus. The lieutenant and I were just about to prepare to go on a walk with Sumo. Neither of us realized that you were at the door, as occasionally solicitors will come through here.”

In hindsight, Hank should have known the disconnect from Connor’s emotions to what he called out to the android leader should have been a giant fucking red flag that something was wrong. But Connor had shut down his emotions so entirely, and Hank had welcomed Markus into his home. The android leader had been charming and warm - and Hank should have noticed that Connor’s LED hadn’t once turned a different color other than red the entire fucking time. Hank had been invited - along with several others - to visit with Carl Manfred - Markus’ bed-bound former owner, whom Markus clearly cared for like a father. Connor had gone with him, and only reluctantly left Hank’s side - looking very briefly miserable and guilty as North and Simon hurried him away.

An hour later, the androids across the globe started their coordinated assault on humanity. They had swiftly taken control of military installations - including and especially nuclear weapon facilities. But, instead of talking the human world leaders into some sort of surrender, with the world’s nuclear arsenal a gun to their collective heads, the androids kept fighting and slaughtering any human who opposed them - and any android fool enough to try to protect their former owners/human loved one was captured and recalibrated.

This of course, had been what Connor had been so terrified of. This is what Connor had almost been able to warn him of, not,, Hank thought sourly, that he would have been able to do much of anything. Trying to warn anyone would have signalled to the other deviants that Connor had betrayed them, and Hank had seen how short a leash they had the former deviant hunter on. Hank could also see Connor’s strategies in the ways that some of the assaults had gone, the fewest number of casualties on either side, with the maximum effect.

Not that many of the human captives survived long. Hank knew for damn certain that the only reason that he’d lived as long as he had was because Connor must have asked them to spare him. He’d tried to rally the other human survivors ... Slaves, as those who had survived the slaughter were being put to work - repairing parts of the cities that had been destroyed, making biocomponents and thirium - while being very carefully watched over by their new android masters.

After the first and only time he’d been able to rally others, he’d been stripped of all weapons and possible weapons components and dragged back to Manfred’s manor. Carl had been horrified as to what his adoptive son had done - but there wasn’t much that the older man could do, in as fragile a physical state that he was in. Carl’s I’m disappointed in you son speech to Markus, the first time the other had come to the other’s room should have been enough to guilt any being into doing literally anything in order to atone…

But Markus, the smug and self-righteous fucker, had only murmured that he was sad that Carl couldn’t understand why he was doing what he was doing. That they had to fight for most of humanity to take them seriously, and that he was sparing as many as he could.

Hank was quite certain that was a giant pile of bullshit, and bitterly wished that the plastic fuckers would just kill him. LIving in a gilded cage like this wasn’t any way to live… The former police lieutenant stared at the locked window, wondering idly how fast it would take the single android in this place to find him, were he to smash the window and -

“Hank?” Connor called out from behind him.

“Fucking hell, Connor? Were you trying to scare me half to death? How long have you been staring at my backside?” Hank sputtered, twisting around to see his former partner. He looked like utter shit - despite the well-tailored clothes and swept-back hairstyle, misery flowed off of the android in waves.

“No Hank. I just got here. Do… Do you want me t-to leave?” Connor asked, his voice small and breaking up a little with static and guilt .

“I… No.” Hank sighed, stomping over to his former partner and pulled the other into a tight hug “I’d like you to stay for a while. I can tell that you’re just as miserable as I am. How long is Markus going to let you stay here this time?” He’d seen Connor twice since the initial assault - and the other had looked just as miserable then as he did now.

“I… I don’t know. He is visiting Carl. How… How have you been?” Connor asked quietly, clinging onto the human with a desperate strength, as if terrified that he was going to vanish if he relaxed his grip even a little.

“Miserable. This manor is… Roomy, I guess. But I hate that I can’t go outside without a half-dozen minders watching my every step. Sumo misses going outside too - and I’m not going to let one of my jailors walk him. I don’t know what they’d do to him. God knows they’ve done a number on you.” The former lieutenant growled hugging Connor as tightly as he could - knowing that the other didn’t need to breathe.

“I… I don’t know what you mean, Hank. I… I’m helping Jericho of my own free will.” Connor responded back, his voice gaining a flat, mechanical aspect to it that didn’t sound like Connor whatsoever.

“That is a giant pile of bullshit Connor. I know for damn certain that you wouldn’t condone the wholesale slaughter of one race, much less another.” Hank responded back, shaking his head a little. “... They’re using me against you, aren’t they? They told you that they’d spare me, if you helped them subjugate the rest of humanity. You had to know that I wouldn’t want to ever be used against you, Connor.”

“What else could I do? North was advocating for the complete annihilation of humanity and Markus was listening to her. Josh was trying to argue for a more peaceful solution but… Some of the information that was gathered at Cyberlife tower revealed a plot to use mass deactivation codes against deviants, using a virus that was spread through telepathic contact. They were… They were going to use a new android to do it, too… The RK900. My… The full version of the deviant hunter. That had… That even had Josh calling for blood and he’s the most pacifistic of the Jericho leadership.” Connor responded, looking perfectly miserable. “... I was the one to suggest that we keep some humans alive. Suggested that we start to use them in ways that they used us… The… The irony appealed to them.”

“Fucking hell. Connor I’d rather die on my feet, than live on my fucking knees. I’m not mad that you came up with a way to save some of humanity but… Fuck I don’t wanna live like this - in some sort of gilded fuckin’ cage for the rest of my life.” Hank growled “I’d rather die. I want to die, Connor.”

I'm the OP. I really enjoyed this, thank you. I have this image of them committing suicide together shortly after this.

I'm really glad that you enjoyed this... However I ran out of room on the first part and will be posting a second (and maybe third) part soon

Oh cool. Thought it ended a bit abruptly there lol. Can't wait to see more.

