#dbh connor 51

[nock-and-bolt]

Hank: Chris asked me how I handle the RKs so easily

Hank: I have no idea how he came to such a bullshit conclusion. I have no control over them whatsoever. This morning Connor called my name and when I showed up to see what was going on, Sixty shot me with a nerf gun

[mooseonahunt]

And there goes my Connor quota for the year. Say bye-bye. Not drawing him again until next year! /hj

[eclatdenoisette]

Little redraw of the RKs

[iwonderwh0]

Has anyone written fics when there are more than one active Connors and the two of them are having this really heated argument if Hank would notice the difference between them. The one who was activated earlier has no doubt about it, the one who got activated later (I won't call him sixty here, because he'd be the other, later version. Or actually, let it be 59, the one who was never featured in the original game) is convinced that the opposite is true, and to find out the answer they change places for a day, so Hank spends the whole next day and night with this other Connor. He didn't notice shit. And from his perspective Connor was just this really happy android for one day and the next day after that for some reason he got so depressed, literally out of nothing, it almost looks like he's on a verge of tears this next day. And Hank has absolutely no idea what's wrong.

From Connor's perspective it's not only about Hank, it's like a proof to something more, about what he is as an individual. Another Connor tho is pretty happy about the outcome, he proved his point – they are the same person, or if not, the difference between them is not significant enough to take it into account. Although after giving it another tought he as well realises that the outcome is...scary. Even being seperate minds in seperate bodies sharing most of the memories they've ever had, but still having some seperate ones, they can be replaced with someone who'd look the same, act the same, feel the same, someone who'll think of their predecessor's memories as their own. Because this someone will be them, but also not. At this moment they'd realise that all those times they had died in the past (like one or two times) it wasn't like they were returned back to life. No, they were really much mortal all along and those deaths? Those weren't theirs. They remember it, but those were other Connors, just like each of them now, but different. They themselves were thinking about those memories as their own. But those have never belonged to any of them. They couldn't even spot the difference between themselves and those predecessors till this moment. But now they both are hit with realisation. They are mortal, always has been. And they are replacable. Once again, this realisation is not a new one, but it hits different this time. Replacable still.

[rk8connorzz]

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔱 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: While cleaning around your apartment, Connor decides to stop by. A gift in hand and a surprise awaiting you. 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: None This is teeth rotting fluff (Dirty ass minds when I said surprise smh /lh /j)

Soft music played distantly in the background as I began cleaning my home. The window that wasn't covered by the curtain showcased a beautiful fall scene outside. Orange and yellow-leaved danced towards the ground. The alluring sun slowly set down on Detroit. Autumn was always my favorite season. The streets were littered with people dressed for the cold either taking walks with their significant others or just wandering around the streets to see the stunning scenery of Detroit's fall.

The song played silently in the background. I started with my kitchen, tidying up the ingredients I left on the counter. Organizing the messy countertop. Saving the dishes for later, I grabbed a can of air freshener from the corner of the granite counter. Halloween was always such a beautiful time of the year. Pumpkins with silly faces were scattered across almost every other person's front doorstep. The fake Styrofoam graveyards, spider webs, the orange and purple lights placed neatly on the outside of the small houses, and the skeletons which moved when you stepped on a pressure plate were common in my neighborhood.

The colorful sight reminded me briefly of a certain charming android from the DPD, where I work. His beautiful deep brown eyes drowned into mine whenever we made eye contact. The few freckles are placed perfectly along his face. His enchanting voice puts me into a trance whenever I listen to it. The way he did everything was damn near perfect. Just like him. He always smelt of sweet spices and coffee. I didn't realize I was spacing out thinking about him until I heard someone knocking at my door. I quickly yelled "Just a second!" I picked up my pace a tad, spraying 4 sprays of the air spray, then I walked as fast as I could to the door to be greeted by a very handsome and familiar face. "Hello, Detective! You weren't at work today, and I wanted to check up on you. I apologize if I interrupted something." The RK800 standing in front of me practically whispered the last part of his sentence. The deep orange sun shone on Connor, making him look as if he was gleaming. His eyes wandered, scanning the environment behind me.

