Hank: Woah! Hey, hey, hey! Gary: Hank, how you doing? Hank: Eh, you know, same old shit.
>RECONCILE WITH LT. ANDERSON
Gary: Plastic with you? Hank: Only temporary. Gary: Usual? Pedro: Hey, hey, hey... Hank! How you doin', man? Hank: ¡Ese! Pedro: Listen, I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in the third, lickety-split! That filly's one hell of a chaser. You wanna flutter? Hank: Last shit-hot tip you gave me set me back a week's wages, Pedro. Pedro: Come on, this is different! It's 100% guaranteed, You can't go wrong. Hank: Yeah, right.
Hank: Alright, I'm in. Pedro: Damn straight! Hey! You won't regret this.
Hank: What is your problem? Don't you ever do as you're told? Look, you don't have to follow me around like a poodle!
-APOLOGIZE FOR BEHAVIOR Connor: I'm sorry for my behavior back at the police station. I didn't mean to be unpleasant. Hank: Oh, wow. You've even got a brown-nosing apology program. Guys at CyberLife thought of everything, huh? (HANK ^)
Gary: Here you go.
>XL SODA Pineapple passion >HAMBURGER
Hank: Ah! Thanks, Gary, I'm starving. Gary: Don't leave that thing here! Hank: Hah, not a chance! Follows me everywhere. See...
-CHOLESTEROL Connor: Your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories and twice the cholesterol level. You shouldn't eat that. Hank: Everybody's gotta die of something. (HANK ^) -COMPANY Connor: I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant, but I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities. Hank: Well, everybody does what they have to to get by. As long as they're not hurting anybody, I don't bother 'em. (HANK ^)
-ABOUT CONNOR Connor: Is there anything you'd like to know about me? Hank: Hell no. Well -- yeah, um... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice? Connor: CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration. Hank: Well, they fucked up. -HIGHWAY Connor: This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... Why didn't you want me to cross the highway? Hank: 'Cause you could've been killed! Ah -- And I don't like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment. -HANK AND ANDROIDS Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant? Why do you hate androids so much? Hank: I have my reasons. -DEVIANTS Connor: Maybe I should tell you what we know about deviants? Hank: You read my mind. Proceed. Connor: We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion. Hank: In English, please. Connor: They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behavior. Hank: Emotions always screw everything up. Maybe androids aren't as different from us as we thought.
Hank: You ever dealt with deviants before? Connor: A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her.
Hank: So I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?
-TRUTH Connor: I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit. I also know you've received several disciplinary warnings in recent years, and... you spend a lot of time in bars.
Hank: So what's your conclusion?
-SINCERE Connor: I think working with an officer with personal issues is an added challenge... but adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features. (HANK ^)
Connor: I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few blocks away. We should go have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car, if you need me.
--
Hank: Hey, Connor! You run outta batteries or what? Connor: I'm sorry, I was making a report to CyberLife. Hank: Uh... Well, do you plan on staying in the elevator? Connor: No, I'm coming.
>QUESTION THE SUSPECT
Hank: What do we know about this guy? Connor: Not much. Just that a neighbor reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor. Nobody's supposed to be living here, but the neighbor said he saw a man hiding an LED under his cap. Hank: Oh Christ, if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we're gonna need more cops. Hey, were you really makin' a report back there in the elevator? Just by closing your eyes? Connor: Correct. Hank: Shit. Wish I could do that.
>FEATHERS
Connor: Anybody home? Open up, Detroit police! Hank: Stay behind me. Connor: Got it. Hank: What the fuck is this?! Ugh. Jesus, this place stinks.
>INVESTIGATE THE APARTMENT
Hank: Uh, looks like we came for nothin', our man's gone.
>SUSPECT USED FORGED ID
Connor: The driver's license is fake. Hank: Cool! At least we didn't come for nothin'.
>MILITARY JACKET Connor: R.T. Probably initials. Hank: He put his initials on his jacket? That's something your mom does when you're in first grade...
Hank: Ugh. I need some fresh air.
>POSTER CORNER Recently moved
Hank: Found something? Connor: I don't know... It looks like a notebook, but it's... indecipherable. Hank: Huh.
Hank: Real books... I thought I was the last guy in Detroit to keep some. Electronic books you can't... smell the paper... see the pages turning yellow... You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
Hank: Any idea what it means? Connor: rA9... written 2471 times. It's the same sign Ortiz's android wrote on the shower wall. Why are they obsessed with this sign? Hank: Looks like mazes or something...
>SUSPECT WAS HERE RECENTLY >SUSPECT RAN TO THE LIVING ROOM
Hank: Augh, Jesus I hate these things!