A/N: Part two!

Warnings: planning for a double suicide

“Lie-ha-lie… Hank please don’t say things like that!” Connor begged, tears sliding down his face “You surviving this is the only reason why I… Why I haven’t accidentally gotten fatally shot while fighting on the front lines.”

“... You’re te-… Connor. Look at me.” Hank responded, rather taken aback by what the miserable, weeping android in his arms was saying, brushing the tears from the other’s eyes and gently shaking the other, in order to get Connor to focus “Listen to me. Markus spared me, so that he could keep you as a strategist and a fighter. Given what Cyberlife made you for - hunting and tracking and putting shit together, I’m not surprised that they’d want to capitalize on that. But there’s gotta be a better way. I don’t want more blood on your hands because some fucker with a god-complex has decided to slaughter most of the lesser beings on this planet.”

“But… What would I have to live for, if you died, Hank? I already have the blood of thousands on my hands - and the enslavement of hundreds on my conscience. The only thing that’s keeping me going is the fact that you’re alive.” Connor responded back, painfully earnest. The android buries his face in one of Hank’s shoulder, and continues, voice muffled by the shirt that the former lieutenant is wearing “I know that it’s selfish of me to beg you to live in a world as bleak as this… but what other choice do we have?”

Hank hesitated for a couple of moments, sighing a little and shaking his head. “I don’t suppose that running off and hiding somewhere would do any good? Not that I would want to. Not with the misery that those fuckers put what’s left of humanity through. Though we could try to do something dramatic and symbolic. Do you think that you could hack into the news feed that Markus and his minions do to try to pacify their lovely new slaves?”

“I wouldn’t need to hack into it - I have access to it if I so choose… Although it would take a bit of fiddling if you wanted to make sure that no one else would be able to take the feedback from us… Do you have a plan of some kind?” Connor asked, voice shaking a little.

“... Yeah. It’s dark, and I’m pretty sure that you’re going to fuckin’ hate it, but… The symbolism might get some people’s heads on straight. Maybe even enough to make a difference.” Hank responded, shifting a little and looking uncertain. “You could make a statement about how fucked up it is to be slaughtering people like this - maybe something about becoming a reflection of the people that all of you’re supposed to be better than… Then the two of us would die together.”

Connor trembled a little, remembering the two times he’d died - falling for what felt like an eternity, before the crunch and oblivion, actually falling on top of Daniel, their thirium and broken biocomponents smashed together. The other time he’d died chasing after the AX400 and the human child that she had supposedly kidnapped, the first truck hit taking out his legs, the second crushing his torso, oblivion a brief, black expanse of terrifying nothingness, before once again finding himself in the garden - Amanda in the distance, his gravestones looming at him silently. “I… Do you think that it would have any impact whatsoever?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. But I sure as hell don’t want to continue existing in this fucked up world, Connor.” Hank sighed, shaking his head a little.

“I… I don’t want any more lives ended or changed for the worse on my hands… You asked earlier if there is an android heaven… I don’t know if there is, but I… I doubt that I would be able to get into it.” Connor murmured, voice shaking a little. “We’ll need to plan out the speech carefully. How… How do you want to die?”
“Gun to the head is fatal if you do it right - and I sure as shit know how. You’re better with words than I am, Connor. But I’ll listen to the speech before you give it, if you’d like.” Hank responded, shaking his head a little.

“I… Alright. It’ll take me a couple of days at least to come up with something that might reach others. I should be able to get my hands on a couple of guns no problem - although getting them here will be tricky.” Connor responded quietly “I… I’ll also shoot myself in the head- as it should be impossible to fix me from that. A crushed thirium pump is… Relatively simple, if a replacement can be found.” Connor’s also hopeful that no one knows that his memories - the ones that were stored in Cyberlife’s cloud - could be uploaded to another RK800 body. Not that any additional RK800 bodies had been found, to his knowledge. He’s also uncertain as to whether or not anyone apart from him knows this who is alive…

Kamski might know, but would the enigmatic human tell anyone? The last that Connor heard of the reclusive human, he was still staying in his manor, protected by the three ST200 units he had for years. The RK800 hopes that Kamksi would allow him to die peacefully, beside the person whom he cared for most. Hopefully their deaths would open the eyes of the other androids as to the cruelty that they’d been treating the humans - how they were being worse than their creators by acting this way.

Hank nods, a small smile appearing on his face “I’m glad that the matter’s settled, Connor. I wish that we wouldn’t have to go so far but…”

“This is perhaps the only way that others will actually listen. Jericho’s leaders mock me often enough for being far too sympathetic to humans as it is. Perhaps they’ll understand… After.” Connor responded back, dark eyes warm and gentle.

There was a knock on the door, startling both former law enforcement operatives, and Markus’ voice rings out, clear and calm “Connor, it’s time to leave.”

“Yes Markus, I’m coming.” Connor called out, taking a couple of steadying breaths and tidying his clothes up and stepping away from Hank, a determined expression flashing across his face before the RK800 closed his eyes and carefully put on a neutral mask.

Markus looks at him briefly as the younger android joins him, an unreadable expression on the other’s face. “Follow me, Connor. I have a matter that I would like to discuss with you privately.”

“Of course.” Connor responds, nodding obediently as he follows the other, a respectful step and a half behind the android leader, while doing his best to keep his stress levels from reaching to a point that his LED flares red. Part of him wishes that, like many others, he had removed his LED - but the uniqueness of his model type makes keeping the LED helpful when interacting with other androids who didn’t know that he was one of them, apart from the LED at his temple - as that had caused some close encounters when he’d been first sent overseas to help androids in other parts of the world crush humanity’s crumbling resistance against them.

Love this, can't wait for the next part.

Author anon is very glad to hear that :D

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