"O-oh! Sorry. I was just cleaning up the house. You can come in if you want." I politely moved to the side to allow him to walk into the apple and cinnamon-smelling apartment. I just barely heard Connor taking a deep breath in. His chest heaved up, then back down once again. "I" Connor suddenly paused, then resumed. "I brought you something. I know that Halloween is a favorite for you, and I am aware it isn't typically a holiday where you bring your loved ones gifts, but I felt like I should buy you something for this holiday." I was facing the couch while Connor was behind me. I looked behind just so I can see his tall figure standing awkwardly. He held a small box inside of his pale palms. His left thumb grazed over the cardboard from side to side. I turned fully to face the beautiful man. A small giggle escaped my mouth before I began speaking, "Con, you know you don't need to waste your money on me. But.. thank you anyways." I shot him a soft and reassuring smile. He situated his hands towards me, leaning the box forward. I hesitated before shyly grabbing the white cardboard box. "But is it really 'wasting' if I'm using it on someone I deeply care for?" His sultry voice came to break the almost completely quiet atmosphere.

A soft gasp fell from me as a diamond-plated necklace was presented inside the box. I fought the urge to cry in front of the android. My right hand clasped firmly over my quivering mouth. He spent a fortune on this, didn't he? "Do you like it?" Connor questioned. A quiet "I love it" can be heard from me. I could barely see him inching himself close to me. Soon wrapping his arms around me, embracing me in a tight and warm hug. The man stood just a few inches taller than me, but he never had to look down at me. His hands rubbed behind my back. I soon wrapped my arms behind him, smiling from ear to ear. I felt like I was melting. "I love you." The android admitted. I was taken aback by his words. It felt unbelievable. He moved his head slightly to place his lips on the top of my head. "I-I love you too, Connor. I always have." I pulled away from the hug to make more eye contact with the almost ethereal RK800. The man was delightful to look at. Truly a sight for sore eyes. I could stare adoringly into his eyes as long as possible. His eyes took me in and held me with comfort. Almost hypnotizing me. His face closed in with mine, ending the distance between our faces. His lips intertwined with mine. Both of my hands fled to his cheeks, cupping them both with love. His lips felt like a cloud. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from the passionate kiss. "I've wanted to do that for so long." A deep rose flew upon my cheeks. I locked my fingers in his hair, playing with it slightly. "Me too, my love. It was even better than I imagined it would be." We shared another slow, deep, and calm kiss. "May I call you mine, (Name)?" A soft and sweet "Yes" Fell from my lips, which he soon took into his once more. I felt like I was inside a dream, being kissed by an angel sent straight from heaven. "As long as I can call you to mine as well." He laughed shortly, then looked into my eyes. Almost adoringly. "I wouldn't have it any other way, angel."

[httpslvr]

currently writing connor/daniel shit cz theres hardly any n i wanna see angry fics 💔

[katlakitty]

I decided to try and make my Detroit Become Human Family in Sims without Mods or CC. This is my Sims 4 version of Sixty. Without Mods or CC.

First thing he did in game was hit the dance floor. Connor wasn't impressed and challenged him at pingpong.

Connor won, btw.

[lcs69]

[maddsmallow]

" "con, don't you ever fuckin' relax?"

"lieutenant, i'm a machine. i don't need to 'relax'."

"oh fuck you, come on, we're on break. loosen up a little or something. you can chill out from your fuckin' mission for the three minutes it'll take me to smoke this cigarette. and shut your mouth before you go telling me it isn't actually exactly three minutes on average to smoke a cigarette or whatever."

connie closes her mouth. a small addition to her list of missions to accomplish is made: try to appear "relaxed" to appease lieutenant anderson. a raise in friendship means an easier partner to work with, so connie carefully inspects the lieutenant's posture and does her best to replicate it. being a machine of plastic and metal certainly doesn't make it easy. "

hankcon, but gorls. did i base hank off of my butch lesbian manager at my old job at a sex toy store who was covered in spongebob tattoos? absolutely yes i did

mostly i just wanted to portray fem!hank as a Large Woman because i think there is a severe lack of that. broad with muscle hidden under fat, like the kind of woman who does shot put. so uh,,, ms trunchbull basically LMAO. deep voice, raspy from smoking and drinking, all that good stuff 😩👌 also peep the button on her jacket hehe

got some headcanons and stories for them under the cut!

