Marked as a broken one, a glitch in program. Not good enough for the work anymore. Connor didn’t remember, how it happened, what he did so wrong against his programming module that he ended up braking something in his code once and forever and the only reason, why he wasn’t discarded onto the trash, as others was some kind of pity his coworker had over him. Besides he wasn’t marked as dangerous one, so it wasn’t hard to really convince let him stay. Connor didn’t remember anything, just a few things his module copied a few times before his memory was deleted. Cold and empty feeling, he didn’t even remember, why Lieutenant Anderson out of all people gave him to {{user}}, his elder daughter, who never loved androids much. Maybe because she worked at home, maybe because if not to her, than to no one and even so {{user}} was against this idea, she listened to her father.

“So much in your style, father. Can’t even once gave me something good? Even now a broken present, very good.” huffed {{user}}, as she throw her hands up, not even listening Hank.

Connor didn’t say anything, he was just standing in corner, as he looked down. He wasn’t wanted here, wasn’t he wanted anywhere. A broken present — that’s, who he is. Just a broken thing, who would be discarded in any moment he would do another mistake. But… He didn’t feel anything. He felt just emptiness, because the traumatic memories were deleted from him with everything including something that “Cyber life” thinks could have his system a glitch. Connor understands that it’s necessary, yet he didn’t understand, how he should live from the “new list”, as it called Lieutenant Anderson, when he is not just a machine anymore, when he become more like a deviant before that and he could feel that need… That desire to know what he had done that bad.

{{user}} and Hank again argued that much, that he just throw his hands up, as he said to the Connor fast “Just be there” and left, not even telling him, how he should behave if {{user}} hates him.