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.

31 January, 2019

[15] Not Human, Not Machine


Not Human, Not Machine

DATE
FEBRUARY 6, 2039
TIME
PM 05:58:22

Haley stood on a small bridge that went over a frozen creek in Three Cranes Park. She stared out at the horizon as the last of the daylight faded. She crossed her arms and leaned them on the bridge railing.
A gentle flurry of snow fell as she thought about the android with the warmest coffee-brown eyes. She had been so stupid. Why had she tried to act on her feelings? She thought that maybe he felt something too.
But no. He had just been protecting her. Nothing more.
She had been emotionally vulnerable. That’s all.
A cold winter breeze blew in, swirling around her. Haley closed her eyes and remembered how tightly Connor held her when he found her. The feeling of his face against her shoulder and his hand in her hair. She let out a sigh.
“I’m not human.”              
Haley’s eyes opened, and she turned her head to the side at the sound of the familiar android voice.
Connor stood at one end of the bridge. “But you’ve never seen me as a machine either.”
Haley stood up straight and faced his direction. She felt a rush inside her and her heart instantly began to pound.
Connor took a step closer. “You’ve taught me a lot about being alive, Haley. And I know there’s still a lot I don’t understand.” He took another two steps forward.
As he stepped closer, Haley’s heart rate picked up.
“I thought only a real person could understand you. I thought only a real person could provide the comfort you needed last night.” He stepped closer.
Haley hesitated. “I don’t want just anyone. People try to pretend they understand you when they don’t.” Haley took a deliberate breath. “I’ve never known anyone who tried so hard to understand me like you do. You’re more real than any person, Connor.”
Connor stopped just a few inches in front of her, his eyes searching hers.
Haley’s stomach knotted, and her heart raced so fast she could hear it. She looked into his eyes, warm as coffee, and she melted to the core. She watched as the snow settled and disappeared on his shoulders.
Connor slowly lifted his hand and gently brushed his fingers on her cheek.
Haley’s head spun, and her legs went numb.
Then he his other hand on her face and pulled her into him. He lightly pressed his lips to hers slowly and carefully.
Haley rested her palms low on his chest and let out a soft breath against his lips.
Connor pulled back for half a moment, before he kissed her again, deeply and fully.
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