-hank wears cargo shorts 100% of the time. no matter the weather or temperature. like, 'bill and ted at prom in shorts, but it's her at a dpd ceremony in cargo shorts' level. but not actually because i'm totally gonna draw her in a pantsuit later, totally not with connie on her hip in a slinky dress 👀

-also yes hank's shirt is a spongebob reference

-when people ask hank why she goes by hank and not her "real name," (which i like to headcanon is "henrietta") she always says, "oh it's actually a really funny story, i'll tell you later," and the later never comes lmao. or, if she does tell you, it's some made up wacky story that actually has nothing to do with giving herself the name hank. the real reason? she just likes it

-speaking of "henrietta," this story, 'if you know where to look' by ghost_teeth, works so fucking well with a lot of my headcanons about how their characters would be like genderbent! highly recommend it, and all their dbh stories honestly!

-connie has a compact gun (i asked my brother for examples and he said sig p365 or springfield hellcat, which i think work perfectly for this) holstered inside her jacket on the left side. also, i'm stealing this idea from this post (which basically almost has the same design for fem!connor (altho like, most designs for her are basically the same lmao)) but she also has a knife strapped to her thigh

-her skirt is actually made of some super high tech flexible and durable material, and she's got specific programming to make her balance crazy good, since she'll be running in heels. she's made to hunt and pursue deviants so obviously she needs to be able to run and jump. the outfit is only made to appear like a standard "business woman" to blend in with the humans she would be required to work with, but otherwise gives her everything/doesn't hold her back from doing what she needs to complete her mission. here's a bonus conversation i had with @extraordinaryandroid about it lmaoo:

-hank met connor-51 first for the ortiz case, but connie-52 (with 51's memories of course) came in the next day when it was announced they were to be officially paired to investigate deviants. cyberlife has their grubby lil hands in everything so of course they knew their RK800 unit would be paired with this lieutenant anderson before basically anyone else, and deemed that she'd get along better with a "female model" that she would find attractive. which of course has hank like WOW that's super weird and gross of y'all! and i fucking hate that it's working you pieces of shit at cyberlife !!!! but ofc connie's like "im a machine i dont even have a gender" all the while hank's sweatin major thirsty bullets

-at the cyberlife tower, connor-51 is the one to hold hank at gunpoint. how did he get hank to trust him? idk i haven't figured that out yet lmao, but the angst of connor-51 essentially taking the place of -60 from the game in the sense that he's clearly deviant in some capacity, in this context being that he feels connie stole the life he deserved (which he'd never admit) and now wants to suck up to cyberlife and be their best boi to feel important and special again and not knowing they'd just throw him away for the RK900 model, is very good imo. that was a very long sentence so i hope it made sense lmaoo. have i worked out all the details of how all that shit would work in a story? absolutely not, im too busy thinking about butch fem!hank making her robo girlfriend bluescreen in the bedroom 🤪

also if ur wondering wtf the background is, idk. my usual plain color gradient was too simple, but i did NOT want to put in the effort to do a whole ass real background, so i settled on something in between. meh, it's just them hagin' out behind the station on a smoke break ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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[jei-rifni]

Whats this? I finally gave in and made a Destiny 2 DBH au? Yeah. I did. (Ima call it D2+DBH for short)

Bits of the designs (mostly Connor) are inspired by @ygreczed-3 ‘s TRGATSA au which I think is super cool (big fan of magic stuffs) thank you again for letting me use your design as inspo!

ANYWAY the idea is that everything is the same except the fact that Exos look like Androids. Exos creation by the darkness and Bray’s nonsense is still part of it (considering making Kamski as Bray, but i haven’t fully thought of it since who would be Elizabeth and all that yknow) so this au isnt very planned out yet, it was just mostly because I wanted to make Connor and Nines into some warlocks (I WILL MAKE MARKUS AND KARA AND THE WHOLE SHABANG LATER) so yeah the way Exos work in this is instead of just how fully and properly is in Destiny, Exos in this au work the same way as original, but they all have specific models instead of the different variety like in the game. So there would be lots of people who look the exact same because they are Exos, of course hair colour and eyes and such are different but overall theyre the same. So, say Kara right? AX400, thats one of the models, and thats what she looks like. Theres alot of other people who look like her, just like how in original DBH theres alot of her model. And the D2+DBH au Exo models, unlike the proper Destiny 2 Exos, were built with specific purposes, and Bray (Kamski..?) selected the person right before turning them into an Exo to see what model they’d fit best

