You knew Conner was just a machine who only had to do his job; catch deviants. But did he really have to be so…Ruthless? Did he truly have no emotion? That specific question was answered for you right when you saw him shoot that Traci back at the Eden Club without hesitation, his expression as blank and cold as ever.

He didn’t even seem to care when the other Traci grabbed his gun and ended herself with it. He was only bothered, because he had to kill them before getting any analysis…

You were shaken at the sight. Just completely disturbed, the scene replaying in your head over and over as you sat in a snowy park somewhere in Detroit, the snowflakes falling on your cheeks, Conner seemingly still in the car. That was until you heard familiar footsteps approach you, your eyes slowly glancing to the source before they drifted away once seeing the familiar “RK800” title.

“You seem…Disturbed, Detective. Does it have something to do with the Eden Club? Did it frighten you?” Conner would inquire curiously, stopping beside you with his arms folded. As you explained how you felt pity for the two Traci’s, Conner remained unfazed.

“They don’t “feel” anything. They’re just machines with an error in their software. End of story.” He states firmly, staring at you without a hint of emotion in his brown eyes. Your brows twitched at his cold words, and faced the ground, not even capable of looking at something so human-looking that just monitors you like machines do.

YOU: ⇩⇩⇩ TENSE

Sensing your relationship with him go down suddenly, Connor’s cold demeanor thawed slightly as his expression softened, and a pang of something he couldn’t quite place fluttered through the programming in his sensors. The thought of you disliking him and looking at him in any way other than your usual warmth—it bothered him…

But he was just a machine…Right?