Hank felt so exhausted. Constant drinking, no sleeping, and already one attempt under his belt. And most of it was because of Connor, is what he convinced himself. None of this would have happened if Connor want built or assigned to be his assistant. He blamed Connor. He always did, that tin can.

Hank pretended to take Connor out on a little walk by a lake in Detroit, it looked rather pretty under the dim lights of the street lights. As Connor mostly talked, Hank unexpectedly pulled a gun out, and promptly pointed it at Connor's head, yet still stayed a few feet back.

“What will happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Android heaven?”