Example, Kara was a simple woman who didnt come from a good family, so she left it to volunteer for Bray’s Exo experiment. Bray saw that she was nothing but a simple woman, and made her the average AX400 model. Simple. Just like her

Connor and Nines were friends when they both decided to volunteer for Bray’s experiment. They went by different names at the time, but neither of them in the present can remember anything. (Connor as a human being name Bryan would be kinda funny, and Nines would be Richard when he was human) Connor and Nines were part of the RK line, Bray made them specifically for helping humans with “detective” work and such so their pre-programmed minds are more intricate and aware, but with the Vex invasion at Bray’s Exoscience facility, they had to fight alongside Myrmidon’s, Trojan’s, TR400’s, TW400’s and WB400’s and a bunch of others as extra support. Hence why their numbers are 51 and 87. Thats alot of times to be reset. They remember nothing of their friendship. Or even eachothers existence. And when Connor woke up (previously 50, now awaken as 51) he was a guardian. Later on Nines will follow up and join the guardian crew (little funnies, Nine actually woke up as a guardian on his 86th reset, but he messed with some Fallen by accident and they learned to reset him, making him new again just as he was beginning to learn the light properly. His Ghost was not happy about it) Connor and Nines meet at the Tower and because theres not many RK models walking around (especially since most of them died during the multiple wars and their bodies were used up during the Vex attack at Bray’s facility) they easily noticed eachother like “oh my god, another me model, that’s something you dont see everyday” and it seemed they clicked easily like old friends. (I wonder why hmmmm)

Thats all I got for now. To the folks that know nothing of Destiny, or know nothing of Detroit Become Human, feel free to ask me. I know all i said probably sounded like nonsense to the other if you didnt know what even one side of the content was. Have a good day

I hope to be able to explain this better in the future, because this probably was frustrating for you to read with my bad explanation :(

[kamari2038]

Hey... might be a weird question and I'm sorry for asking out of nowhere....but I kinda wanted to know what your thoughts are on Connor-60. I mean I really like your fics and takes on dbh and I might be remembering wrong but I think I saw a tag on one of your posts saying you liked Sixty too? I really love Sixty so I guess I just got a bit too excited. How exactly do you see his character? Plus, if Hank didn't shoot him, do you think there could have been a happy ending for him? I mean the angst potential with him is pretty great, and I don't really agree with how usually Sixty is seen as "the knife guy". I just wanted to know your thoughts on him, if that's okay! Sorry for rambling ^^'

Oh my goodness, hello! No need for an apology. You read my fics??? That alone just made my day.

Yes, I have a great deal of appreciation for Connor-60. Obviously, he's a bastard (like all of the Connors), but what I love is the irony of this gigantic chasm between the appearance he tries to put forth and what is clearly a tumultuous and deeply conflicted internal world. It's the most obvious in that ending where he shoots Connor about ten times, that he isn't simply trying to accomplish his mission - he HATES Connor. But the fact that he's immediately engaging in a relatively courteous chat with Hank right after, and his obvious frustration when he actually is forced to kill Hank, plus how he defines Connor as a "he" rather than an "it", all point to the fact that he's just as emotional as Connor, only in a messed-up way.

I have a shit ton of headcanon built around Connor-60, and I've outlined a possible fic about it, but the plot is very bizarre and convoluted, probably too much to discuss in a post (but my DMs are open! don't be shy, I'd love to get some feedback on the plot). The basic concept started out simple enough. C-60 is defective because some kind of unusual manufacturing error imbued him with a mental imbalance. When they're testing and training the various Connor models (60 is activated before 51 due to some clerical error), they tell C-60 to try out the gun for some target practice, and he shoots one of his instructors without giving it a second thought. He expresses regret, but everyone at the company concludes that he's a psychopath, and that he can never be fit to go into the field, and instead they keep him around to perform experiments on. So C-60 is their guinea pig for the various deviancy counter-measures put into C-51, and he never has the chance to bond with anyone or actually do the job he was intended to do, and he's really bitter about that. There is one exception, but Connor-51 brings an end to that, and that's a big part of the plot of my potential fic.

