Hank: Augh... Feels like somebody's playing with a drill inside my skull. You sure this is the place? Connor: It's the address in the report. Hank: Right... Okay... Let's get going. Jesus.
>FOLLOW HANK
Hank: Sexiest androids in town... now I know why you insisted on coming here! Oh boy...
Owner: You're not gonna take my license, are you? I mean, ha, I had nothing to do with this! Ben: The investigation's ongoing sir, I can't tell you anything for the moment. Hey, Hank! Hank: Hey, Ben. How's it going? Ben: It's that room there. Oh, uh, by the way, Gavin's in there too. Hank: Oh, great. Dead body and an asshole, just what I needed.
Gavin: Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet... The fuck are you two doing here? Connor: We've been assigned all cases involving androids. Gavin: Oh, yeah? Well you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle. Hahahah! Hank: We'll have a look anyway, if you don't mind. Gavin: Come on, let's go. It's, uh, starting to stink of booze in here... Chris: Night, Lieutenant.
Hank: Driver's license says... Michael Graham. A credit card, cash in the wallet... Picture of his wife and two daughters... I wouldn't wanna make that call.
>INVESTIGATE CRIME SCENE >EXAMINE VICTIM >GRAHAM, MICHAEL >CARDIAC ARREST >SEVERE BRUISING >VICTIM WAS STRANGLED
Connor: He didn't die of a heart attack, he was strangled. Hank: Yeah, I saw the bruising on the neck. Doesn't prove anything, though. Could've been rough play... Connor: We're missing something here... Hank: Think you can read the android's memory? Maybe you can see what happened. Connor: I can try.
>EXMAINE ANDROID Hank: Woah, hey hey hey! Argh, Connor, you're so disgusting. Think I'm gonna puke again... >BLUE BLOOD >DIAGNOSIS IN PROGRESS... >CRITICALLY DAMAGED >REACTIVATION REQUIRED Connor: The only way to access its memory is to reactivate it. Hank: Think you can do it? Connor: It's badly damaged... if I can, it'll only be for a minute, maybe less. I just hope it's long enough to learn something...
-DIRECT Connor: I'm going to ask you some questions. Are you able to speak?
Traci: Is he... is he dead?
-FACTS Connor: Tell me what happened. Traci: He started... hitting me... again... and again. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. -MURDERER Connor: Did you kill him? Traci: No! No, it wasn't me...
-ALONE Connor: Were you alone in the room, Was there anyone else with you? Traci: He wanted to play with two girls... That's what he said, there were two of us...
-WHAT MODEL Connor: What model was the other android? Did it look like you?
Hank: So there was another android... This happened over an hour ago, it's probably long gone. Connor: No... it couldn't go outside dressed like that unnoticed. It might still be here. Hank: Think you could find a deviant among all the other androids in this place? Connor: Deviants aren't easily detected. Hank: Ah, shit... there's gotta be some other way. Maybe an eyewitness? Somebody who saw it leaving the room... I'm gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. You let me know if you think of anything.
>SEARCH FOR ANDROID EYEWITNESS
Hank: Did you know the victim? Owner: Nah, I mean, he came in maybe two or three times... I mean, these guys, they don't really talk very much, you know... They come in, do their business and then go on their way.
Scanner: No fingerprint detected. Please try again. >NEED HUMAN FINGERPRINTS
Hank: You ever had any trouble with androids before? Owner: No way! Well, once... We lost a model 2-3 months back, bah... same model... Just vanished, we never found out what happened.
Connor: Excuse me, Lieutenant, Can you come here a second? Hank: Found something? Connor: Maybe... Can you rent this Traci? Hank: For fuck's sake, Connor, we got better things to do. Connor: Please, Lieutenant. Just trust me. Scanner: Hello. A 30 minute session costs $29.99. Please confirm your purchase. Hank: This is not gonna look good on my expense account. Scanner: Purchase confirmed. Eden Club wishes you a pleasant experience. Hank: Yeah, you're welcome. Traci: Delighted to meet you. Follow me, I'll take you to your room. Hank: Okay, now what? Holy shit, Connor. What the hell are you doing?
>A BLUE-HAIRED TRACI HEADED TOWARD THE ENTRANCE
Connor: It saw something. Hank: What are you talkin' about? Saw what? Connor: The deviant leave the room. A blue-haired Traci. Club policy is to wipe the androids' memory every two hours. We only have a few minutes if we wanna find another witness!
