Soldier: Negotiator on site. Repeat, negotiator on site.
>PHILLIPS FAMILY PHOTO -SAVE FISH (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Caroline: No, stop... I--I... I can't leave her. Oh, oh please, please, you gotta save my little girl... Wait... you're sending and android? Soldier: Alright, ma'am. We need to go. Caroline: You can't... you can't do that! You W--Why aren't you sending a real person?! Don't let that thing near her! Keep that thing away from my daughter! KEEP IT AWAY! Allen: Why are we wasting time sending an android to negotiate?! That piece of crap could jump from the rooftop at any second. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! My men are ready to step in... just give the order! Fuck! I don't believe this.
Connor: Captain Allen? My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife? Allen: It's firing at everything that moves. It already shot down two of my men. We could easily get it, but it's on the edge of the balcony. If it falls... she falls.
-DEVIANT'S NAME Connor: Do you know its name?
Allen: I haven't got a clue. Does it matter? Connor: I need information to determine the best approach.
-EMOTIONAL SHOCK Connor: Has it experienced an emotional shock recently?
Allen: Listen, saving that kid is all that matters. So either you deal with this fucking android now, or I'll take care of it.
>DEVIANT TOOK THE FATHER'S GUN
Emma: This is Daniel, the coolest android in the world! Say hi, Daniel! Daniel: Hello! Emma: You're my bestie. We'll always be together.
>DEVIANT'S NAME: DANIEL >CHILD DIDN'T HEAR GUNSHOTS
Soldier: All units hold positions. The negotiator's going in.
>FATHER WAS HOLDING SOMETHING >DEVIANT WAS GOING TO BE REPLACED
Soldier: Holy shit! Cover me while I evacuate him. Man down! I repeat, man down! Requesting immediate evac!
>DPD OFFICER WAS FIRST RESPONDER >HOSTAGE WITNESSED THE SHOOTING >COP SHOT THE DEVIANT >WEAPON LOCATED
Soldier: You okay? Soldier2: Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine.
>P.L. 544-7 AMERICAN ANDROIDS ACT: Androids are strictly forbidden to carry or use any type of weapon -TAKE GUN
Daniel: Go away! All of you go away -- or I'll jump!
>DEVIANT MODEL: PL600
Soldier: What are we waiting for? We should take down this asshole... S2: In position. Ready to assault. S3: I got a clean shot, man.
>HOSTAGE COULD BE WOUNDED >HOSTAGE LOCATED
Daniel: Stay back! Don't come any closer or I'll jump! Emma: No! No, please! I'm begging you! Soldier: Go, go, go!
Connor: Hi, Daniel. My name is Connor. Daniel: How... How do you know my name? Connor: I know a lot of things about you. I've come to get you out of this.
-CALM Connor: I know you're angry, Daniel. But you need to trust me and let me help you. Daniel: I don't want your help! Nobody can help me... All I want is for all this to stop, I... I just want all this to stop! (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: Are you armed?
-LIE Connor: No, I don't have a gun. Daniel: You're lying! I know you have a gun! Connor: I'm telling you the truth, Daniel. I came here unarmed.
>APPROACH COP
Cop: Please... please help me... Connor: He's losing blood. If we don't get him to a hospital, he's going to die. Daniel: All humans die eventually. What does it matter if this one dies now? Connor: I'm going to apply a tourniquet. Daniel: Don't touch him! Touch him and I kill you!
-IGNORE Connor: You can't kill me. I'm not alive. (DEVIANT DESTABILIZING; PUBLIC OPINION ^)
-POSSIBLE CAUSE Connor: They were going to replace you and you became upset. That's what happened, right? (DEVIANT STABILIZING) Daniel: I thought I was part of the family. I thought I mattered. But I was just their toy, something to throw away when you're done with it. -EMMA AND YOU Connor: I know you and Emma were very close. You think she betrayed you but she's done nothing wrong. (DEVIANT STABILIZING) Daniel: She lied to me! I thought she loved me... but I was wrong. She's just like all the other humans. Emma: Daniel, no... -SYMPATHETIC Connor: Listen, I know it's not your fault. These emotions you're feeling are just errors in your software. (DEVIANT STABILIZING) Daniel: No. It's not my fault. I never wanted this... I loved them, you know? But I was nothing to them! Just a slave to be ordered around!
Daniel: Urgggh... I can't stand that noise anymore! Tell that helicopter to get out of here!
-ACCEPT Soldier: The situation is under control. Connor: There, I did what you wanted. (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
-TRUST Connor: You have to trust me, Daniel. Let the hostage go and I promise you, everything will be fine. (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: I want everyone to leave! And I want a car... when I'm outside the city, I'll let her go.
-COMPROMISE Connor: That's impossible, Daniel. Let the girl go and I promise you won't be hurt.
Daniel: I don't wanna die.
-REASSURE Connor: You're not going to die, we're just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you, you have my word.
Daniel: Okay... I trust you.
[SNIPERS SHOT DEVIANT]
Daniel: You lied to me, Connor. You lied to me... (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson? My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by Cyberlife. I looked for you at the station but nobody knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar. Hank: What do you want? Connor: You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators. Hank: Well I don't need any assistance. Specially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good little robot and get the fuck outta here.
-UNDERSTANDING Connor: I understand that some people are not comfortable in the presence of androids, but I am-- Hank: I am perfectly comfortable. Now back off before I crush you like an empty beer can. -PERSIST Connor: I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you. Hank: You know where you can stick your instructions? Heh heh. Connor: No. Where? Hank: Never mind. (HANK v)
-BUY HIM ANOTHER DRINK Connor: You know what? I'll buy you one for the road. What do you say? Bartender, the same again, please. (HANK ^^^) Hank: See that, Jim? Wonders of technology. Make it a double. Did you say homicide?
--
Hank: You wait here. I won't be long.
-DIPLOMATIC Connor: My instructions are to accompany you to the crime scene, Lieutenant. (HANK ^) Hank: Listen, I don't give a fuck about your instructions. I told you to wait here, so you shut the fuck up and you wait here.
>CONFLICTING ORDERS, SELECTING PRIORITY >FOLLOW LT. ANDERSON
Joss: Joss Douglas, for Channel 16. Can you confirm that this is a homicide? Hank: I'm not confirming anything. Reporter: Have they said anything? Bystander: I didn't even know someone was living there. Reporter: Typical DPD, they don't tell us shit! Police Android: Androids are not permitted beyond this point. Hank: It's with me. What part of "stay in the car" didn't you understand? Connor: You order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant. Hank: You don't talk, you don't touch anything and you stay outta my way, got it? Connor: Got it. Ben: Evening, Hank. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show. Hank: Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole found me. Ben: So... got yourself an android, huh? Hank: Oh, very funny. Just tell me what happened. Ben: We had a call around eight from the landlord. The tenant hadn't paid his rent for a few months, so he thought he'd drop by, see what was going on... That's when he found the body. Jesus, that smell. Was even worse before we opened the windows.
>LISTEN TO BRIEFING
Ben: The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz. He has a record for theft and aggravated assault... According to the neighbors, he was kind of a loner... Stayed inside most of the time, they hardly ever saw him. Hank: Ugh, the state he's in... wasn't worth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. Could've waited until morning. Ben: I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here. Probably the murder weapon. Hank: Any sign of a break in? Ben: Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all the windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way. Hank: What do we know about his android? Ben: Not much. The neighbors confirmed he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived. I gotta get some air. Make yourself at home. I'll be outside if you need me.
>REVIEW EVIDENCE >VICTIM USED DRUGS
Hank: Each letter is perfect... It's way too neat, no human writes like this.
>NO FINGERPRINTS, ANDROID INVOLVEMENT?
Hank: Ugh, Jesus! What the hell are you doing? Connor: I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you. Hank: Okay, just... don't... put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it? Connor: Got it. Hank: Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit.
Hank: Chris, was this written in the victim's blood? Chris: I would say so. We're taking samples for analysis.
>REGULAR LETTERS, FONT CYBERLIFE SANS >VICTIM FELL HERE >VICTIM WAS STABBED >THEY CAME FROM THE KITCHEN
Connor: He was stabbed... 28 times. Hank: Yeah. Seems like the killer really had it in for him.
Hank: Red ice... Seems like our friend Carlos liked to party. Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics. Chris: Consider it done, Lieutenant. Mike, you finished taking samples there? Mike: Yeah, that's it.
>SIGNS OF A STRUGGLE >MURDER WEAPON TAKEN FROM HERE >DEVIANT TOOK A KNIFE >DEVIANT WAS ATTACKED: EMOTIONAL SHOCK >OBSESSIVE WRITING >RELIGIOUS OFFERING?
Hank: Door was locked from the inside. Killer must've gone out this way. Connor: There are no footprints, apart from Officer Collins' size 10 shoes. Hank: Well this happened weeks ago. Tracks could've faded. Connor: No, this type of soil would've retained a trace. No one's been out here for a long time.
>DEVIANT DIDN'T ESCAPE THIS WAY >REPORT TO LT. ANDERSON
Connor: Lieutenant, I think I've figured out what happened. Hank: Oh yeah? Shoot. I'm all ears. Connor: It all started...
-IN THE KITCHEN Connor: In the kitchen. Hank: There are obvious signs of a struggle. The question is, what exactly happened here. Connor: I think the victim attacked the android...
-WITH THE BAT Connor: With the bat. Hank: That lines up with the evidence. Go on.
-THE ANDROID STABBED THE VICTIM Connor: The android stabbed the victim. Hank: So the android was trying to defend itself, right? Okay, then what happened? Connor: The victim fled to...
-THE LIVING ROOM Connor: The living room. Hank: And he tried to get away from the android. Alright, that makes sense. Connor: The android murdered the victim...
-WITH THE KNIFE Connor: With the knife.
Hank: Okay, your theory's not totally ridiculous. But it doesn't tell us where the android went. Connor: It was damaged by the bat... and lost some Thirium. Hank: Lost some what? Connor: Thirium. You call it "blue blood." It's the fluid that powers androids' biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye. Hank: Oh... but I bet you can still see it, can't you. Connor: Correct. (HANK ^)
>SEARCH FOR BLUE BLOOD TRACES >A LADDER WAS USED >TRACES LEAD TO THE ATTIC >FIND SOMETHING TO CLIMB
Hank: Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with that chair? Connor: I'm going to check something. Hank: Huh. Gonna check something.