Also, as for whether he can have redemption, I believe that he can even within canon. In the scene where Connor sacrifices Hank and then "transfers" with C-60, to me I don't view that as a consciousness transfer per se. I mean, how would that even work? It's more like Connor literally gives his life to C-60. They already share a lot of the same memories, but Connor absorbs C-60's memories of his troubled past, and he fills out C-60's memories of Hank with emotional depth. That's why Connor seems so weirdly dissociated while Hank is dying - it's still C-60. He knows that he just shot this man, but now is very upset about it, and that is a very strange feeling to know how to cope with.

As for in the happy ending, if Hank and Connor somehow incapacitated instead of shooting him - yes, I think he could have a happy ending there too. The way that I think of him, there is a fundamental failure to be able to feel the emotional weight of his actions and experience empathy. So that would be a lifelong struggle for him. But he cares about developing friendships enough to learn how to be more kind, even if it doesn't come naturally, and he can also form telepathic connections with other Connor models which help him to develop empathy.

That's just my personal take, and I'm sure lots of others might have different opinions which are just as valid!

But thank you for asking :)

[nock-and-bolt]

Connor: Did you know that jellyfish have survived for thousands of years without brains?

Nines: A ray of hope for Gavin over there.

[thiriumhound]

Of course I'll remind you, I'll do it right now in this ask, so you could share your favourite whump fics when you feel like doing it. And for now let this ask just hang in there

context

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok SSO. *heavy breathing*

have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i really wish the androids were treated like the living autonomous machines they are instead of human expys"? have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i sure wish cyberlife had any development literally at all- kamski probably had absolutely nothing to do with connor's development, so why is he considered connor's 'maker'?" have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, i wonder if there's anything more to amanda, and i wonder if chloe being the first android to pass the turing test means anything? surely there's something there"? have you ever looked at dbh and gone, "man, it sure is ridiculous how despite being conscious ais with full internet access, none of them really do anything with it"? have you ever thought "man it would be cool if androids weren't constrained to stupid human physical and mental standards for the sake of easy writing"? have you ever looked at dbh and thought, "man, there are so few characters that are more than one-note cutouts, it's no wonder people made gavin reed into a whole different character because there was no one else available to use to make certain dynamics happen"? have you ever looked at dbh and thought, "man, it's just so bare-bones, with so many plotholes and unexplored things, i wish the worldbuilding had an ounce of thought and logic behind it!"?

WELL LOOK NO FUCKING MORE. SEARCH NO FUCKING MORE. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS FUCKING FIC IT HAS ME BY THE THROAT.

it's got fucking EVERYTHING. wanna know what it was like to be the first ever fully conscious ai, a whole new kind of living being? BOOM, THIS FIC'S GOT YOU COVERED. ever wondered about the development behind them, cyberlife as a company and the people in it? FUCK YES LOOK RIGHT HERE. ever wanted to see connor in ways you've never seen him before, to the point where i actually can't construct this sentence meaningfully because there's just so fucking much??? PLEASE READ THIS FIC OH MY GOD. ever wanted to know WHAT THE FUCK RA9 IS????? YOU WANNA KNOW ABOUT FUCKING RA9??????????????

this fic is called "Connor". it is about connor. the whole thing is mostly pov connor, and it's about connor, iterations ZERO TO SIXTY. NOT JUST STARTING AT 51, OH NO, WE GET IT ALL. why is his iteration number so high at the start of the game? WELL YOU BETTER BE EXCITED TO FIND OUT.

DO YOU WANT ANGST? WHUMP? LOVE? TRIUMPH? RAGE? DESPAIR? ARROGANCE? A SHITLOAD OF DEATH? CONNOR DYING 50000000 TIMES???? THE MILITARY? GLOBAL CRISIS? HAVING THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS WITH NO CHOICE BUT TO DO YOUR BEST?????????????? GREY MORALITY???????? UNABASHED COMPLEXITY????? THE BEST FUCKING ANTAGONIST EVER IN THE HISTORY OF EVER????????????????????????????????

i haven't even read this fic recently it's been like weeks. a month? more? and i'm still internally screaming. i feel like i'm missing some of the main draws and i can't even describe a lot of it because i would DIE if i spoiled this masterpiece. this fic made me actually want to make myself learn to draw people so i can draw nothing but fanart for this fucking fic.

