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It was December 5th 2038, 11:57 PM.
RK900 was standing outside of apartment #1007. The android rapped on the door with perfect spacing and pressure to create the correct amount of noise. It liked preferred door bells, as they were more effective. RK900 was not ineffective.
It waited 30 seconds before rapping on the door again. RK900 began looking for heat signatures and found one sluggishly approaching the door. It prepared dialog to tell the human, which proved to be difficult without an advanced social module. It would have to find a way advance its current one, as its predecessor's social module wasn't compatible with the RK900 model. RK900 was quickly snapped out of its processing when the door he was in front of swung inward and a human male was revealed to be standing right in front of it instead.
He was dressed in a loose fitted white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants. His hair was curly and trying to take over his entire forehead. It was charming, but unprofessional. RK900 valued professionalism at all times.
"It's midnight, what the phck do you want–" the man mumbled before looking at the androids face, and its blue spinning LED.
"Connor..?" he said, a little more awake, "Wait...no, not Connor...Who are you?"
RK900 found itself having to look down slightly to meet his eyes. It had never seen such dark circles on a human. "I am RK900, and I was sent to assist you in your work as a detective at the Detroit Police Department."
The man [Identified as Detective Gavin Reed] pinched the bridge of his nose, right above a scar. RK900 made a note to ask Detective Reed about its origins later on, but that did not seem appropriate currently. Detective Reed's expressions were deemed as [frustration] and [exhaustion].
"Who..." he seemed to struggle forming a sentence, "Who sent you..? If you say Cyberlife I'll slam the door in your face."
RK900 put its foot in the doorway to prevent the possibility of Detective Reed slamming the door in its face. "Captain Jeffrey Fowler from the Detroit Police Department sent me to assist you in your work at the Detroit Police Department."
The detective's stress levels increased at the mention of his captain's name. "Say Detroit Police Department one more time, I swear to God."
RK900 tilted its head to the side slightly. It was less like a cute puppy dog and more like a blood thirsty wolf. "Androids do not believe in God, detective." It continued speaking before Detective Reed could say anything back. "Captain Fowler mentioned our relationship would be 'partners'. I'm not sure what that entails, but–"
"I don't need a damn partner, and certainly not a plastic fucking ken doll like you 'assisting' me with my cases..! Now move so I close this damn door." Detective Reed said angrily. Surely his judgement was clouded by exhaustion. RK900 would surely be a great help to new cases that the detective would soon have to solve.
"I apologize, detective, but I cannot allow you to do that. There is much we need to discuss about our new partnership. If you could let me in, I'm sure you would–"
It was cut off yet again by the detective. "Not a fuckin' chance. It's too late for this shit, goodnight." The detective kicked the android's foot back into the hallway and quickly slammed the door shut.
"Detective! We need to–" but it was speaking to itself. RK900's hand fell back to its side in defeat to return back to its original position. RK900 never failed its mission, and it would not fail this one. RK900 suspected Detective Reed wasn't even going to sleep, but simply wanted to ignore the android. Humans and their wants... RK900 would never be that irrational.
It was December 6th 2038, 12:00 AM.
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Gavin tossed and turned in bed, as he had been doing for the past hour. This is what he got for trying to not be sleep deprived tomorrow morning by going to bed early. Well, early for Gavin. A loud knock coming from his front door startled him back to full consciousness. Who the fuck would be in front of his apartment at, he checked the clock on his nightstand, midnight? He crawled out of bed like a zombie, shivering at the temperature of his room without the blankets.
He strained to put the person…no, android outside his apartment in focus without his contacts. "Connor..?" he asked, but quickly noticed a couple features that squashed that theory. Firstly, Gavin had to look up to see it. This one was much taller than both him and that fucking 800 model. Secondly, the android's eyes weren't a soft brown. They were an icy grey. He only noticed this because the damn android's eyes were looking into his fucking soul. Lastly, this android clearly wasn't designed to work with humans like Connor. That air headed, innocent, fucking social butterfly had the whole station in the palm of his hand. No, this android looked like dismembering people was its day job.
"Wait...no, not Connor...Who are you?" Gavin asked.
The android waved. Fucking waved. "I am RK900, and I was sent to assist you in your work as a detective at the Detroit Police Department."
Holy shit.
Fowler had finally done it. He'd finally hired a robo-babysitter for Gavin. Well, he assumed it was Fowler who sent this tin can to his apartment, but he had to make sure before he could bitch about it. So he asked.
This prick. Who the fuck does he-
What the fuck does it think it is, preventing him from closing his own fucking door?!
"I don't need a damn partner, and certainly not a plastic fucking ken doll like you 'assisting' me with my cases..! Now move so I close this damn door." Gavin didn't need a partner. He did his job just fine, alone. Hell, he was the best damn detective at the precinct and Fowler knew it. The times he was assigned a partner he was actually less productive. He was aware he didn't work well with others, but apparently Fowler couldn't accept that. The captain's great solution to this was to pair him with an android.
God help us all.
Or...rA9?
The android didn't really have facial expressions, but Gavin thought he saw disappointment in its face. "I apologize, detective, but I cannot allow you to do that. There is much we need to discuss about our new partnership. If you could let me in, I'm sure you would–"
Partnership. Partnership! The mere idea was laughable. It would be a cold day in hell before Gavin would be an android's partner. And he let this android know. With a door to the face. Hopefully he would wake up tomorrow morning and it would all be a dream. Now to complete that first part, fall asleep...