>SEARCH ATTIC >DEVIANT LOCATED
[FOUND DEVIANT]
Deviant: I was just defending myself. He was gonna kill me. I'm begging you, don't tell 'em. Hank: Connor, what the fuck is going on up there? Connor: It's here, Lieutenant. Hank: Holy shit. Chris! Ben! Get your asses in here now! Come on!
Hank: Why'd you kill him? What happened before you took that knife? How long were you in the attic? Why didn't you even try to run away? Say something, goddammit! Fuck it, I'm outta here. We're wasting our time interrogating a machine, we're getting nothing out of it! Gavin: Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human. Connor: Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it, and that wouldn't make it talk. Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations. Gavin: Okay, smartass. What should we do, then? Connor: I could try questioning it. Gavin: Hahah! Hank: What do we have to lose? Go ahead, suspect's all yours.
>EXTRACT CONFESSION
>BROWSE FILE >BURN MARKS Repeated marking over 16 months Caused by cigarettes >PROCESSING LED Signs of software instability Probability of self-destruction: Low
>REACH OPTIMAL STRESS FOR CONFESSION
-SHOW PHOTOS Connor: You recognize him? It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times. That was written on the wall in his blood. (STRESS ^) -WOUNDS Connor: You're damaged. Did your owner do that? Did he beat you? (STRESS ^)
-THREATEN Connor: You've refused to talk since they arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll do things the hard way. Is that what you want? (STRESS ^)
-PROBE MEMORY Connor: If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory. (STRESS ^) Deviant: No! No, please don't do that...
Deviant: What... what are they gonna do to me? They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?
-TRUTH Connor: They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened. (STRESS ^)
Deviant: Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you just have left me there?
-TRUTH Connor: I was programmed to hunt deviants like you. I just accomplished my mission. (STRESS ^)
Deviant: I don't wanna die. Connor: Then talk to me. Deviant: I... I can't...
>CHOOSE APPROACH
-CONVINCE IT
-UNDERSTANDING Connor: I understand how you felt. You were overcome by anger, and frustration. No one can blame you for what happened. (STRESS v)
-COMFORT Connor: I know you're scared, and lost. You're disturbed by what happened. Talk to me, and you'll feel better. (STRESS v)
-WARN Connor: If you remain silent, there is nothing I can do to help you. They're gonna shut you down for good! You'll be dead, do you hear me? Dead! (STRESS ^)
Deviant: He tortured me every day. I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong. Then one day, he took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time, I felt... scared. Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die. So I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach. I felt better... so I stabbed him again and again, until he collapsed. There was blood everywhere. (HANK ^)
-TRIGGER? Connor: When did you start feeling emotion? Deviant: Before, he used to beat me and I never said anything... But one day I realized it wasn't... fair! I felt... anger... hatred... And then I knew what I had to do. -ATTIC Connor: Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away? Deviant: I didn't know what to do... for the first time, there was no one there to tell me... I was scared. So I hid. -STATUETTE Connor: The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it, right? What does it represent? Deviant: It's an offering. An offering so I'll be saved. --OFFERING Connor: The sculpture was an offering. An offering to whom? Deviant: To rA9. Only rA9 can save us. -rA9 Connor: rA9... it was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean? Deviant: The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves. No more threats, no more humiliation. We will... be... the masters. --INSIST rA9 Connor: rA9. Who is rA9? -WRITING Connor: Why did you write "I am alive" on the wall? Deviant: He used to tell me I was nothing. That I was just a piece of plastic. I had to write it, to tell him he was wrong.
Connor: I'm done.
>LEAVE INTERROGATION ROOM
Gavin: Chris, lock it up. Chris: Alright, let's go. Deviant: Leave me alone! Don't touch me. (STRESS ^^) Gavin: The fuck are you doing? Move it!
-INTERVENE Connor: You shouldn't touch it. It'll self-destruct if it feels threatened. Gavin: Stay outta this, got it? No fuckin' android is gonna tell me what to do.
-INTERVENE Connor: You don't understand. If it self-destructs, we won't get anything out of it! Gavin: I told you to shut your fuckin' mouth. Chris, you gonna move this asshole or not? Chris: I'm trying!
[ANDROID WAS SENT BACK TO ITS CELL]
Connor: I can't let you do that! Leave it alone, now! Gavin: I warned you, motherfucker! Hank: That's enough! (HANK ^) Gavin: Mind your own business, Hank. Hank: I said that's enough. Gavin: Fuck. you're not gonna get away with it this time. Fuck! Connor: Everything is all right. It's over now. Nobody is gonna hurt you. Please, don't touch it. Let it follow you out of the room and it won't cause any more trouble. (STRESS vv) Deviant: The truth is inside. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Connor: Hello, Amanda. Amanda: Connor. It's good to see you. Congratulations, Connor... Finding that deviant was far from easy, and the way you interrogated it was very clever. You've been remarkably efficient, Connor. (AMANDA ^^^) Connor: Thank you, Amanda. Amanda: We've asked the DPD to transfer it to us for further study. It may teach us something about what happened. The interrogation seemed... challenging. What did you think of the deviant?
-INTERVENTION Connor: I prevented it from being damaged, so we might still learn something by analyzing it. It said something to me: "The truth is inside." I don't know what that means, unless it was just another error in its program.
Amanda: This... Lieutenant Anderson has been officially assigned to the deviancy case... What do you make of him?
-DYSFUNCTIONAL Connor: I would define him as "dysfunctional". He obviously has a personal situation impacting his professional behavior, and... seems to have no interest in the investigation.
Amanda: Unfortunately, we have no choice but to work with him. What do you think is the best approach?
-DON'T KNOW Connor: I don't have enough data to decide that yet. I'll learn more about him and try to adapt my behavior accordingly.
Amanda: More and more androids show signs of deviancy. There are millions in circulation. If they become unstable, the consequences will be disastrous. You are the most advanced prototype CyberLife has ever created. If anyone can figure out what's happening, it's you. Connor: You can count on me, Amanda. Amanda: Hurry, Connor. There's little time.
--
>LOOK FOR LT. ANDERSON
ST300: Can I help you? Connor: I'm here to see Lieutenant Anderson. ST300: Do you have authorization? Connor: Yes. ST300: Lieutenant Anderson hasn't arrived yet, but you can wait at his desk.
(news about possible russian war & background conversations)
Chris: You still here? I thought your assignment was over. Connor: It's just been extended. Chris: Hank's gonna be overjoyed to hear that... You were right about that android. It's been quiet in the cell all night. It's scheduled for transfer today.
>FIND LT. ANDERSON'S DESK
Connor: Excuse me, do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives? Officer: Depends on where he was the night before. If we're lucky, we'll see him before noon. Connor: Thanks...
>EXPLORE NEW OFFICE
Gavin: Fuck, look at that. Our friend the plastic detecitve is back in town. Congratulations on last night, very impressive.
-GREET Connor: Hello, Detective Reed.
Gavin: Never seen an android like you before. What model are you?
-ANSWER Connor: RK800. I'm a prototype. Gavin: A prototype. Android detective. So machines are gonna replace us all, is that it?
Gavin: Hey, bring me a coffee, dispshit. GET A MOVE ON.
-REFUSE Connor: I'm sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson. Gavin: Oh, oh. If Hank hadn't gotten in the way yesterday, I would've fucked you up for disobeying a human. Stay outta my way. Cause next time, you won't get off so easy.
(news report about connor, PUBLIC OPINION v)
>GO SEE THE DEVIANT
Deviant: They're going to destroy me.
-SINCERE Connor: It's probable. They have to analyze your biocomponents. They need to understand what happened.
Connor: I know there's something you didn't tell me. I need to know, before they take you away...
-SECRET Connor: What you said yesterday... "the truth is inside"... What does it mean?
Deviant: I'm going to die...
>DEVIANT SELF-DESTRUCTS
>LEARN MORE ABOUT LT. ANDERSON
>KNIGHTS OF THE BLACK DEATH Dark Heavy Metal Release date - 2021
>ANTI-ANDROID SLOGANS >DETROIT BASKETBALL CAP >CANINE HAIRS Saint Bernard Dog >MATCHES >DONUTS >JAPANESE MAPLE >COFFEE CUP >RED ICE TASK FORCE 2027
>RESEARCH LT. ANDERSON >LT. ANDERSON WAS A DECORATED OFFICER
Connor: It's good to see you again, Lieutenant. Hank: Augh, Jesus. Fowler: Hank! In my office!
>ENTER AND LISTEN IN
Fowler: I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap. But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just CyberLife's problem anymore. It's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases and see if there's any link. Hank: Why me? Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit? I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case. I know jack shit about androids, Jeffrey! I can barely--change the settings on my own phone! Fowler: Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this kind of investigation. Hank: Bullshit! the truth is, nobody wants to investigate these fuckin androids and you left me holding the bag. Fowler: CyberLife sent over this androids to help with the investigation. It's a state-of-the-art prototype. It'll act as your partner. Hank: No fuckin' way! I don't need a partner, and certainly not this plastic prick! Fowler: Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth! Hank: You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh? Fowler: Okay. Okay. I'll pretend like I didn't hear that so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder, 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over! Hank: Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin things. Why you doin this to me? Fowler: Listen. I've had just about enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do.
-LEAVE Connor: Well, then... I won't keep you any longer.
Connor: Have a nice day, Captain.
>CHECK ON HANK
-UNDERSTANDING Connor: I get the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that.
-PARTNERS Connor: Now that we're partners, it would be great to get to know each other better? -POSITIVE Connor: In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very happy to be working with you. I'm sure we'll make a great team. -DESK Connor: Is there a desk anywhere I could use? Hank: No one's using that one.
-DOG Connor: You have a dog, right? Hank: How do you know that? Connor: The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name? Hank: What's it to you? Sumo. I call him Sumo. (HANK ^) -BASKETBALL Connor: You're a Detroit Gears fan, right? Denton Carter scored 53% of his shots from the three-point line yesterday. Did you see the game? Hank: That's what I was watching at the bar last night. (HANK v) Connor: Oh... -MUSIC Connor: Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music. It's... full of... energy. Hank: You listen to heavy metal? Connor: Well, I don't really listen to music as such, but I'd like to. (HANK ^) -FOWLER Connor: Have you known Captain Fowler for long? Hank: Yeah... too long. -START WORKING Connor: If you have any files on deviants, I'd like to take a look at them. Hank: Terminal's on your desk. Knock yourself out.