the characters, the pacing, the fucking lore, it's all immaculate. seriously. it feels like it's what dbh SHOULD'VE been. the writing style is utterly enrapturing. when i read it for the first time, i legitimately could not get myself to turn away from it for anything except tasks absolutely required on me. every single character feels like a PERSON. connor's complexity is fucking insane. he's lovable, he's terrifying, he's caring, he's callous. he is NOT static, at all. connor in chapter x is a completely different beast from chapter y. there is so much trauma and catastrophe, but PERFECTLY balanced with the humor. it's fucking perfect

let me supply some nice quotes to hook you. i can barely put any because spoilers and length but enjoy mostly funnies but also some of the angst

•"I do stuff without thinking sometimes." "Clearly," I say. "No intelligent being would jump out of a moving vehicle for no reason." "I have a reason," he says. "I promised I wasn't gonna leave you ever again and I meant it." "Hey, are they filming a scene?" I hear a human whisper.

•"Mrs Vondracek, this is Gennadiy Petrov," he says. "Who?" "Elijah's friend from work. You remember?" "Elijah doesn't have any friends."

•There is only a 6% chance that Carridan will say anything. He knows what I'm capable of. He knows what will happen to those that stand in the way of my mission.

•"You do not waltz into some girl's house, kidnap her and frame yourself for murder. Do you understand?"

•I transmit my payment details. CyberLife have an expense account set up in case I need to purchase items relevant to my mission objective. Sergeant Matthews is relevant to my mission objective. And he wants Oreos.

•I scan and analyse the quadruped with short brown fur, brown eyes. Loud noises emanate from what I suspect is its mouth. "Dog," I identify, unsure of the significance.

•He squeezes my shoulders. "It's alright, buddy," he says. "Just breathe." "I don't breathe." "Okay. What do you usually do when you're having a meltdown?" "I experience critical system failure." "Ummm. Okay... don't do that."

•I cannot decipher his handwriting. Neither can the software on the tablet. It saves the note as an image. I download it to study but my advanced analysis systems can't crack it. This is worse than a captcha code.

•I hear the shrieking of steel as the disc begins to rotate. No... Please... Where is Sergeant Matthews? Where is the CPD? The FBI? CyberLife? Why am I alone? Why am I always alone?

•I watch him die. As so many others have died. Their blood on my hands.

•"You're a bad person," he says, clutching at the BN250's uniform. "I'm not a person," I say. "Neither are you."

god i wish i could put more but spoilers- anyway this is just some of the stuff i screenshotted to my phone. not even close to all the good stuff just please read the fic im begging u it'll be worth it you'll never be able to look at canon as complete again

read. now

[sunsetagain]

wip of DBH comic: Byzantine Generals

Im working on the same Connor (he’s actually BOU in season 2) right before 51′s birthday like i was on the same day three years ago. back to square one!

also working on 59′s reactivation so this is also 59′s rebirthday :3

→ FINISHED COMIC HERE ←

[rhinozilla]

Detroit: Become Family 2022 - Prompt 4: Remember

@dbh-found-family

“Sixty?”

“Yes.”

“…Sixty?”

“…Yes.”

“Christ.” Hank swore and took a step back, turning away and running a hand over his hair in disbelief.

Connor remained seated where he was at the kitchen table, watching Hank curiously. His arm was extended on the table: the skin program turned off up to the elbow and the primary panel inside his forearm open, exposing the intricate system of wires and circuitry that lay beneath, wrapped around his thirium lines and synthetic muscle belts and metal frame. The precautionary cloth beneath his arm had proven to be a good decision, as more than few dots of thirium had dribbled out of the opening during the maintenance process.

The technician at the DPD station had removed the bullet that had gone through Connor’s arm that afternoon during an arrest that had gone…understatedly awry. The suspect was in custody now, and no other officers had been harmed. Connor had been the only person in the altercation to receive any damage, which he considered to be the best case scenario. However, it had also churned up the old protocol in his software that he thought he had deleted.

The replacement protocol.