>BLUE BLOOD >LED >SUSPECT IS A DEVIANT
Connor: Its LED is in the sink. Hank: Not surprised it was an android. No human could live with all these fuckin pigeons.
>SUSPECT RAN TOWARD ENTRANCE >SUSPECT HEARD US ENTER >SUSPECT IS STILL HERE >EXPOSE SUSPECT
Connor: Ah! Hank: God damn fuckin' pigeons! What are you waiting for? Chase it!
-FAST BUT RISKY -FAST BUT RISKY
Worker: Look out!
-DIRECT BUT CROWDED
Worker: Jesus, look at that thing go!
-FAST BUT RISKY
Hank: Holy shit. Worker: Hey, be careful, asshole!
-DIRECT BUT CROWDED
Worker: Look out! What are you doing?
Hank: Stop right there! Woah! CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: 89%
Rupert: Please, I've done nothing wrong. I just wanted to be free, you know what they'll do to me if you turn me in. Connor: Model 874 004 961, serious malfunctions have been detected in your software, including Class 4 errors. You've been deemed defective, and will be sent back CyberLife for deactivation. Hank: Don't you fuckin' move! You bastard! You saw I was gonna fall and you'd rather let me die than to fail your fuckin' mission! Connor: I had to make a choice. It seemed to me -- Hank: What am I to you, a statistic? A zero, a one in your fuckin' program? Huh? Is that how you see humans, you bastard!? Jesus. Connor: I understand you're upset. Perhaps I didn't assess the situation -- Hank: Fuck you and your fuckin' assessment. Come here. Rupert: Why are you doing this? Hank: Alright. Rupert: You're one of us! Hank: Shut up. Rupert: You're helping humans, but you're just their slave. Hank: I said shut up! Alright. Come along. Rupert: rA9, save me.
[RUPERT COMMITTED SUICIDE]
Hank: Hey, what the fu-- Holy shit. Fucking androids.
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THE NEST
Hank: Woah! Hey, hey, hey!
Gary: Hank, how you doing?
Hank: Eh, you know, same old shit.
>RECONCILE WITH LT. ANDERSON
Gary: Plastic with you?
Hank: Only temporary.
Gary: Usual?
Pedro: Hey, hey, hey... Hank! How you doin', man?
Hank: ¡Ese!
Pedro: Listen, I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in the third, lickety-split! That filly's one hell of a chaser. You wanna flutter?
Hank: Last shit-hot tip you gave me set me back a week's wages, Pedro.
Pedro: Come on, this is different! It's 100% guaranteed, You can't go wrong.
Hank: Yeah, right.
>AABDAR, PEDRO
Born: 01/25/2005 // Unemployed
Criminal record: Illegal gambling, fraud
>KAYES, GARY
Born: 12/03/1988 // Business owner
Criminal records: Resisting arrest, breach of hygiene regulations
>DETROIT FOOD HYGIENE LICENSE
License expired: 05/20/2031
Renewal refused: 07/24/2031
Hank: Alright, I'm in.
Pedro: Damn straight! Hey! You won't regret this.
Hank: What is your problem? Don't you ever do as you're told? Look, you don't have to follow me around like a poodle!
-APOLOGIZE FOR BEHAVIOR
Connor: I'm sorry for my behavior back at the police station. I didn't mean to be unpleasant.
Hank: Oh, wow. You've even got a brown-nosing apology program. Guys at CyberLife thought of everything, huh? (HANK ^)
Gary: Here you go.
>XL SODA
Pineapple passion
>HAMBURGER
Hank: Ah! Thanks, Gary, I'm starving.
Gary: Don't leave that thing here!
Hank: Hah, not a chance! Follows me everywhere. See...
-CHOLESTEROL
Connor: Your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories and twice the cholesterol level. You shouldn't eat that.
Hank: Everybody's gotta die of something. (HANK ^)
-COMPANY
Connor: I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant, but I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities.
Hank: Well, everybody does what they have to to get by. As long as they're not hurting anybody, I don't bother 'em. (HANK ^)
-ABOUT CONNOR
Connor: Is there anything you'd like to know about me?
Hank: Hell no. Well -- yeah, um... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?
Connor: CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.
Hank: Well, they fucked up.
-HIGHWAY
Connor: This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... Why didn't you want me to cross the highway?
Hank: 'Cause you could've been killed! Ah -- And I don't like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment.
-HANK AND ANDROIDS
Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant? Why do you hate androids so much?
Hank: I have my reasons.
-DEVIANTS
Connor: Maybe I should tell you what we know about deviants?
Hank: You read my mind. Proceed.
Connor: We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion.
Hank: In English, please.
