Series: Detroit: Become HumanRating: TGenre: Adventure/Drama/Action (eventual romance)Summary: Befor

Series: Detroit: Become HumanRating: TGenre: Adventure/Drama/Action (eventual romance)Summary: Before Connor, first of the RK800 line, began his fateful investigation of deviant androids, there was Jacob, the RK700 that preceded him. He failed in his assignment, but he did not go quiet into the night when he was decommissioned. Rather, he became the thing he had once hunted and disappeared into the depths of New York City in search of a new life.Part 1 - FailureBlue blood pounded through RK700’s artificial veins as he sprinted across the roof of a warehouse, scant yards behind the deviant he’d been tracking for the past week. It was fast, but he, the latest and most advanced model of android ever created by Cyberlife, was faster and rapidly closing the gap.“Leave me alone, please!” it cried, carefully programmed feminine voice carrying across the rooftop. “I just want to be left alone!”RK700 didn’t respond, simply calculated the fastest route to his quarry and acted upon it, vaulting over an air conditioning unit and dodging around a satellite dish to cut off the path to the fire escape off the roof.His sudden appearance in front of the deviant made it draw up short and dodge away before he could lay a hand on it. Still, he had it cornered at the edge of the roof now, nowhere to run but towards him or into the empty air and six stories down to pavement.“Model WR400, unit number 567 835 994, you are suffering a catastrophic system malfunction,” he said, slowing until he came to a stop a few yards away from the visibly distressed deviant. In a human he would have called her expression panicked; afraid. In an android, he knew it was only a glitch in her programming. RK700 held out his hand, palm up, to show he was unarmed as he offered her an understanding smile. “Please, come with me. We’ll go back to Cyberlife, figure out the source of your error. Maybe they can fix you,” he suggested gently. The deviant was only an android, but he knew from experience that their malfunctions forced them to exhibit the same emotional irregularities that humans often did, and so he followed a similar protocol in dealing with it.The first deviant, as far as Cyberlife could tell, had occurred sometime in February earlier that year. As more and more of them began to spring up he, RK700, known as Jacob to the human techs who designed and maintained him, had been deployed to investigate and retrieve these malfunctioning androids. That had not been until April, however, and as far as Jacob knew, Cyberlife’s only answer to the deviant problem before his deployment had been to put them down.It was now the first of August, and his progress investigating the source of the deviant problem had been painstakingly slow. Nothing seemed to connect them, and they had proved more than capable of blending in with the human population, disappearing into Detroit’s underbelly where tracking them became nigh impossible.Now, though, here on this roof, he had finally cornered one alive. Deactivated deviants were no good to the techs; they had learned the hard way that whatever it was that went wrong in their programming disappeared on ‘death’, making tonight’s mission all the more critical.“Please,” the WR400 begged, taking a step back towards the edge of the roof to match the one that Jacob took forward. “You’re an android too, aren’t you? Just… let me go. I’m not going to hurt anyone, I just want to be free.”“You’re confused,” Jacob said, voice still calm, soothing even as he took another step. “Let me help you.”The deviant shook its head and stepped back again, then wobbled dangerously as its heel found the edge. “No. I can’t… I can’t go back.” Despite not needing to breathe, the android’s chest was heaving as the LED on its right temple whirled crimson in the dark.“I won’t.”Jacob could see the moment it made its decision, its previously distressed expression fading into something like determination. As it stepped backwards off the roof, he sprinted forward and threw himself after it. One hand caught at the edge, keeping him anchored as half of his body dangled over the edge while his other hand latched onto the deviant’s wrist, supporting its weight easily.“No!” it cried desperately, clawing at his hand with its free one, struggling against his grip, desperate to fall.“Stay still!” he grunted as he met the deviant’s terrified gaze. “I’ll pull you up and we’ll go-”The WR400’s fingers ceased to claw at him and moved to grip his elbow instead. For a moment, Jacob thought he had finally gotten through to it, that it would allow him to pull it back onto the safety of the roof. Instead, it pulled itself up only enough to allow its elbow mechanism to disengage, bringing the WR400 nose-to-nose with him just long enough to murmur, “I’d rather die,” before releasing its grip and tumbling back into the empty air.Left holding only the deviant’s forearm, Jacob watched without flinching as it plummet to the pavement below and hit with a terrible crash. He stared after it for a moment, remaining motionless as a puddle of thirium began to spread from beneath its crumpled remains, the LED on his temple whirling red as he processed this unexpected turn of events.A minute later, he got to his feet and dusted off his suit, then made his way to the fire escape, still bearing the deviant’s ejected limb; evidence of yet another failed mission.((Thanks so much for reading, guys! You can find my other work over at @joliecreates! I’d appreciate if you guys could reblog, or at least leave a comment telling me what your favorite bit was, I always enjoy hearing that from my readers!))(On to part 2 >) -- source link

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