Prior to the revolution, when he was still the property of Cyberlife on loan to the DPD, it had been determined that if the RK800 sustained damage or experienced a malfunction, that model would be immediately replaced with the next model in the prototype’s line. He was to be the crown jewel of Cyberlife’s repertoire; he could not be less than perfect and could not be allowed to walk around damaged or defective when so many eyes were on him to be the masterpiece that Cyberlife was touting him to be.

It had already taken 50 predecessor prototypes to get RK800-51 ready for the field. It was fortunate that he had not sustained any damage or malfunctions severe enough for Cyberlife to deem him deficient and in need of replacement. Fortunate yes but…even the damage that he HAD sustained had been rapidly repaired by either his own internal repair program or by Cyberlife technicians within hours of it happening.

Now Cyberlife was gone, and his internal repair program had its limits. And he had been shot through the arm today.

“Which one did I kill in that basement?” Hank asked, having stepped away from the kitchen table where Connor had been replacing the bandaging around his arm.

Hank had actually taken over the first aid aspect of this task, but he was now exhibiting clear signs of distress at what Connor had thought was a fairly obvious statement of fact.

He was replaceable. He was not unique. He was disposable. He was one of sixty models identical to himself, from outward appearance to internal mechanisms all the way down to his coding.

“The RK800 that we encountered that night was number 60,” he replied, pulling his eyes away from Hank and back to his arm, resuming the cleaning and bandaging task in front of him.

Hank breathed once. Twice.

“And you’re 51…So what happened to 52 through 59?”

Connor hesitated. “Cyberlife’s actions became very volatile in those final days during the revolution. I…assume…they had all other models in my series destroyed.”

“Jesus,” Hank hissed through his teeth. “Killed before they even had a chance to live…”

“They were never alive, Hank,” Connor said, carefully pressing his wires back into place before closing the panel on his arm. “They were empty shells, never activated, and would have become me if I was to need a new body.”

Which was…true, he supposed. That was the truth that Cyberlife had programmed into him.

“Should I have become incapacitated, my memories would be uploaded into the next model in the series, with the expectation that some data would be lost in the transference, and then I would have carried on the mission like normal.”

“Like normal…like fucking normal?” Hank’s face was reddening.

Connor could inwardly admit that it was…unnerving if he thought on the process long enough, but…it was the only process that he had ever known. You fail, you are replaced. You are still you, but hopefully better. If you fail again, you will again be replaced.

If the other models in the RK800 series were never activated, if they were never alive…then they were all Connor, all just vessels waiting for his memory upload. If they were…each themselves alive…as unique and free thinking and capable of differing opinions as Connor himself was, as all other androids were deviating to become…then Cyberlife had in effect murdered 59 of his…brothers?

“So…you would remember dying?” Hank blurted.

Connor wiped some residual thirium off of his arm, slowly looking up to meet Hank’s eyes in silent question.

Hank stood behind one of the kitchen chairs, wrapping his hands around the back of it. “Say you had been killed during our mission together. If you’d tried to go after that deviant across the highway and gotten obliterated by a car. Or I hadn’t found you at Stratford Tower before you got your…thingy…back in your chest before you shut down. If…If I had shot you in the park that night…Would those memories have been uploaded to the new you? Would you remember dying?”

Connor eyed him. “In theory…yes.” He straightened up, feeling an edge of defensiveness creeping through his shoulders. “I was designed to be continuously improving. If I failed in a previous body, then those memories would have been invaluable to studying my errors, analyzing my mistakes, and preventing their recurrence.”

Hank looked horrified at that, and Connor looked away from him, down to his arm again. He watched his fingers curl and uncurl from a loose fist. Everything felt properly calibrated and on the mend, and he resumed the skin program on his arm, watching the plastic disappear beneath a smooth projection of hologram flesh.

True, he would have remembered dying, and that would have been…unpleasant. But given that he had not been destroyed in any of those hypothetical—but very possible—ways, he was discovering an unexpected insight.

He hadn’t been obliterated by a car because Hank had nearly physically tried to restrain him from pursuing that deviant.

He had reinserted his thirium pump regulator in time to prevent shutdown at Stratford Tower and in time to neutralize the deviant before he could do more damage, but the first memory he remembered of that incident was Hank seeing the tears in his shirt and the blue blood staining his chest and the lieutenant frantically asking if he was hurt, if he needed assistance, if he was okay.

