CONNOR: The RK800 prototype android designed by CyberLife to hunt deviant androids. His task: to investigate the cause and put a stop to it. But the events in Detroit gradually caused his software to destabilize. Rallied by the deviant leader Markus, Connor joins the peaceful revolution for freedom, becoming a deviant himself.

Now, only a couple months later, Connor is working with Lieutenant Hank Anderson to solve a series of serial murders.
Haley, a young coffee shop barista unknowingly comes in contact with the killer, but manages to escape the attack. Now Connor finally has a victim who isn't dead.
Certain the killer will come for her again, Connor must solve the case while protecting Haley.
But Haley doesn't see Connor like most humans do. Androids have always been friends to her, but spending time with Connor has got her thinking about him in a whole new way.
To Connor, Haley is not just another human. He is taken in by her dark, green eyes and a kindness he's never experienced before.

22 January, 2019

[4] Drinking Buddies


Drinking Buddies

DATE
JANUARY 27, 2039
TIME
PM 10:36:43

Hank took down the rest of his scotch. “Ah.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “So we don’t know the identity of this guy. But we do know where he dumps his bodies. And we know what kind of girls he chases. But we don’t know where he kills ‘em.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to track the blood very far, lieutenant. The trail became buried under too much snow.” Connor sat next to Hank at the bar, leaning his elbows on the countertop.
The gruff lieutenant waved his hand. “That’s alright, it’s a start.” Hank ordered another.
“That was already your third drink, lieutenant. You should probably stop.”
“Yeah, yeah. Last one.”
The bartender put another whiskey in front of Hank.
Connor pulled out a quarter and began rolling it over his knuckles.
Hank gulped down a mouthful of the smoky alcohol. “What about the girl? Haley Ryan?”
“She suffered a huge shock, but seemed to be a bit calmer when I left.”
Hank swirled his scotch in the glass. “Mmm.”
Connor flipped the coin in the air, then closed his fingers around it when it landed in his palm. “She’s really pretty.” He replayed a piece of his memory when the girl looked up at him the first time. “She had very deep green eyes.”
Hank glanced sideways at the android and raised his eyebrows.
Connor gave him a pointed look. “I only mean the killer will likely come after her again. The previous victims were also attractive, Caucasian, red-headed females.”
“Right, right.” Hank said.

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