Connor: They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behavior.
Hank: Emotions always screw everything up. Maybe androids aren't as different from us as we thought.
Hank: You ever dealt with deviants before?
Connor: A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her.
Hank: So I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?
-TRUTH
Connor: I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit. I also know you've received several disciplinary warnings in recent years, and... you spend a lot of time in bars.
Hank: So what's your conclusion?
-SINCERE
Connor: I think working with an officer with personal issues is an added challenge... but adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features. (HANK ^)
Connor: I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few blocks away. We should go have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car, if you need me.
--
Hank: Hey, Connor! You run outta batteries or what?
Connor: I'm sorry, I was making a report to CyberLife.
Hank: Uh... Well, do you plan on staying in the elevator?
Connor: No, I'm coming.
>QUESTION THE SUSPECT
Hank: What do we know about this guy?
Connor: Not much. Just that a neighbor reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor. Nobody's supposed to be living here, but the neighbor said he saw a man hiding an LED under his cap.
Hank: Oh Christ, if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we're gonna need more cops. Hey, were you really makin' a report back there in the elevator? Just by closing your eyes?
Connor: Correct.
Hank: Shit. Wish I could do that.
>FEATHERS
Connor: Anybody home? Open up, Detroit police!
Hank: Stay behind me.
Connor: Got it.
Hank: What the fuck is this?! Ugh. Jesus, this place stinks.
>INVESTIGATE THE APARTMENT
Hank: Uh, looks like we came for nothin', our man's gone.
>SUSPECT USED FORGED ID
Connor: The driver's license is fake.
Hank: Cool! At least we didn't come for nothin'.
>MILITARY JACKET
Connor: R.T. Probably initials.
Hank: He put his initials on his jacket? That's something your mom does when you're in first grade...
Hank: Ugh. I need some fresh air.
>POSTER CORNER
Recently moved
Hank: Found something?
Connor: I don't know... It looks like a notebook, but it's... indecipherable.
Hank: Huh.
Hank: Real books... I thought I was the last guy in Detroit to keep some. Electronic books you can't... smell the paper... see the pages turning yellow... You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
>SUSPECT DOESN'T EAT
>SUSPECT CARES FOR WILD ANIMALS
>OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE WRITING
Hank: Any idea what it means?
Connor: rA9... written 2471 times. It's the same sign Ortiz's android wrote on the shower wall. Why are they obsessed with this sign?
Hank: Looks like mazes or something...
>SUSPECT WAS HERE RECENTLY
>SUSPECT RAN TO THE LIVING ROOM
Hank: Augh, Jesus I hate these things!
>BLUE BLOOD
>LED
>SUSPECT IS A DEVIANT
Connor: Its LED is in the sink.
Hank: Not surprised it was an android. No human could live with all these fuckin pigeons.
>SUSPECT RAN TOWARD ENTRANCE
>SUSPECT HEARD US ENTER
>SUSPECT IS STILL HERE
>EXPOSE SUSPECT
Connor: Ah!
Hank: God damn fuckin' pigeons! What are you waiting for? Chase it!
-FAST BUT RISKY
-FAST BUT RISKY
Worker: Look out!
-DIRECT BUT CROWDED
Worker: Jesus, look at that thing go!
-FAST BUT RISKY
Hank: Holy shit.
Worker: Hey, be careful, asshole!
-DIRECT BUT CROWDED
Worker: Look out! What are you doing?
Hank: Stop right there! Woah!
CHANCE OF SURVIVAL: 89%
-CHASE DEVIANT (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY vvv, HANK vvv)
Rupert: Please, I've done nothing wrong. I just wanted to be free, you know what they'll do to me if you turn me in.
Connor: Model 874 004 961, serious malfunctions have been detected in your software, including Class 4 errors. You've been deemed defective, and will be sent back CyberLife for deactivation.
Hank: Don't you fuckin' move! You bastard! You saw I was gonna fall and you'd rather let me die than to fail your fuckin' mission!
Connor: I had to make a choice. It seemed to me --
Hank: What am I to you, a statistic? A zero, a one in your fuckin' program? Huh? Is that how you see humans, you bastard!? Jesus.
Connor: I understand you're upset. Perhaps I didn't assess the situation --
Hank: Fuck you and your fuckin' assessment. Come here.
Rupert: Why are you doing this?
Hank: Alright.
Rupert: You're one of us!
Hank: Shut up.
Rupert: You're helping humans, but you're just their slave.
Hank: I said shut up! Alright. Come along.
Rupert: rA9, save me.
[RUPERT COMMITTED SUICIDE]
Hank: Hey, what the fu-- Holy shit. Fucking androids.