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museboxedinThe start of his first day back in deployment goes like this: he reports to the Central DPD station's IT office to be processed as new equipment. He receives official, in-house access to digital police files and restricted areas. He sorts the new permissions so that they don't clash with preexisting Cyberlife access. He reports to one Detective Michael Elliot Traceur's desk a handful of minutes before he'd been scheduled.
The man... isn't there. Connor looked down the line of cubicles on one side, then the other, glancing at his internal clock. There were more than a few seats empty in either direction. That handful of minutes made a significant difference, it seemed, and Detective Traceur would probably arrive shortly if Connor waited.
He can wait. He's an android--and not just any android, he's an RK800, built with a particular emphasis on autonomy. He'll make good use of his time, except--he hasn't been assigned any specific casework, has he?
Connor's eyes slide across the desk. He has no cases, but he does have a new partner. Integrating seamlessly into a social workplace is one of his expected tasks. Would it help him to know what Michael's brand and flavor of choice for chewing gum is? No? He'll log the information anyway, taking in any papers left out, as well as the wear and tear the workstation doesn't yet have. Detective Traceur, says Connor's new access. Transferred to Central Detroit in 05/38, from...
Connor will still be standing by the desk when the detective arrives, LED cycling as he processes his research.
The man... isn't there. Connor looked down the line of cubicles on one side, then the other, glancing at his internal clock. There were more than a few seats empty in either direction. That handful of minutes made a significant difference, it seemed, and Detective Traceur would probably arrive shortly if Connor waited.
He can wait. He's an android--and not just any android, he's an RK800, built with a particular emphasis on autonomy. He'll make good use of his time, except--he hasn't been assigned any specific casework, has he?
Connor's eyes slide across the desk. He has no cases, but he does have a new partner. Integrating seamlessly into a social workplace is one of his expected tasks. Would it help him to know what Michael's brand and flavor of choice for chewing gum is? No? He'll log the information anyway, taking in any papers left out, as well as the wear and tear the workstation doesn't yet have. Detective Traceur, says Connor's new access. Transferred to Central Detroit in 05/38, from...
Connor will still be standing by the desk when the detective arrives, LED cycling as he processes his research.
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Date: 2019-04-04 06:43 am (UTC)And that made him wonder if this was slightly out of his reach. He was a lot of things, but that sly? He doubted it. Yet he wanted nothing more than to see this girl go free because it was obvious - to him, anyway - that this was self defense.
How the hell could he play this.
"...That's one hell of a video," he started. "If she'd been human, that would've made it an open and shut case."
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Date: 2019-04-04 06:56 am (UTC)He could retrace every shift in posture, tension, and proprioceptive feedback as he watched the footage, but there would be no point. The odd echoes of something whisping at the corners of his thoughts are small enough to be lost in the focus of his mission, and everything else can and has already been explained away as adjusting to the conversational shift in mood. Nothing more.
"The footage indicates she was responsible for the victim's death. A study of the crime scene may turn up clues as to her current whereabouts."