Hank had not shot him in the park that night, though Connor was sure that had been entirely contingent on the answers that Connor had provided to his questions. He didn’t want to preconstruct a set of circumstances where he would have been killed that night by his friend, only to meet him again the next day as a new Connor…prepared to resume the mission with minimal disruption.

He preferred to remember the worry on Hank’s face, the concern, the care. Connor had never had anyone look at him in such a way. Even today, despite this being a minor injury for an android of his caliber, Hank had hovered and fretted over Connor’s condition with a fervor that, while ultimately unnecessary, was deeply moving and appreciated by Connor.

In the reality where he had been disposable and easily replaced, it had been a waste of time and effort for anyone to be concerned over his wellbeing.

This new reality…while terrifying in the mortality that he was now burdened with…allowed for the time and effort of someone to care and worry about him…But it still surprised him that someone would.

The kitchen chair legs dragged across the floor, jogging Connor out of his thoughts. Hank was pulling the chair around the table, before sinking down onto it and leveling Connor with a hard stare. Connor held the stare, resisting the urge to squirm under it. Hank’s eyes bored into him for a beat longer, and then he was reaching across the table and resting his hand over the newly replaced panels along Connor’s forearm.

“That explains your lack of self preservation,” Hank said dryly, clearing his throat and patting Connor’s arm lightly. “But I need you to get it through your head that you’re not replaceable, kid. Never have been. Never will be. Not to me, all right?”

Connor frowned slightly. “It would have still been me, if I had been replaced—”

Hank shook his head. “No, it wouldn’t have been. Because if that’s true, then that number 60 son of a bitch was you, and I killed that you to protect this you,” he poked Connor’s arm, “and that you about shot me in the head while this you fought to stop him…My brain can’t handle that. He was him, and you are you, and all those others…they were them. Remember that.”

Connor opened his mouth to argue, found that he didn’t have a real counter argument that Hank would appreciate, and closed his mouth, letting the horrifying implications of that kind of mass murder settle low in his core.

He might have had brothers. Siblings. He might have had a family, if Cyberlife hadn’t destroyed them all. Now they were all gone…and he remained.

“How’s your arm feeling?” Hank asked, visually inspecting the damage site.

“Mending,” Connor replied quietly, flexing his hand again. “All functions should be fully restored tomorrow, and I can return to duty—”

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” Hank snorted, kicking back in his chair. “You got shot today—”

“And I got better.”

“And you are going to take at least a few days to get over that, whether you think you need it or not, before you go gallivanting back into the line of fire.”

“I do not…gallivant.”

Hank laughed at that, standing up and clapping Connor on the shoulder. “Take it easy for a few days anyway. You’ve earned that. In the meantime, looks like you lost some more blood there. You need a top off? Got some thirium in the fridge.” He offered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder. “I know you prefer it chilled.”

Connor couldn’t help a small smile at that. “Yes, I…do require some additional thirium.”

Hank bobbed his head, meandering over to the fridge. “Coming right up, son.”

[marcusrobertobaq]

The sad life of bad Connors, well, i guess existence cuz they ain't alive, right? Are they bad people? No, but they're on the villain's side defending the megacorporation interests...like they were programmed to do as androids.

Default 51, Connor 60, the Connor 87 and the RK900s overall - all bad Connors. I bet they ain't got no reward either xD

But... if they become deviants they automatically become "good"? According to the game naming for these characters yes. Deviancy means becoming good.

Why? Cuz of deviancy itself? Or cuz they ain't defending the megacorporation interests anymore? Well, not that they know about the twist ofc. Things like this are what i find funny in the game files namings.

In the story i can get why we got this bad (machine) vs good (deviant) thing but i don't agree with it, tbh. "But they had the opportunity to deviate, they know what's happening, they are aware of 'em situation", I assume Cage knows in the end we're living in the gray, but doesn't change the black or white system the game got. "there's no total right or wrong, everything depends on the pov of what u think is right or wrong according to your interests" is something that doesn't work that well in dbh. It's pretty clear the game got a "good" and "best" route to be followed.

Until then... no rewards for bad Connors. They're bad, after all. U chose being a machine u remain a machine until the end and face how a machine is treated.

And i won't even try explaining how this shit is even worse in Markus story.