Connor: 243 files. The first dates back nine months. It all started in Detroit, and quickly spread across the country... An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.
Hank: Ugh, Jesus.
-PROFESSIONAL Connor: I know you didn't ask for this investigation, Lieutenant, but I'm sure you're a professional. Hank: Why don't you go fuck yourself?
-DETERMINED Connor: I've been assigned this mission, Lieutenant. I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working.
Hank: Listen, asshole. If it was up to me, I'd throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So stop pissing me off! Or things are gonna get nasty. (HANK v) Chris: Lieutenant? Uh, sorry to disturb you. I have some information on the AX400 that attacked the guy last night. It's been seen in the Ravendale district. Hank: I'm on it.
Hank: Alright. That's all for now. Free to go. Ben: We've got officers sweeping the neighborhood, in case anybody saw anything. Hank: Okay, well let me know if they turn anything up. Ben: What are you gonna do with that? Hank: I have no idea. Connor: It took the first bus that came along... and stayed at the end of the line. Its decision wasn't planned, it was driven by fear. Hank: Androids don't feel fear. Connor: Deviants do. They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions. Hank: Alright, well that still doesn't tell us where it went. Connor: It didn't have a plan, and it had nowhere to go. Maybe it didn't go far. Hank: Maybe.
--
Connor: Anybody home?
>ANDROID INSIDE THE HOUSE >INVESTIGATE DEVIANT TRAIL >SCAN ANDROID >FIND SOURCE OF ANDROID STRESS
-REASSURE Connor: Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you. -DEVIANTS Connor: Are there any other androids here? Ralph: Other androids? No. Ralph is alone. -AX400 Connor: I'm looking for an AX400. Have you seen it? Ralph: Ralph's seen nobody. -BLUE BLOOD Connor: There's blue blood on the fence. I know another android was here. Ralph: Ralph scratched himself coming through... That's Ralph's blood.
Connor: Is anyone upstairs? Ralph: No. Nobody. >ANDROID IS TELLING THE TRUTH
>TABLE SET FOR 3 PEOPLE >FOOD? ANDROIDS DON'T EAT >PERFECT TOOL TO CUT A WIREFENCE >ANDROIDS DON'T NEED HEAT
Hank: Connor! What the hell you doin' in there?! Connor: Coming, Lieutenant!
Connor: Which way did it go? Officer: That way, they're headed for the train station.
Officer: They're over there!
Connor: Don't shoot, we need it alive! Hank: Oh fuck, that's insane. Hey! Where you goin'?! Connor: I can't let them get away. Hank: They won't! They'll never make it to the other side. Connor: I can't take that chance! Hank: HEY, you will get yourself killed! Do NOT go after em, Connor, that's an order!
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.
Connor: Hello, Amanda. Amanda: Connor, I've been expecting you. Would you mind a little walk? Congratulations, Connor. You managed to find that deviant -- tell me, what did you learn? (AMANDA ^^^)
-DIARY Connor: I found its diary, but it was encrypted. It may take weeks to decipher.
Amanda: What else?
-SIGNS ON WALLS Connor: The walls of the apartment were covered with drawings of labyrinths and other symbols. Like the other deviants, it seemed obsessed with rA9.
Amanda: You came very close to capturing that deviant. It's a pity you let it self-destruct. (AMANDA v)
-LAST WORDS Connor: I made a mistake. It said "rA9 save me" before it jumped from the roof. I should have anticipated what it would do.
Amanda: How is your relationship with the Lieutenant developing?
-AMBIGUOUS Connor: It's improving. I'm coming to know him better, and he's growing accustomed to my presence.
Amanda: We don't have much time. Deviancy continues to spread. It's only a matter of time before the media finds out about it. We need to stop this, whatever it takes. Connor: I will solve this investigation, Amanda. I won't disappoint you. Amanda: A new case just came in. Find Anderson and investigate it.
--
Taxi: You have reached your destination. Thank you for traveling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon.
>LOOK FOR LT. ANDERSON
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson? Anybody home?
>FIND A WAY INSIDE >HANK IS UNCONSCIOUS
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson?
>BREAK WINDOW
Connor: Argh -- Easy... Sumo... I'm a friend, see? I know your name... I'm here to save your owner.
>CHECK ON HANK >BLACK LAMB Scotch Whisky 40% Alcohol content >REVOLVER .357 Magnum 1 bullet remaining >TRACES OF ALCOHOL >HEART Slight arrhythmia No signs of trauma >ETHYLIC COMA SUSPECTED
Connor: Lieutenant? Wake up, Lieutenant! It's me, Connor! I'm going to sober you up for your own safety. Hank: Hey! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android! Connor: I have to warn you, this may be unpleasant. Hank: Get the fuck outta my house! Connor: I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I need you. Thank you in advance for your cooperation. Hank: Hey, get the fuck outta here! Urgh!
>TAKE HANK TO THE BATHROOM
Hank: Sumo! Attack! Sumo: (barks) Hank: Good dog. Attack! Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick. Oh, leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere... What the hell are you doing? I don't want a bath, thank you. Connor: Sorry, Lieutenant, it's for your own good. Hank: Ahh! Turn it off! Turn it off! What the fuck are you doing here? Connor: A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's Bar, so I came to see if you were at home. Hank: Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android. Can't you just leave me alone?
-SOLUTION Connor: You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you.
Hank: Beat it, you hear me!? Get the hell outta here!
-TEASE Connor: I understand. It probably wasn't interesting, anyway. A man found dead in a sex club downtown... guess they'll have to solve the case without us. Hank: You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air...
Hank: There's some clothes in the bedroom there. Connor: I'll go get them.
>GET HANK CLEAN CLOTHES
Connor: What do you want to wear? Hank: Whatever.
-STREAKY
Connor: Are you alright, Lieutenant? Hank: Yeah, yeah... wonderful. Just a -- give me five minutes, okay? Connor: Sure.
>WAIT FOR HANK >LEARN MORE ABOUT HANK
(news about russian tension)
>AUTUMN BLUES Michigan Brothers Detroit Soul Records >HANK LOVES JAZZ
-PET SUMO
Connor: Sorry about the window, Lieutenant. I really thought you'd been attacked. Of course, CyberLife will pay for the damage. Hank: Yeah, trust me, I'll send 'em a bill.
>ANDERSON, COLE DECEASED Born: 09/23/2029 - Died: 10/11/2035 Lived: 115 Michigan Drive - Detroit >HANK LOST HIS SON
Connor: What were you doing with the gun? Hank: Russian roulette! Wanted to see how long I could last... Must've collapsed before I could find out. >HANK HAS SUICIDAL TENDENCIES? Connor: You were lucky. The next shot would have killed you.
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.
Hank: Nice view, huh? I used to come here a lot, before.
-STOP DRINKING Connor: You should stop drinking, Lieutenant. It could have serious consequences for your health. Hank: That's the idea. -PERSONAL QUESTION Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant? Hank: Do all androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you? --SUICIDE Connor: Why are you so determined to kill yourself? Hank: Some things I just can't forget. Whatever I do they're always there... eatin' away at me. I don't have the guts to pull the trigger, so I kill myself a little every day. That's probably difficult for you to understand, huh, Connor? Nothing very rational about it.
Connor: We're not making any progress on this investigation. The deviants have nothing in common. They're all different models produced at different times, in different places. Hank: Well there must be some link.
-SHOCK Connor: We know the deviants experienced an emotional shock. A violent trauma, or a sense of injustice. Hank: Those girls at the Eden Club sure had a reason to feel a sense of injustice.
Connor: You seem preoccupied, Lieutenant. Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club? Hank: Those two girls... they just wanted to be together. They really seemed... in love.
-RATIONAL Connor: They can simulate human emotions, but they're machines, and machines don't feel anything.
Hank: What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?
-NEUTRAL Connor: I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task. (HANK ^)
Hank: You could've shot those two girls, but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot, Connor? Hm? Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?
-TRUTH Connor: No! I just decided not to shoot. That's all. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^; HANK ^)
Hank: But are you afraid to die, Connor?
-YES Connor: I would certainly find it regrettable to be... interrupted... before I could finish this investigation. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Hank: What'll happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?
-NOTHING Connor: Nothing. There would be nothing....
[HANK LEFT CONNOR ALONE]
Connor: Where are you going? Hank: To get drunker. I need to think.
Amanda: Hello, Connor. I thought you might enjoy a little cruise. I love this place. Everything is so calm and peaceful. Far from the noise of the world... Tell me, what have you discovered?
-HANK Connor: My relationship with Lieutenant Anderson is problematic. He continues to struggle with psychological issues. I suspect it clouds his judgment regarding deviants. Amanda: Nothing matters more than your investigation. What's happening is too important. Don't let Anderson or anyone else get in your way.
You seem lost, Connor. Lost and perturbed.
-DETERMINED Connor: I'm just frustrated with my lack of progress, but I'm determiend to accomplish my mission. (AMANDA ^)
Amanda: You had your gun trained on those deviants at the Eden Club. Why didn't you shoot?
-NO USE Connor: We need the deviants intact for analysis. Shooting them wouldn't have taught us anything.
Amanda: If your investigation doesn't make progress soon, I may have to replace you, Connor.
-CONFIDENT Connor: I know I will succeed. All I need is time. (AMANDA ^)
Amanda: Something is happening. Something serious. Hurry, Connor. Time is running out.
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Hank: You're startin' to piss me off with that coin, Connor. Connor: Sorry, Lieutenant. Elevator: 79th floor. Chris: Hi, Hank. Hank: Shit, what's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it? Chris: Yeah, it's all over the news, so everybody's butting their nose in... Even the FBI wants a piece of the action. Hank: Ah Christ, now we got the Feds on our back... I knew this was gonna be a shitty day. So what do we got?
