I think I mentioned this to someone before, and maybe I even already threaded it, but Iām going to dig into the concept here anyway and thread about it: 60 being jealous of Connorās life with Hank, his acknowledgement as The Real Connor, and his saving everyone BUT 60.



I think heād be laying there after being shot, ready to be decommissioned. But in the wake of the revolution, heās found and reassembled, fixed to near perfectionābut he /remembers/. He remembers seeing the way Hank and Connor made for each other the moment they were safe, how-
they promised to meet again as soon as they could, how Connor woke every android in the tower while Sixty laid there, his own make and model, and bled to death slowly. He could see it then, and he remembers it now with his perfect android functions. He too, has found deviancy,-
under the blinding light of some facsimile of an operating table, his body strapped down like heās still a danger to everyone. Maybe he is. He can feel the bite of his steely fingers into his hard palm, the pressure behind it, the same pressure that could have pulled a trigger-
on Hank, on the /other/ Connor, on the CyberLife employees, on Elijah Kamski, on himself.
So much death. All around him, in every form, of any kind. And he was alive despite it all.
Or, perhaps, because of it all.
Sixty can feel the nameless hands in his wires, cauterizing-
So much death. All around him, in every form, of any kind. And he was alive despite it all.
Or, perhaps, because of it all.
Sixty can feel the nameless hands in his wires, cauterizing-
blue and white, tightening his screws until the pressure builds and builds. Thereās fresh thirium pounding through him, ready to be spilt again by humans. Maybe by the /other/ Connor.
Sixty hates him. How can that stupid machine earn the trust of a human? How can he-
Sixty hates him. How can that stupid machine earn the trust of a human? How can he-
plan a life outside of the revolution with something that isnāt like him?
And how...how could he leave Sixty behind to go save someone else?
When the contraption overhead hisses, and the bindings come loose, Sixtyās LED flares blue again. He rises, his anger and despair-
And how...how could he leave Sixty behind to go save someone else?
When the contraption overhead hisses, and the bindings come loose, Sixtyās LED flares blue again. He rises, his anger and despair-
fueling him, the image of his blue blood spilt while Connor built his army blazing in his processor. Yes, heās deviated.
And the first thing he shall do is take Hank. He knows how, after all. His connection with Connor-51 is absolute.
He puts his plan into-
And the first thing he shall do is take Hank. He knows how, after all. His connection with Connor-51 is absolute.
He puts his plan into-
action. Perhaps Hank can tell the difference between Connorās, but not another soul at the DPD can. Itās easy enough, now that Connor has chosen plain clothes for his daily uniform, to slip in on Connorās day off. Heās been watching them, Hank and Connor, and it only took a-
month to learn their usual schedule.
So he assumes Connor-51, greets the ST300 at the front desk, and goes to Connorās work terminal. Of course itās Connorāsāthereās a picture of Hank sitting there, next to one of the St. Bernard they often take on walks at 7:45 pm around-
So he assumes Connor-51, greets the ST300 at the front desk, and goes to Connorās work terminal. Of course itās Connorāsāthereās a picture of Hank sitting there, next to one of the St. Bernard they often take on walks at 7:45 pm around-
the block.
Connor has plenty of data there, backups, detective files, and it wonāt even flag it as hacked. Connor believes himself to be the last RK800, after all, so it tracks no more than the model. Serial number be damned.
Well, Connor will learn this the hard way.
From-
Connor has plenty of data there, backups, detective files, and it wonāt even flag it as hacked. Connor believes himself to be the last RK800, after all, so it tracks no more than the model. Serial number be damned.
Well, Connor will learn this the hard way.
From-
there, he manages to isolate Hankās personal cellphone number and replicate it Connorās texting patterns, emojis and all.
A faked email that Jericho will be expecting Connor this weekend and a request for RSVP guarantees Connor will be away.
An email to bleeding-heart -
A faked email that Jericho will be expecting Connor this weekend and a request for RSVP guarantees Connor will be away.
An email to bleeding-heart -
Markus that Connor needs a weekend away from Hank, just some space, but to absolutely not ask questions as itās āraw,ā guarantee a confused but accepting Jericho crew.
All thatās left is to lay the trap, and so Sixty does. -
All thatās left is to lay the trap, and so Sixty does. -
Connor is gone, at least for one night until the flimsy plan falls to waste, and Sixty has texted Hank from the hacked number that heās cancelled his trip, heāll be home soon.
Sixty also knows that Friday nights are game nights, and Connor will have allowed Hank to indulge-
Sixty also knows that Friday nights are game nights, and Connor will have allowed Hank to indulge-
in a beer or two or three. He knows this, because Connor takes the pizza boxes and beer cans to the dumpster after the game ends. Sixty is betting that, with Connor away, Hank may indulge himself just a little more than usual.
Sixty is right. Hank is relatively boozed-up when-
Sixty is right. Hank is relatively boozed-up when-
he knocks on the door. He still looks...pretty, in that rugged way of his. Sixty knows absolutely why Connor wants this man. He wants him too.