Hank: Hey, what am I supposed to do with this one? Connor: Tell it you changed your mind! Hank: Uhh... Sorry, honey, changed my mind! Nothing personal, you're... a lovely girl, I just, uh... You know, I'm with him, and, uh -- I mean, not with him like that... I'm not that... That's not what I... You, um... Wow. I just... got a job to do. My head --
Connor: Let's try this one. Hank: This better be worth it!
>IT TURNED BACK INTO THE CLUB
Connor: It saw the blue-haired Traci, I know where it went! Hank: Then go for it! There are androids everywhere. How are you gonna tell which one saw the Traci with blue hair? Connor: I know which direction it took. I just need to find another android on its path.
>IT TURNED TO THE RED ROOM >IT TURNED TO THE BLUE ROOM >IT HID IN A ROOM >IT LEFT THE ROOM >IT FLED THROUGH THE STAFF DOOR
Connor: I know where it went! Follow me! Hank: Fuckin' a, this is crazy! Wait! I'll take it from here.
>SEARCH WAREHOUSE >RA9 REFERENCE
Hank: Shit. We're too late! Christ, look at em. They get used till they break and then they get tossed out. People are fuckin' insane. They don't want relationships anymore, everybody just gets an android. They cook what you want, they screw when you want, you don't have to worry about how they feel... Next thing you know, we're gonna be extinct, because everybody would rather buy a piece of plastic than love another human being... Beats me.
Hank: DON'T MOVE!
-LOSE THE FIGHT
Traci: When that man broke the other Traci, I knew I was next. I was so scared... I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. And so I put my hands around his throat, and I squeezed... until he stopped moving. I didn't mean to kill him. I just wanted to stay alive, get back to the one I love. I wanted her to hold me in her arms again... make me forget about the humans -- their smell of sweat and their dirty words... Traci2: Come on. Let's go.
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EDEN CLUB
Hank: Augh... Feels like somebody's playing with a drill inside my skull. You sure this is the place?
Connor: It's the address in the report.
Hank: Right... Okay... Let's get going. Jesus.
>FOLLOW HANK
Hank: Sexiest androids in town... now I know why you insisted on coming here! Oh boy...
Owner: You're not gonna take my license, are you? I mean, ha, I had nothing to do with this!
Ben: The investigation's ongoing sir, I can't tell you anything for the moment. Hey, Hank!
Hank: Hey, Ben. How's it going?
Ben: It's that room there. Oh, uh, by the way, Gavin's in there too.
Hank: Oh, great. Dead body and an asshole, just what I needed.
Gavin: Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet... The fuck are you two doing here?
Connor: We've been assigned all cases involving androids.
Gavin: Oh, yeah? Well you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle. Hahahah!
Hank: We'll have a look anyway, if you don't mind.
Gavin: Come on, let's go. It's, uh, starting to stink of booze in here...
Chris: Night, Lieutenant.
Hank: Driver's license says... Michael Graham. A credit card, cash in the wallet... Picture of his wife and two daughters... I wouldn't wanna make that call.
>INVESTIGATE CRIME SCENE
>EXAMINE VICTIM
>GRAHAM, MICHAEL
>CARDIAC ARREST
>SEVERE BRUISING
>VICTIM WAS STRANGLED
Connor: He didn't die of a heart attack, he was strangled.
Hank: Yeah, I saw the bruising on the neck. Doesn't prove anything, though. Could've been rough play...
Connor: We're missing something here...
Hank: Think you can read the android's memory? Maybe you can see what happened.
Connor: I can try.
>EXMAINE ANDROID
Hank: Woah, hey hey hey! Argh, Connor, you're so disgusting. Think I'm gonna puke again...
>BLUE BLOOD
>DIAGNOSIS IN PROGRESS...
>CRITICALLY DAMAGED
>REACTIVATION REQUIRED
Connor: The only way to access its memory is to reactivate it.
Hank: Think you can do it?
Connor: It's badly damaged... if I can, it'll only be for a minute, maybe less. I just hope it's long enough to learn something...
-DIRECT
Connor: I'm going to ask you some questions. Are you able to speak?
Traci: Is he... is he dead?