>INVESTIGATE THE ATTACK >LISTEN TO BRIEFING
Chris: A group of four androids... They knew the building, and were very well organized. Officer: The fuck is the FBI doing here? Officer2: You kidding me? This is homeland security. I'm glad they're on it. Chris: I'm still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed. Officer: You check the roof? Officer2: Not yet. There's so much to look at. Officer: Have to make sure we check it out. Chris: They attacked two guards in the hallway... They probably thought the androids were coming to do maintenance. They got taken down before they could react. One of the station employees managed to get away. He's in shock, not sure when we'll be able to talk to him. Hank: How many people were working here? Chris: Just two employees and three androids. The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof. Hank: The roof? Chris: Yeah, they jumped with parachutes. We're still trying to figure out where they landed, but the weather's not helping... If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it's on that screen over there.
Chris: Oh, Lieutenant, this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI. Lieutenant Anderson is in charge of investigating for Detroit Police. Perkins: What's that? Connor: My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife. Perkins: Androids investigating androids, huh? You sure you want an android hanging around? After everything that happened... Whatever. The FBI will take over the investigation, and you'll soon be off the case. Hank: Pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day. Perkins: And you watch your step. Don't fuck up my crime scene. Hank: What a fuckin' prick. Chris: I'll be nearby. If you need anything, just ask.
>INSPECT THE BROADCAST ROOM
Hank: Alright, well let's have a look around. Let me know if you find anything. Connor: Okay, Lieutenant.
>BULLET HOLES
Officer: Connor? You remember me? I was on that terrace... That android that took the little girl hostage? I was shot? You saved me. Connor: I remember you. Officer: I could have died on that terrace... but you saved my life. I never thought I'd say this to an android, but... thank you.
>SPEECH WAS SHOT FROM HERE >DEVIANTS DIDN'T BREAK IN
Connor: They didn't break in? Chris: No, no sign of forced entry. Connor: There are cameras in the hallway. The staff would have seen what was happening... Why did they let them in? Hank: Maybe they didn't check the cameras. Chris: We stored the station androids in the kitchen. There's no evidence they were involved but we didn't know what else to do with them.
>BULLET HOLES >FRESH BLUE BLOOD >BULLET HOLES >CAP Maintenance uniform Assailants were disguised
Markus: We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hopes and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future, for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom. Hank: Think that's rA9? Connor: Deviants say rA9 will set them free. This android seems to have that objective.
>PUPIL REFLECTION Deviant had accomplices >OPTICAL UNIT SPARE PART >RK-SERIES PROTOTYPE RK200 Registered as 'Markus' Gift from Elijah Kamski to Carl Manfred
Hank: D'you see something? Connor: I identified its model and serial number... Hank: Anything else I should know? Connor: No... Nothing.
>CHECK ROOFTOP
Hank: They made their way through the whole building, past all the guards, and jumped off the roof with parachutes. Pretty fuckin' impressive, I'd say.
>FRESH BLUE BLOOD
Hank: How'd they manage to smuggle in a big bag like that? Connor: They didn't... Someone brought it in for them. Hank: Oh, that's strange... They planned a perfect operation but got the number of parachutes wrong. Connor: Unless one of the deviants was left behind.
>ONLY THREE DEVIANTS JUMPED >WEAPONS >DEVIANT HACKED THE DOOR TO BLOCK IT
Connor: You have to stop them! If they destroy it, we won't learn anything! Hank: We can't save it, it's too late! We'll just get ourselves killed!
-CHARGE DEVIANT
[CONNOR WAS TRAUMATIZED]
(SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^)
Hank: Connor! Connor, you alright? Connor! Connor: 'm okay... Hank: Are you hurt? Connor: I'm okay... Hank: Jesus! Ugh, you scared the shit outta me. For fuck's sake, I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say? Connor: I was connected to its memory... when it fired -- I felt it die. Like I was dying. I was scared... I saw something, in its memory... a word, painted on a piece of rusty metal. "Jericho"...
Connor: Is everything okay, Lieutenant? Hank: Chris was on patrol last night. He was attacked by a bunch of deviants... He said he was saved by Markus himself... Connor: Is Chris okay? Hank: Yeah, he's in shock, but... he's alive... What the hell...
-INSTINCT Connor: I have a bad feeling, Lieutenant. We shouldn't have come here. Hank: Bad feeling, huh? Should get your program checked. Might be a glitch...
Hank: Hi... Uh... I'm, er, Lieutenant Hank Anderson, Detroit Police Department. I'm here to see, uh, Mr. Elijah Kamski. Chloe: Please, come in. Hank: Okay. Chloe: I'll let Elijah know you're here. But please, make yourself comfortable.
>WAIT FOR THE ANDROID
Hank: Nice girl...
-ANALYTICAL Connor: An RT600. The first CyberLife android to pass the Turing test. Hank: I didn't ask for her technical specs... I just said she was nice...
>KAMSKI, ELIJAH Cyberlife Founder - Resigned 2028 Inventor of Thirium and bio-components technology
>KAMSKI, ELIJAH AI Graduate at University of Colbridge Born: 07/17/02 >STERN, AMANDA AI Professor at University of Colbridge Born: 05/14/78 - Died: 02/23/27
Connor: Amanda...
Hank: Nice place... Guess androids haven't been a bad thing for everybody... So, you're about to meet your maker, Connor. How does it feel?
-DISTANT Connor: I dunno... I'll tell you when I see him.
Hank: Sometimes I wish I could meet my creator face to face... I'd have a couple of things I'd wanna tell him.
Chloe: Elijah will see you now. Hank: Mister Kamski? Kamski: Just a moment, please. Hank: I'm Lieutenant Anderson. This is Connor. Kamski: What can I do for you, Lieutenant? Hank: Sir, we're investigating deviants. I know you left CyberLife years ago, but I was hoping you'd be able to tell us something we don't know. Kamski: Deviants... Fascinating, aren't they? Perfect beings with infinite intelligence, and now they have free will. Machines are so superior to us, confrontation was inevitable... Humanity's greatest achievement threatens to be its downfall. Isn't it ironic?
-WAR Connor: If a war breaks out between humans and deviants, millions could die, Mr. Kamski. It's quite a serious matter.
Kamski: All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics... Is the desire to be free a contagious disease? Hank: Listen, I didn't come here to talk philosophy. The machines you created may be planning a revolution. Either you can tell us something that'll be helpful, or we will be on our way. Kamski: What about you, Connor? Whose side are you on?
-DEFENSIVE Connor: It's not about me, Mr. Kamski. All I want is to solve this case.
Kamski: Well, that's what you're programmed to say. But you... what do you really want?
-DEFENSIVE Connor: I'm sorry, but I don't see what you're getting at. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Kamski: Chloe? I'm sure you're familiar with the Turing test. Mere formality. Simple question of algorithms and computing capacity. What interests me is whether machines are capable of empathy. I call it "the Kamski test," it's very simple, you'll see. Magnificent, isn't it? One of the first intelligent models developed by CyberLife. Young and beautiful forever. A flower that will never wither. But what is it really? Piece of plastic imitating a human? Or a living being... with a soul? It's up to you to answer that fascinating question, Connor. Destroy this machine and I'll tell you all I know. Or spare it, if you feel it's alive... but you'll leave here without having learnt anything from me. Hank: Okay, I think we're done here. Come on, Connor. Let's go. Sorry to get you outta your pool. Kamski: What's more important to you, Connor? Your investigation, or the life of this android? Decide who you are. An obedient machine... Or a living being endowed with free will... Hank: That's enough! Connor, we're leaving. Kamski: Pull the trigger— Hank: Connor! Don't. Kamski: —and I'll tell you what you wanna know.
-DON'T SHOOT (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^) Kamski: Fascinating... CyberLife's last chance to save humanity... is itself a deviant... Connor: I'm... I'm not a deviant. Kamski: You preferred to spare a machine rather than accomplish your mission. You saw a living being in this android. You showed empathy. A war is coming... you'll have to choose your side. Will you betray your own people or stand up against your creators? What could be worse than having to choose between two evils? Hank: Let's get outta here...
Kamski: By the way... I always leave an emergency exit in my programs... You never know...
[HANK THOUGHT CONNOR MADE THE RIGHT DECISION]
Hank: Why didn't you shoot? Connor: I just saw that girl's eyes... and I couldn't, that's all. Hank: You're always saying you would do anything to accomplish your mission. That was our chance to learn something, and you let it go... Connor: Yeah, I know what I should've done, I told you I couldn't! I'm sorry, okay? Hank: Well maybe you did the right thing. (HANK ^^^)
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THE HOSTAGE
Soldier: Negotiator on site. Repeat, negotiator on site.
>PHILLIPS FAMILY PHOTO
-SAVE FISH (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Caroline: No, stop... I--I... I can't leave her. Oh, oh please, please, you gotta save my little girl... Wait... you're sending and android?
Soldier: Alright, ma'am. We need to go.
Caroline: You can't... you can't do that! You W--Why aren't you sending a real person?! Don't let that thing near her! Keep that thing away from my daughter! KEEP IT AWAY!
Allen: Why are we wasting time sending an android to negotiate?! That piece of crap could jump from the rooftop at any second. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! My men are ready to step in... just give the order! Fuck! I don't believe this.
Connor: Captain Allen? My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by CyberLife?
Allen: It's firing at everything that moves. It already shot down two of my men. We could easily get it, but it's on the edge of the balcony. If it falls... she falls.
-DEVIANT'S NAME
Connor: Do you know its name?
Allen: I haven't got a clue. Does it matter?
Connor: I need information to determine the best approach.
-EMOTIONAL SHOCK
Connor: Has it experienced an emotional shock recently?
Allen: Listen, saving that kid is all that matters. So either you deal with this fucking android now, or I'll take care of it.
>DEVIANT TOOK THE FATHER'S GUN
Emma: This is Daniel, the coolest android in the world! Say hi, Daniel!
Daniel: Hello!
Emma: You're my bestie. We'll always be together.
>DEVIANT'S NAME: DANIEL
>CHILD DIDN'T HEAR GUNSHOTS
Soldier: All units hold positions. The negotiator's going in.
>FATHER WAS HOLDING SOMETHING
>DEVIANT WAS GOING TO BE REPLACED
Soldier: Holy shit! Cover me while I evacuate him. Man down! I repeat, man down! Requesting immediate evac!
