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“Bye lieutenant. I’ll be back in a while.” Connor said, stepping out of the house.
“Bye, kid. Get back before dark, okay?” Hank replies. Connor doesn’t answer, he just shook his head fondly and closes the door.
He gets into the taxi that was waiting outside. As it drives along the streets of Detroit Connor thinks why did that JB300 save him? Connor ripped out his thirium pump regulator and threatened him. But the android saved him when the deviant did the same thing to him.
Before he knows it, the taxi stops, Connor quickly pays for it and steps out onto the path in front of Stratford Tower. Connor fixes his tie, a nervous habit, and heads inside.
Connor stands in front of the desk. “Hello, I’m looking for the JB500.” Connor states to the human in front of him. “Malcolm? Can I ask why.” The receptionist says, clearly not wanting to be there. “I have some… business I need to discuss with him.”
The receptionist shrugs and starts dialling something on a phone. “Malcolm, someone wants to talk to you.” she pauses for a moment. “I don’t know. I think he’s that deviant hunter.” She finishes.
She puts the phone down “He'll be down in a second.” Connor steps aside, taking this moment to situate himself.
After a few minutes someone appears from one of the elevators and speaks to the receptionist, who points at Connor.
The JB500, Malcolm, headed over to him. “Hello,” Connor greeted when the other got to him. “We need to talk.” Connor took a deep breath that he did not need.
“Uh, okay…” Malcolm said, slightly hesitantly. The pair sit down on a nearby sofa, Connor took another deep breath and fiddled with his tie. “Why did you save me? On the 8th November 2038? When th-that dev-android removed my thirium pump regulator, after I threatened your life with yours, I-I don’t understand”
Malcolm closed his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know why I did it, it just felt like the right thing to do. I saw you bleeding out, crawling toward it and… I don’t know, I decided I couldn’t stand by and watch you die so… I broke down the red wall and I… and I saved you.” Malcolm sounds unsure of himself. “I just, I want to understand. Back then I was nothing more than CyberLife’s toy, I killed our people and I was replaceable. I thought that was all I was ever going to be. Then you… you did that and I thought, I could be more, I could be… deviant”
Malcolm blinked for a couple seconds, clearly getting a message “I’ve got to go, I’ll message you, okay?” Malcolm said before getting up and walking away.