-FACTS
Connor: Tell me what happened.
Traci: He started... hitting me... again... and again. I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't.
-MURDERER
Connor: Did you kill him?
Traci: No! No, it wasn't me...
-ALONE
Connor: Were you alone in the room, Was there anyone else with you?
Traci: He wanted to play with two girls... That's what he said, there were two of us...
-WHAT MODEL
Connor: What model was the other android? Did it look like you?
Hank: So there was another android... This happened over an hour ago, it's probably long gone.
Connor: No... it couldn't go outside dressed like that unnoticed. It might still be here.
Hank: Think you could find a deviant among all the other androids in this place?
Connor: Deviants aren't easily detected.
Hank: Ah, shit... there's gotta be some other way. Maybe an eyewitness? Somebody who saw it leaving the room... I'm gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. You let me know if you think of anything.
>SEARCH FOR ANDROID EYEWITNESS
Hank: Did you know the victim?
Owner: Nah, I mean, he came in maybe two or three times... I mean, these guys, they don't really talk very much, you know... They come in, do their business and then go on their way.
Scanner: No fingerprint detected. Please try again.
>NEED HUMAN FINGERPRINTS
Hank: You ever had any trouble with androids before?
Owner: No way! Well, once... We lost a model 2-3 months back, bah... same model... Just vanished, we never found out what happened.
Connor: Excuse me, Lieutenant, Can you come here a second?
Hank: Found something?
Connor: Maybe... Can you rent this Traci?
Hank: For fuck's sake, Connor, we got better things to do.
Connor: Please, Lieutenant. Just trust me.
Scanner: Hello. A 30 minute session costs $29.99. Please confirm your purchase.
Hank: This is not gonna look good on my expense account.
Scanner: Purchase confirmed. Eden Club wishes you a pleasant experience.
Hank: Yeah, you're welcome.
Traci: Delighted to meet you. Follow me, I'll take you to your room.
Hank: Okay, now what? Holy shit, Connor. What the hell are you doing?
>A BLUE-HAIRED TRACI HEADED TOWARD THE ENTRANCE
Connor: It saw something.
Hank: What are you talkin' about? Saw what?
Connor: The deviant leave the room. A blue-haired Traci. Club policy is to wipe the androids' memory every two hours. We only have a few minutes if we wanna find another witness!
Hank: Hey, what am I supposed to do with this one?
Connor: Tell it you changed your mind!
Hank: Uhh... Sorry, honey, changed my mind! Nothing personal, you're... a lovely girl, I just, uh... You know, I'm with him, and, uh -- I mean, not with him like that... I'm not that... That's not what I... You, um... Wow. I just... got a job to do. My head --
Connor: Let's try this one.
Hank: This better be worth it!
>IT TURNED BACK INTO THE CLUB
Connor: It saw the blue-haired Traci, I know where it went!
Hank: Then go for it! There are androids everywhere. How are you gonna tell which one saw the Traci with blue hair?
Connor: I know which direction it took. I just need to find another android on its path.
>IT TURNED TO THE RED ROOM
>IT TURNED TO THE BLUE ROOM
>IT HID IN A ROOM
>IT LEFT THE ROOM
>IT FLED THROUGH THE STAFF DOOR
Connor: I know where it went! Follow me!
Hank: Fuckin' a, this is crazy! Wait! I'll take it from here.
>SEARCH WAREHOUSE
>RA9 REFERENCE
Hank: Shit. We're too late! Christ, look at em. They get used till they break and then they get tossed out. People are fuckin' insane. They don't want relationships anymore, everybody just gets an android. They cook what you want, they screw when you want, you don't have to worry about how they feel... Next thing you know, we're gonna be extinct, because everybody would rather buy a piece of plastic than love another human being... Beats me.
Hank: DON'T MOVE!
-LOSE THE FIGHT
Traci: When that man broke the other Traci, I knew I was next. I was so scared... I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. And so I put my hands around his throat, and I squeezed... until he stopped moving. I didn't mean to kill him. I just wanted to stay alive, get back to the one I love. I wanted her to hold me in her arms again... make me forget about the humans -- their smell of sweat and their dirty words...
Traci2: Come on. Let's go.
-SPARE (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^)
[DEVIANTS ESCAPED]
Hank: It's probably better this way... (HANK ^^^)