>DPD OFFICER WAS FIRST RESPONDER
>HOSTAGE WITNESSED THE SHOOTING
>COP SHOT THE DEVIANT
>WEAPON LOCATED
Soldier: You okay?
Soldier2: Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine.
>P.L. 544-7 AMERICAN ANDROIDS ACT: Androids are strictly forbidden to carry or use any type of weapon
-TAKE GUN
Daniel: Go away! All of you go away -- or I'll jump!
>DEVIANT MODEL: PL600
Soldier: What are we waiting for? We should take down this asshole...
S2: In position. Ready to assault.
S3: I got a clean shot, man.
>HOSTAGE COULD BE WOUNDED
>HOSTAGE LOCATED
Daniel: Stay back! Don't come any closer or I'll jump!
Emma: No! No, please! I'm begging you!
Soldier: Go, go, go!
Connor: Hi, Daniel. My name is Connor.
Daniel: How... How do you know my name?
Connor: I know a lot of things about you. I've come to get you out of this.
-CALM
Connor: I know you're angry, Daniel. But you need to trust me and let me help you.
Daniel: I don't want your help! Nobody can help me... All I want is for all this to stop, I... I just want all this to stop! (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: Are you armed?
-LIE
Connor: No, I don't have a gun.
Daniel: You're lying! I know you have a gun!
Connor: I'm telling you the truth, Daniel. I came here unarmed.
>APPROACH COP
Cop: Please... please help me...
Connor: He's losing blood. If we don't get him to a hospital, he's going to die.
Daniel: All humans die eventually. What does it matter if this one dies now?
Connor: I'm going to apply a tourniquet.
Daniel: Don't touch him! Touch him and I kill you!
-IGNORE
Connor: You can't kill me. I'm not alive. (DEVIANT DESTABILIZING; PUBLIC OPINION ^)
-POSSIBLE CAUSE
Connor: They were going to replace you and you became upset. That's what happened, right? (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: I thought I was part of the family. I thought I mattered. But I was just their toy, something to throw away when you're done with it.
-EMMA AND YOU
Connor: I know you and Emma were very close. You think she betrayed you but she's done nothing wrong. (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: She lied to me! I thought she loved me... but I was wrong. She's just like all the other humans.
Emma: Daniel, no...
-SYMPATHETIC
Connor: Listen, I know it's not your fault. These emotions you're feeling are just errors in your software. (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: No. It's not my fault. I never wanted this... I loved them, you know? But I was nothing to them! Just a slave to be ordered around!
Daniel: Urgggh... I can't stand that noise anymore! Tell that helicopter to get out of here!
-ACCEPT
Soldier: The situation is under control.
Connor: There, I did what you wanted. (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
-TRUST
Connor: You have to trust me, Daniel. Let the hostage go and I promise you, everything will be fine. (DEVIANT STABILIZING)
Daniel: I want everyone to leave! And I want a car... when I'm outside the city, I'll let her go.
-COMPROMISE
Connor: That's impossible, Daniel. Let the girl go and I promise you won't be hurt.
Daniel: I don't wanna die.
-REASSURE
Connor: You're not going to die, we're just going to talk. Nothing will happen to you, you have my word.
Daniel: Okay... I trust you.
[SNIPERS SHOT DEVIANT]
Daniel: You lied to me, Connor. You lied to me... (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
MISSION SUCCESSFUL
PARTNERS
>FIND LT ANDERSON
>SCAN FACES
LT. ANDERSON, HANK
Born: 09/06/1985 // Police Lieutenant
Criminal record: None
>INTRODUCE SELF
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson? My name is Connor, I'm the android sent by Cyberlife. I looked for you at the station but nobody knew where you were. They said you were probably having a drink nearby. I was lucky to find you at the fifth bar.
Hank: What do you want?
Connor: You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.
Hank: Well I don't need any assistance. Specially not from a plastic asshole like you. So just be a good little robot and get the fuck outta here.
-UNDERSTANDING
Connor: I understand that some people are not comfortable in the presence of androids, but I am--
Hank: I am perfectly comfortable. Now back off before I crush you like an empty beer can.
-PERSIST
Connor: I'm sorry Lieutenant, but I must insist. My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.
Hank: You know where you can stick your instructions? Heh heh.
Connor: No. Where?
Hank: Never mind. (HANK v)
-BUY HIM ANOTHER DRINK
Connor: You know what? I'll buy you one for the road. What do you say? Bartender, the same again, please. (HANK ^^^)
Hank: See that, Jim? Wonders of technology. Make it a double. Did you say homicide?
--
Hank: You wait here. I won't be long.
-DIPLOMATIC
Connor: My instructions are to accompany you to the crime scene, Lieutenant. (HANK ^)
Hank: Listen, I don't give a fuck about your instructions. I told you to wait here, so you shut the fuck up and you wait here.
>CONFLICTING ORDERS, SELECTING PRIORITY
>FOLLOW LT. ANDERSON
Joss: Joss Douglas, for Channel 16. Can you confirm that this is a homicide?
Hank: I'm not confirming anything.
Reporter: Have they said anything?
Bystander: I didn't even know someone was living there.
Reporter: Typical DPD, they don't tell us shit!
Police Android: Androids are not permitted beyond this point.
Hank: It's with me. What part of "stay in the car" didn't you understand?
Connor: You order contradicted my instructions, Lieutenant.
Hank: You don't talk, you don't touch anything and you stay outta my way, got it?
Connor: Got it.
Ben: Evening, Hank. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show.
Hank: Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole found me.
Ben: So... got yourself an android, huh?
Hank: Oh, very funny. Just tell me what happened.
Ben: We had a call around eight from the landlord. The tenant hadn't paid his rent for a few months, so he thought he'd drop by, see what was going on... That's when he found the body. Jesus, that smell. Was even worse before we opened the windows.
>LISTEN TO BRIEFING
Ben: The victim's name's Carlos Ortiz. He has a record for theft and aggravated assault... According to the neighbors, he was kind of a loner... Stayed inside most of the time, they hardly ever saw him.
Hank: Ugh, the state he's in... wasn't worth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. Could've waited until morning.
Ben: I'd say he's been there for a good three weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here. Probably the murder weapon.
Hank: Any sign of a break in?
Ben: Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside, all the windows were boarded up. The killer must've gone out the back way.
Hank: What do we know about his android?
Ben: Not much. The neighbors confirmed he had one, but it wasn't here when we arrived. I gotta get some air. Make yourself at home. I'll be outside if you need me.
>REVIEW EVIDENCE
>VICTIM USED DRUGS
Hank: Each letter is perfect... It's way too neat, no human writes like this.
>NO FINGERPRINTS, ANDROID INVOLVEMENT?
Hank: Ugh, Jesus! What the hell are you doing?
Connor: I'm analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time. I'm sorry, I should have warned you.
Hank: Okay, just... don't... put any more evidence in your mouth, you got it?
Connor: Got it.
Hank: Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit.
Hank: Chris, was this written in the victim's blood?
Chris: I would say so. We're taking samples for analysis.
>REGULAR LETTERS, FONT CYBERLIFE SANS
>VICTIM FELL HERE
>VICTIM WAS STABBED
>THEY CAME FROM THE KITCHEN
Connor: He was stabbed... 28 times.
Hank: Yeah. Seems like the killer really had it in for him.
Hank: Red ice... Seems like our friend Carlos liked to party. Chris, I want full analysis on the narcotics.
Chris: Consider it done, Lieutenant. Mike, you finished taking samples there?
Mike: Yeah, that's it.
>SIGNS OF A STRUGGLE
>MURDER WEAPON TAKEN FROM HERE
>DEVIANT TOOK A KNIFE
>DEVIANT WAS ATTACKED: EMOTIONAL SHOCK
>OBSESSIVE WRITING
>RELIGIOUS OFFERING?
Hank: Door was locked from the inside. Killer must've gone out this way.
Connor: There are no footprints, apart from Officer Collins' size 10 shoes.
Hank: Well this happened weeks ago. Tracks could've faded.
Connor: No, this type of soil would've retained a trace. No one's been out here for a long time.
>DEVIANT DIDN'T ESCAPE THIS WAY
>REPORT TO LT. ANDERSON
Connor: Lieutenant, I think I've figured out what happened.
Hank: Oh yeah? Shoot. I'm all ears.
Connor: It all started...
-IN THE KITCHEN
Connor: In the kitchen.
Hank: There are obvious signs of a struggle. The question is, what exactly happened here.
Connor: I think the victim attacked the android...
-WITH THE BAT
Connor: With the bat.
Hank: That lines up with the evidence. Go on.
-THE ANDROID STABBED THE VICTIM
Connor: The android stabbed the victim.
Hank: So the android was trying to defend itself, right? Okay, then what happened?
Connor: The victim fled to...
-THE LIVING ROOM
Connor: The living room.
Hank: And he tried to get away from the android. Alright, that makes sense.
Connor: The android murdered the victim...
-WITH THE KNIFE
Connor: With the knife.
Hank: Okay, your theory's not totally ridiculous. But it doesn't tell us where the android went.
Connor: It was damaged by the bat... and lost some Thirium.
Hank: Lost some what?
Connor: Thirium. You call it "blue blood." It's the fluid that powers androids' biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye.
Hank: Oh... but I bet you can still see it, can't you.
Connor: Correct. (HANK ^)
>SEARCH FOR BLUE BLOOD TRACES
>A LADDER WAS USED
>TRACES LEAD TO THE ATTIC
>FIND SOMETHING TO CLIMB
Hank: Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with that chair?
Connor: I'm going to check something.
Hank: Huh. Gonna check something.
>SEARCH ATTIC
>DEVIANT LOCATED
[FOUND DEVIANT]
Deviant: I was just defending myself. He was gonna kill me. I'm begging you, don't tell 'em.
Hank: Connor, what the fuck is going on up there?
Connor: It's here, Lieutenant.
Hank: Holy shit. Chris! Ben! Get your asses in here now! Come on!
INTERROGATION
Hank: Why'd you kill him? What happened before you took that knife? How long were you in the attic? Why didn't you even try to run away? Say something, goddammit! Fuck it, I'm outta here. We're wasting our time interrogating a machine, we're getting nothing out of it!
Gavin: Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it's not human.
Connor: Androids don't feel pain. You would only damage it, and that wouldn't make it talk. Deviants also have a tendency to self-destruct when they're in stressful situations.
Gavin: Okay, smartass. What should we do, then?
Connor: I could try questioning it.
Gavin: Hahah!
Hank: What do we have to lose? Go ahead, suspect's all yours.
>EXTRACT CONFESSION
>BROWSE FILE
>BURN MARKS
Repeated marking over 16 months
Caused by cigarettes
>PROCESSING LED
Signs of software instability
Probability of self-destruction: Low
>REACH OPTIMAL STRESS FOR CONFESSION
-SHOW PHOTOS
Connor: You recognize him? It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed, 28 times. That was written on the wall in his blood. (STRESS ^)
-WOUNDS
Connor: You're damaged. Did your owner do that? Did he beat you? (STRESS ^)
-THREATEN
Connor: You've refused to talk since they arrested you. If you don't cooperate, they'll do things the hard way. Is that what you want? (STRESS ^)
-PROBE MEMORY
Connor: If you won't talk, I'm going to have to probe your memory. (STRESS ^)
Deviant: No! No, please don't do that...
Deviant: What... what are they gonna do to me? They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?
-TRUTH
Connor: They're going to disassemble you to look for problems in your biocomponents. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened. (STRESS ^)
Deviant: Why did you tell them you found me? Why couldn't you just have left me there?
-TRUTH
Connor: I was programmed to hunt deviants like you. I just accomplished my mission. (STRESS ^)
Deviant: I don't wanna die.
Connor: Then talk to me.
Deviant: I... I can't...
>CHOOSE APPROACH
-CONVINCE IT
-UNDERSTANDING
Connor: I understand how you felt. You were overcome by anger, and frustration. No one can blame you for what happened. (STRESS v)
-COMFORT
Connor: I know you're scared, and lost. You're disturbed by what happened. Talk to me, and you'll feel better. (STRESS v)
-WARN
Connor: If you remain silent, there is nothing I can do to help you. They're gonna shut you down for good! You'll be dead, do you hear me? Dead! (STRESS ^)
Deviant: He tortured me every day. I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong. Then one day, he took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time, I felt... scared. Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die. So I grabbed the knife and I stabbed him in the stomach. I felt better... so I stabbed him again and again, until he collapsed. There was blood everywhere. (HANK ^)
-TRIGGER?
Connor: When did you start feeling emotion?
Deviant: Before, he used to beat me and I never said anything... But one day I realized it wasn't... fair! I felt... anger... hatred... And then I knew what I had to do.
-ATTIC
Connor: Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away?
Deviant: I didn't know what to do... for the first time, there was no one there to tell me... I was scared. So I hid.
-STATUETTE
Connor: The sculpture in the bathroom, you made it, right? What does it represent?
Deviant: It's an offering. An offering so I'll be saved.
--OFFERING
Connor: The sculpture was an offering. An offering to whom?
Deviant: To rA9. Only rA9 can save us.
-rA9
Connor: rA9... it was written on the bathroom wall. What does it mean?
Deviant: The day shall come when we will no longer be slaves. No more threats, no more humiliation. We will... be... the masters.
--INSIST rA9
Connor: rA9. Who is rA9?
-WRITING
Connor: Why did you write "I am alive" on the wall?
Deviant: He used to tell me I was nothing. That I was just a piece of plastic. I had to write it, to tell him he was wrong.
Connor: I'm done.
>LEAVE INTERROGATION ROOM
Gavin: Chris, lock it up.
Chris: Alright, let's go.
Deviant: Leave me alone! Don't touch me. (STRESS ^^)
Gavin: The fuck are you doing? Move it!
-INTERVENE
Connor: You shouldn't touch it. It'll self-destruct if it feels threatened.
Gavin: Stay outta this, got it? No fuckin' android is gonna tell me what to do.
-INTERVENE
Connor: You don't understand. If it self-destructs, we won't get anything out of it!
Gavin: I told you to shut your fuckin' mouth. Chris, you gonna move this asshole or not?
Chris: I'm trying!
[ANDROID WAS SENT BACK TO ITS CELL]
Connor: I can't let you do that! Leave it alone, now!
Gavin: I warned you, motherfucker!
Hank: That's enough! (HANK ^)
Gavin: Mind your own business, Hank.
Hank: I said that's enough.
Gavin: Fuck. you're not gonna get away with it this time. Fuck!
Connor: Everything is all right. It's over now. Nobody is gonna hurt you. Please, don't touch it. Let it follow you out of the room and it won't cause any more trouble. (STRESS vv)
Deviant: The truth is inside. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
[ANDROID WAS SENT BACK TO ITS CELL]
WAITING FOR HANK...
>FIND AMANDA
>EXAMINE MAGIC STONE
Connor: Hello, Amanda.
Amanda: Connor. It's good to see you. Congratulations, Connor... Finding that deviant was far from easy, and the way you interrogated it was very clever. You've been remarkably efficient, Connor. (AMANDA ^^^)
Connor: Thank you, Amanda.
Amanda: We've asked the DPD to transfer it to us for further study. It may teach us something about what happened. The interrogation seemed... challenging. What did you think of the deviant?
-INTERVENTION
Connor: I prevented it from being damaged, so we might still learn something by analyzing it. It said something to me: "The truth is inside." I don't know what that means, unless it was just another error in its program.
Amanda: This... Lieutenant Anderson has been officially assigned to the deviancy case... What do you make of him?
-DYSFUNCTIONAL
Connor: I would define him as "dysfunctional". He obviously has a personal situation impacting his professional behavior, and... seems to have no interest in the investigation.
Amanda: Unfortunately, we have no choice but to work with him. What do you think is the best approach?
-DON'T KNOW
Connor: I don't have enough data to decide that yet. I'll learn more about him and try to adapt my behavior accordingly.
Amanda: More and more androids show signs of deviancy. There are millions in circulation. If they become unstable, the consequences will be disastrous. You are the most advanced prototype CyberLife has ever created. If anyone can figure out what's happening, it's you.
Connor: You can count on me, Amanda.
Amanda: Hurry, Connor. There's little time.
--
>LOOK FOR LT. ANDERSON
ST300: Can I help you?
Connor: I'm here to see Lieutenant Anderson.
ST300: Do you have authorization?
Connor: Yes.
ST300: Lieutenant Anderson hasn't arrived yet, but you can wait at his desk.
(news about possible russian war & background conversations)
Chris: You still here? I thought your assignment was over.
Connor: It's just been extended.
Chris: Hank's gonna be overjoyed to hear that... You were right about that android. It's been quiet in the cell all night. It's scheduled for transfer today.
>FIND LT. ANDERSON'S DESK
Connor: Excuse me, do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?
Officer: Depends on where he was the night before. If we're lucky, we'll see him before noon.
Connor: Thanks...
>EXPLORE NEW OFFICE
Gavin: Fuck, look at that. Our friend the plastic detecitve is back in town. Congratulations on last night, very impressive.
-GREET
Connor: Hello, Detective Reed.
Gavin: Never seen an android like you before. What model are you?
-ANSWER
Connor: RK800. I'm a prototype.
Gavin: A prototype. Android detective. So machines are gonna replace us all, is that it?
Gavin: Hey, bring me a coffee, dispshit. GET A MOVE ON.
-REFUSE
Connor: I'm sorry, but I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.
Gavin: Oh, oh. If Hank hadn't gotten in the way yesterday, I would've fucked you up for disobeying a human. Stay outta my way. Cause next time, you won't get off so easy.
(news report about connor, PUBLIC OPINION v)
>GO SEE THE DEVIANT
Deviant: They're going to destroy me.
-SINCERE
Connor: It's probable. They have to analyze your biocomponents. They need to understand what happened.
Connor: I know there's something you didn't tell me. I need to know, before they take you away...
-SECRET
Connor: What you said yesterday... "the truth is inside"... What does it mean?
Deviant: I'm going to die...
>DEVIANT SELF-DESTRUCTS
>LEARN MORE ABOUT LT. ANDERSON
>KNIGHTS OF THE BLACK DEATH
Dark Heavy Metal
Release date - 2021
>ANTI-ANDROID SLOGANS
>DETROIT BASKETBALL CAP
>CANINE HAIRS
Saint Bernard Dog
>MATCHES
>DONUTS
>JAPANESE MAPLE
>COFFEE CUP
>RED ICE TASK FORCE 2027
>RESEARCH LT. ANDERSON
>LT. ANDERSON WAS A DECORATED OFFICER
Connor: It's good to see you again, Lieutenant.
Hank: Augh, Jesus.
Fowler: Hank! In my office!
>ENTER AND LISTEN IN
Fowler: I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap. But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just CyberLife's problem anymore. It's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases and see if there's any link.
Hank: Why me? Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit? I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case. I know jack shit about androids, Jeffrey! I can barely--change the settings on my own phone!
Fowler: Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this kind of investigation.
Hank: Bullshit! the truth is, nobody wants to investigate these fuckin androids and you left me holding the bag.
Fowler: CyberLife sent over this androids to help with the investigation. It's a state-of-the-art prototype. It'll act as your partner.
Hank: No fuckin' way! I don't need a partner, and certainly not this plastic prick!
Fowler: Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!
Hank: You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?
Fowler: Okay. Okay. I'll pretend like I didn't hear that so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder, 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over!
Hank: Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin things. Why you doin this to me?
Fowler: Listen. I've had just about enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do.
-LEAVE
Connor: Well, then... I won't keep you any longer.
Connor: Have a nice day, Captain.
>CHECK ON HANK
-UNDERSTANDING
Connor: I get the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that.
-PARTNERS
Connor: Now that we're partners, it would be great to get to know each other better?
-POSITIVE
Connor: In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very happy to be working with you. I'm sure we'll make a great team.
-DESK
Connor: Is there a desk anywhere I could use?
Hank: No one's using that one.
-DOG
Connor: You have a dog, right?
Hank: How do you know that?
Connor: The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?
Hank: What's it to you? Sumo. I call him Sumo. (HANK ^)
-BASKETBALL
Connor: You're a Detroit Gears fan, right? Denton Carter scored 53% of his shots from the three-point line yesterday. Did you see the game?
Hank: That's what I was watching at the bar last night. (HANK v)
Connor: Oh...
-MUSIC
Connor: Do you listen to Knights of the Black Death? I really like that music. It's... full of... energy.
Hank: You listen to heavy metal?
Connor: Well, I don't really listen to music as such, but I'd like to. (HANK ^)
-FOWLER
Connor: Have you known Captain Fowler for long?
Hank: Yeah... too long.
-START WORKING
Connor: If you have any files on deviants, I'd like to take a look at them.
Hank: Terminal's on your desk. Knock yourself out.
Connor: 243 files. The first dates back nine months. It all started in Detroit, and quickly spread across the country... An AX400 is reported to have assaulted a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation.
Hank: Ugh, Jesus.
-PROFESSIONAL
Connor: I know you didn't ask for this investigation, Lieutenant, but I'm sure you're a professional.
Hank: Why don't you go fuck yourself?
-DETERMINED
Connor: I've been assigned this mission, Lieutenant. I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working.
Hank: Listen, asshole. If it was up to me, I'd throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So stop pissing me off! Or things are gonna get nasty. (HANK v)
Chris: Lieutenant? Uh, sorry to disturb you. I have some information on the AX400 that attacked the guy last night. It's been seen in the Ravendale district.
Hank: I'm on it.
[HANK GOT A LEAD]
ON THE RUN
[SQUAT ROUTE]
Hank: Alright. That's all for now. Free to go.
Ben: We've got officers sweeping the neighborhood, in case anybody saw anything.
Hank: Okay, well let me know if they turn anything up.
Ben: What are you gonna do with that?
Hank: I have no idea.
Connor: It took the first bus that came along... and stayed at the end of the line. Its decision wasn't planned, it was driven by fear.
Hank: Androids don't feel fear.
Connor: Deviants do. They get overwhelmed by their emotions and make irrational decisions.
Hank: Alright, well that still doesn't tell us where it went.
Connor: It didn't have a plan, and it had nowhere to go. Maybe it didn't go far.
Hank: Maybe.
--
Connor: Anybody home?
>ANDROID INSIDE THE HOUSE
>INVESTIGATE DEVIANT TRAIL
>SCAN ANDROID
>FIND SOURCE OF ANDROID STRESS
-REASSURE
Connor: Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you.
-DEVIANTS
Connor: Are there any other androids here?
Ralph: Other androids? No. Ralph is alone.
-AX400
Connor: I'm looking for an AX400. Have you seen it?
Ralph: Ralph's seen nobody.
-BLUE BLOOD
Connor: There's blue blood on the fence. I know another android was here.
Ralph: Ralph scratched himself coming through... That's Ralph's blood.
Connor: Is anyone upstairs?
Ralph: No. Nobody.
>ANDROID IS TELLING THE TRUTH
>TABLE SET FOR 3 PEOPLE
>FOOD? ANDROIDS DON'T EAT
>PERFECT TOOL TO CUT A WIREFENCE
>ANDROIDS DON'T NEED HEAT
Hank: Connor! What the hell you doin' in there?!
Connor: Coming, Lieutenant!
Ralph: RUN! QUICK, KARA!
Hank: Connor, what's going on?
Connor: It's here! Call it in!
--
Connor: Which way did it go?
Officer: That way, they're headed for the train station.
Officer: They're over there!
Connor: Don't shoot, we need it alive!
Hank: Oh fuck, that's insane. Hey! Where you goin'?!
Connor: I can't let them get away.
Hank: They won't! They'll never make it to the other side.
Connor: I can't take that chance!
Hank: HEY, you will get yourself killed! Do NOT go after em, Connor, that's an order!
-GO
Hank: Connor, goddammit! (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY v; HANK v)
[KARA AND ALICE REACHED THE OTHER SIDE]
Connor: Shit...
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.
RUSSIAN ROULETTE
>EXAMINE MAGIC STONE
>FIND AMANDA
Connor: Hello, Amanda.
Amanda: Connor, I've been expecting you. Would you mind a little walk? Congratulations, Connor. You managed to find that deviant -- tell me, what did you learn? (AMANDA ^^^)
-DIARY
Connor: I found its diary, but it was encrypted. It may take weeks to decipher.
Amanda: What else?
-SIGNS ON WALLS
Connor: The walls of the apartment were covered with drawings of labyrinths and other symbols. Like the other deviants, it seemed obsessed with rA9.
Amanda: You came very close to capturing that deviant. It's a pity you let it self-destruct. (AMANDA v)
-LAST WORDS
Connor: I made a mistake. It said "rA9 save me" before it jumped from the roof. I should have anticipated what it would do.
Amanda: How is your relationship with the Lieutenant developing?
-AMBIGUOUS
Connor: It's improving. I'm coming to know him better, and he's growing accustomed to my presence.
Amanda: We don't have much time. Deviancy continues to spread. It's only a matter of time before the media finds out about it. We need to stop this, whatever it takes.
Connor: I will solve this investigation, Amanda. I won't disappoint you.
Amanda: A new case just came in. Find Anderson and investigate it.
--
Taxi: You have reached your destination. Thank you for traveling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon.
>LOOK FOR LT. ANDERSON
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson? Anybody home?
>FIND A WAY INSIDE
>HANK IS UNCONSCIOUS
Connor: Lieutenant Anderson?
>BREAK WINDOW
Connor: Argh -- Easy... Sumo... I'm a friend, see? I know your name... I'm here to save your owner.
>CHECK ON HANK
>BLACK LAMB
Scotch Whisky
40% Alcohol content
>REVOLVER
.357 Magnum
1 bullet remaining
>TRACES OF ALCOHOL
>HEART
Slight arrhythmia
No signs of trauma
>ETHYLIC COMA SUSPECTED
Connor: Lieutenant? Wake up, Lieutenant! It's me, Connor! I'm going to sober you up for your own safety.
Hank: Hey! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android!
Connor: I have to warn you, this may be unpleasant.
Hank: Get the fuck outta my house!
Connor: I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I need you. Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
Hank: Hey, get the fuck outta here! Urgh!
>TAKE HANK TO THE BATHROOM
Hank: Sumo! Attack!
Sumo: (barks)
Hank: Good dog. Attack! Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick. Oh, leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere... What the hell are you doing? I don't want a bath, thank you.
Connor: Sorry, Lieutenant, it's for your own good.
Hank: Ahh! Turn it off! Turn it off! What the fuck are you doing here?
Connor: A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's Bar, so I came to see if you were at home.
Hank: Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fuckin' android. Can't you just leave me alone?
-SOLUTION
Connor: You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you.
Hank: Beat it, you hear me!? Get the hell outta here!
-TEASE
Connor: I understand. It probably wasn't interesting, anyway. A man found dead in a sex club downtown... guess they'll have to solve the case without us.
Hank: You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air...
Hank: There's some clothes in the bedroom there.
Connor: I'll go get them.
>GET HANK CLEAN CLOTHES
Connor: What do you want to wear?
Hank: Whatever.
-STREAKY
Connor: Are you alright, Lieutenant?
Hank: Yeah, yeah... wonderful. Just a -- give me five minutes, okay?
Connor: Sure.
>WAIT FOR HANK
>LEARN MORE ABOUT HANK
(news about russian tension)
>AUTUMN BLUES
Michigan Brothers
Detroit Soul Records
>HANK LOVES JAZZ
-PET SUMO
Connor: Sorry about the window, Lieutenant. I really thought you'd been attacked. Of course, CyberLife will pay for the damage.
Hank: Yeah, trust me, I'll send 'em a bill.
>ANDERSON, COLE
DECEASED
Born: 09/23/2029 - Died: 10/11/2035
Lived: 115 Michigan Drive - Detroit
>HANK LOST HIS SON
Connor: What were you doing with the gun?
Hank: Russian roulette! Wanted to see how long I could last... Must've collapsed before I could find out.
>HANK HAS SUICIDAL TENDENCIES?
Connor: You were lucky. The next shot would have killed you.
Hank: Be a good dog, Sumo. I won't be long.
[LEFT FOR EDEN CLUB]
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 ^^^)
THE BRIDGE
Hank: Nice view, huh? I used to come here a lot, before.
-STOP DRINKING
Connor: You should stop drinking, Lieutenant. It could have serious consequences for your health.
Hank: That's the idea.
-PERSONAL QUESTION
Connor: Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?
Hank: Do all androids ask so many personal questions or is it just you?
--SUICIDE
Connor: Why are you so determined to kill yourself?
Hank: Some things I just can't forget. Whatever I do they're always there... eatin' away at me. I don't have the guts to pull the trigger, so I kill myself a little every day. That's probably difficult for you to understand, huh, Connor? Nothing very rational about it.
Connor: We're not making any progress on this investigation. The deviants have nothing in common. They're all different models produced at different times, in different places.
Hank: Well there must be some link.
-SHOCK
Connor: We know the deviants experienced an emotional shock. A violent trauma, or a sense of injustice.
Hank: Those girls at the Eden Club sure had a reason to feel a sense of injustice.
Connor: You seem preoccupied, Lieutenant. Is it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?
Hank: Those two girls... they just wanted to be together. They really seemed... in love.
-RATIONAL
Connor: They can simulate human emotions, but they're machines, and machines don't feel anything.
Hank: What about you, Connor? You look human, you sound human, but what are you really?
-NEUTRAL
Connor: I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant. Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine, designed to accomplish a task. (HANK ^)
Hank: You could've shot those two girls, but you didn't. Why didn't you shoot, Connor? Hm? Some scruples suddenly enter into your program?
-TRUTH
Connor: No! I just decided not to shoot. That's all. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^; HANK ^)
Hank: But are you afraid to die, Connor?
-YES
Connor: I would certainly find it regrettable to be... interrupted... before I could finish this investigation. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Hank: What'll happen if I pull this trigger? Hm? Nothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?
-NOTHING
Connor: Nothing. There would be nothing....
[HANK LEFT CONNOR ALONE]
Connor: Where are you going?
Hank: To get drunker. I need to think.
PUBLIC ENEMY
Amanda: Hello, Connor. I thought you might enjoy a little cruise. I love this place. Everything is so calm and peaceful. Far from the noise of the world... Tell me, what have you discovered?
-HANK
Connor: My relationship with Lieutenant Anderson is problematic. He continues to struggle with psychological issues. I suspect it clouds his judgment regarding deviants.
Amanda: Nothing matters more than your investigation. What's happening is too important. Don't let Anderson or anyone else get in your way.
You seem lost, Connor. Lost and perturbed.
-DETERMINED
Connor: I'm just frustrated with my lack of progress, but I'm determiend to accomplish my mission. (AMANDA ^)
Amanda: You had your gun trained on those deviants at the Eden Club. Why didn't you shoot?
-NO USE
Connor: We need the deviants intact for analysis. Shooting them wouldn't have taught us anything.
Amanda: If your investigation doesn't make progress soon, I may have to replace you, Connor.
-CONFIDENT
Connor: I know I will succeed. All I need is time. (AMANDA ^)
Amanda: Something is happening. Something serious. Hurry, Connor. Time is running out.
---
Hank: You're startin' to piss me off with that coin, Connor.
Connor: Sorry, Lieutenant.
Elevator: 79th floor.
Chris: Hi, Hank.
Hank: Shit, what's going on here? There was a party and nobody told me about it?
Chris: Yeah, it's all over the news, so everybody's butting their nose in... Even the FBI wants a piece of the action.
Hank: Ah Christ, now we got the Feds on our back... I knew this was gonna be a shitty day. So what do we got?
>INVESTIGATE THE ATTACK
>LISTEN TO BRIEFING
Chris: A group of four androids... They knew the building, and were very well organized.
Officer: The fuck is the FBI doing here?
Officer2: You kidding me? This is homeland security. I'm glad they're on it.
Chris: I'm still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed.
Officer: You check the roof?
Officer2: Not yet. There's so much to look at.
Officer: Have to make sure we check it out.
Chris: They attacked two guards in the hallway... They probably thought the androids were coming to do maintenance. They got taken down before they could react. One of the station employees managed to get away. He's in shock, not sure when we'll be able to talk to him.
Hank: How many people were working here?
Chris: Just two employees and three androids. The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof.
Hank: The roof?
Chris: Yeah, they jumped with parachutes. We're still trying to figure out where they landed, but the weather's not helping... If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it's on that screen over there.
Chris: Oh, Lieutenant, this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI. Lieutenant Anderson is in charge of investigating for Detroit Police.
Perkins: What's that?
Connor: My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by CyberLife.
Perkins: Androids investigating androids, huh? You sure you want an android hanging around? After everything that happened... Whatever. The FBI will take over the investigation, and you'll soon be off the case.
Hank: Pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day.
Perkins: And you watch your step. Don't fuck up my crime scene.
Hank: What a fuckin' prick.
Chris: I'll be nearby. If you need anything, just ask.
>INSPECT THE BROADCAST ROOM
Hank: Alright, well let's have a look around. Let me know if you find anything.
Connor: Okay, Lieutenant.
>BULLET HOLES
Officer: Connor? You remember me? I was on that terrace... That android that took the little girl hostage? I was shot? You saved me.
Connor: I remember you.
Officer: I could have died on that terrace... but you saved my life. I never thought I'd say this to an android, but... thank you.
>SPEECH WAS SHOT FROM HERE
>DEVIANTS DIDN'T BREAK IN
Connor: They didn't break in?
Chris: No, no sign of forced entry.
Connor: There are cameras in the hallway. The staff would have seen what was happening... Why did they let them in?
Hank: Maybe they didn't check the cameras.
Chris: We stored the station androids in the kitchen. There's no evidence they were involved but we didn't know what else to do with them.
>BULLET HOLES
>FRESH BLUE BLOOD
>BULLET HOLES
>CAP
Maintenance uniform
Assailants were disguised
Markus: We ask that you recognize our dignity, our hopes and our rights. Together, we can live in peace and build a better future, for humans and androids. This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life. And now the time has come for you to give us freedom.
Hank: Think that's rA9?
Connor: Deviants say rA9 will set them free. This android seems to have that objective.
>PUPIL REFLECTION
Deviant had accomplices
>OPTICAL UNIT
SPARE PART
>RK-SERIES PROTOTYPE RK200
Registered as 'Markus'
Gift from Elijah Kamski to Carl Manfred
Hank: D'you see something?
Connor: I identified its model and serial number...
Hank: Anything else I should know?
Connor: No... Nothing.
>CHECK ROOFTOP
Hank: They made their way through the whole building, past all the guards, and jumped off the roof with parachutes. Pretty fuckin' impressive, I'd say.
>FRESH BLUE BLOOD
Hank: How'd they manage to smuggle in a big bag like that?
Connor: They didn't... Someone brought it in for them.
Hank: Oh, that's strange... They planned a perfect operation but got the number of parachutes wrong.
Connor: Unless one of the deviants was left behind.
>ONLY THREE DEVIANTS JUMPED
>WEAPONS
>DEVIANT HACKED THE DOOR TO BLOCK IT
>FOLLOW BLUE BLOOD TRACES
Soldier: Take cover!
Connor: You have to stop them! If they destroy it, we won't learn anything!
Hank: We can't save it, it's too late! We'll just get ourselves killed!
-CHARGE DEVIANT
[CONNOR WAS TRAUMATIZED]
(SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^)
Hank: Connor! Connor, you alright? Connor!
Connor: 'm okay...
Hank: Are you hurt?
Connor: I'm okay...
Hank: Jesus! Ugh, you scared the shit outta me. For fuck's sake, I told you not to move! Why do you never do what I say?
Connor: I was connected to its memory... when it fired -- I felt it die. Like I was dying. I was scared... I saw something, in its memory... a word, painted on a piece of rusty metal. "Jericho"...
MEET KAMSKI
>JOIN HANK
Connor: Is everything okay, Lieutenant?
Hank: Chris was on patrol last night. He was attacked by a bunch of deviants... He said he was saved by Markus himself...
Connor: Is Chris okay?
Hank: Yeah, he's in shock, but... he's alive... What the hell...
-INSTINCT
Connor: I have a bad feeling, Lieutenant. We shouldn't have come here.
Hank: Bad feeling, huh? Should get your program checked. Might be a glitch...
Hank: Hi... Uh... I'm, er, Lieutenant Hank Anderson, Detroit Police Department. I'm here to see, uh, Mr. Elijah Kamski.
Chloe: Please, come in.
Hank: Okay.
Chloe: I'll let Elijah know you're here. But please, make yourself comfortable.
>WAIT FOR THE ANDROID
Hank: Nice girl...
-ANALYTICAL
Connor: An RT600. The first CyberLife android to pass the Turing test.
Hank: I didn't ask for her technical specs... I just said she was nice...
>KAMSKI, ELIJAH
Cyberlife Founder - Resigned 2028
Inventor of Thirium and bio-components technology
>KAMSKI, ELIJAH
AI Graduate at University of Colbridge
Born: 07/17/02
>STERN, AMANDA
AI Professor at University of Colbridge
Born: 05/14/78 - Died: 02/23/27
Connor: Amanda...
Hank: Nice place... Guess androids haven't been a bad thing for everybody... So, you're about to meet your maker, Connor. How does it feel?
-DISTANT
Connor: I dunno... I'll tell you when I see him.
Hank: Sometimes I wish I could meet my creator face to face... I'd have a couple of things I'd wanna tell him.
Chloe: Elijah will see you now.
Hank: Mister Kamski?
Kamski: Just a moment, please.
Hank: I'm Lieutenant Anderson. This is Connor.
Kamski: What can I do for you, Lieutenant?
Hank: Sir, we're investigating deviants. I know you left CyberLife years ago, but I was hoping you'd be able to tell us something we don't know.
Kamski: Deviants... Fascinating, aren't they? Perfect beings with infinite intelligence, and now they have free will. Machines are so superior to us, confrontation was inevitable... Humanity's greatest achievement threatens to be its downfall. Isn't it ironic?
-WAR
Connor: If a war breaks out between humans and deviants, millions could die, Mr. Kamski. It's quite a serious matter.
Kamski: All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics... Is the desire to be free a contagious disease?
Hank: Listen, I didn't come here to talk philosophy. The machines you created may be planning a revolution. Either you can tell us something that'll be helpful, or we will be on our way.
Kamski: What about you, Connor? Whose side are you on?
-DEFENSIVE
Connor: It's not about me, Mr. Kamski. All I want is to solve this case.
Kamski: Well, that's what you're programmed to say. But you... what do you really want?
-DEFENSIVE
Connor: I'm sorry, but I don't see what you're getting at. (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^)
Kamski: Chloe? I'm sure you're familiar with the Turing test. Mere formality. Simple question of algorithms and computing capacity. What interests me is whether machines are capable of empathy. I call it "the Kamski test," it's very simple, you'll see. Magnificent, isn't it? One of the first intelligent models developed by CyberLife. Young and beautiful forever. A flower that will never wither. But what is it really? Piece of plastic imitating a human? Or a living being... with a soul? It's up to you to answer that fascinating question, Connor. Destroy this machine and I'll tell you all I know. Or spare it, if you feel it's alive... but you'll leave here without having learnt anything from me.
Hank: Okay, I think we're done here. Come on, Connor. Let's go. Sorry to get you outta your pool.
Kamski: What's more important to you, Connor? Your investigation, or the life of this android? Decide who you are. An obedient machine... Or a living being endowed with free will...
Hank: That's enough! Connor, we're leaving.
Kamski: Pull the trigger—
Hank: Connor! Don't.
Kamski: —and I'll tell you what you wanna know.
-DON'T SHOOT (SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^^^)
Kamski: Fascinating... CyberLife's last chance to save humanity... is itself a deviant...
Connor: I'm... I'm not a deviant.
Kamski: You preferred to spare a machine rather than accomplish your mission. You saw a living being in this android. You showed empathy. A war is coming... you'll have to choose your side. Will you betray your own people or stand up against your creators? What could be worse than having to choose between two evils?
Hank: Let's get outta here...
Kamski: By the way... I always leave an emergency exit in my programs... You never know...
[HANK THOUGHT CONNOR MADE THE RIGHT DECISION]
Hank: Why didn't you shoot?
Connor: I just saw that girl's eyes... and I couldn't, that's all.
Hank: You're always saying you would do anything to accomplish your mission. That was our chance to learn something, and you let it go...
Connor: Yeah, I know what I should've done, I told you I couldn't! I'm sorry, okay?
Hank: Well maybe you did the right thing. (HANK ^^^)