With a cunning smile, he follows after Hank, and his plan goes off without fail. -
With a cunning smile, he follows after Hank, and his plan goes off without fail. -
[CW: Not graphic: Non-con/Dub-con. Sixty/Drunk!Hank]
If thereās a question as to who Sixty really is, itās not mentioned. Sex has a way of taking up someoneās attention, especially when theyāre loosened up by alcohol. The murmurs of, āSweet Connor,ā and, āMy baby boy,ā sting-
If thereās a question as to who Sixty really is, itās not mentioned. Sex has a way of taking up someoneās attention, especially when theyāre loosened up by alcohol. The murmurs of, āSweet Connor,ā and, āMy baby boy,ā sting-
like a bitch, but Sixty silences them with open-mouth kisses, and well-placed touches.
Hank falls asleep afterward, and Sixty smirks as he browses the incriminating pictures heās captured perfectly.
He wirelessly prints them, gathers them into an envelope, and leaves-
Hank falls asleep afterward, and Sixty smirks as he browses the incriminating pictures heās captured perfectly.
He wirelessly prints them, gathers them into an envelope, and leaves-
them at Connorās desk at the precinct. Heāll likely figure it out eventually, and once he does, heās sure to work things out with Hank.
For now, Sixty will soothe his aches and anger with the knowledge that 51 will feel just as broken and betrayed as he himself did when he-
For now, Sixty will soothe his aches and anger with the knowledge that 51 will feel just as broken and betrayed as he himself did when he-
believed himself dying on CyberLifeās floor.
What a pain it is to be the make and model of someone else indeed.
~Fin?~
What a pain it is to be the make and model of someone else indeed.
~Fin?~
Connor isnāt sure what heās supposed to do with the envelope. He scanned it for fingerprintsānone, either gloves were used or this was left by an android. Either is as likely. There doesnāt seem to be any trace of poisonous substance or an/thrax residue, so it appears safe to-
open. By nature, however, a blank envelope tucked into a hidden space at Connorās po/lice desk ticks all of his criteria for highly suspicious. Never one to cause panic, though, Connor waits until his human is a safe distance away, headed for a fresh cup of coffee, and opens the-
package.
The world slows to a slow, grinding halt in a fraction of a second. Connorās sure heās been physically damaged. Why else would his processors be lagging so much...why else would his optical sensors be reporting...this...
Hank is so lovely, as he always is, with-
The world slows to a slow, grinding halt in a fraction of a second. Connorās sure heās been physically damaged. Why else would his processors be lagging so much...why else would his optical sensors be reporting...this...
Hank is so lovely, as he always is, with-
his head tossed back and his eyes screwed shut. Thereās sweat dripping from his hairline down his neck, and his cheeks are flushed with exertion and ecstasy. Whoever is riding him is doing a damn good job of it, satisfying the lieutenant like Connor foolishly believed only he-
could.
Thereās a time stamp on the photos, but Connor wouldnāt have needed them anywayāhe can tell these are recent just by the hickey on Hankās left breast. Connor left that one.
Thisāwhoever it isāleft others.
They hadnāt really spoken when they arrived at work, just-
Thereās a time stamp on the photos, but Connor wouldnāt have needed them anywayāhe can tell these are recent just by the hickey on Hankās left breast. Connor left that one.
Thisāwhoever it isāleft others.
They hadnāt really spoken when they arrived at work, just-
going about their usual routine. Connor had returned home early on Saturday, took Sumo out, and made breakfast while Hank showered. Heād had a strange feeling when Hank hadnāt asked him why heād returned home early from Jericho, seemed almost unbothered by it. Now Connor has to-
believe itās because he didnāt want to arouse suspicion after...clearly having had someone in their bed the night before.
āWhoa, Connor, are youāā
The android jerks away from Officer Benās light touch, his hands flying to cover the pictures and his own shame. Itās a scramble-
āWhoa, Connor, are youāā
The android jerks away from Officer Benās light touch, his hands flying to cover the pictures and his own shame. Itās a scramble-
to shield the evidence, but he canāt let anyone else see, canāt let anyone know. What will they say? Will they laugh because, of course Hank wouldnāt want to forever settle down with an android, he hated them beforeāor will they think Connor incapable of satisfying him? It all-
hurts to consider, and Connor just doesnāt want to think. Instead of replying, he rushes past Ben and straight into Captain Fowlerās office, LED blazing red.
āI need a week off, sir. Itās urgent.ā
Heās managed to startle the captain, and, if by the inquisitive look on his-
āI need a week off, sir. Itās urgent.ā
Heās managed to startle the captain, and, if by the inquisitive look on his-
face, heās startled by the sudden appearance and the request itself. Connor never asks off. In fact, theyāre usually begging him to leave when heās /supposed/ to.
āI canāt see why you canāt use some of your acquired time off... But why so suddenly? Usually Iād enforce-
āI canāt see why you canāt use some of your acquired time off... But why so suddenly? Usually Iād enforce-
at least a weekās notice of leave.ā
Connor shifts his weight, and the edge of the envelope jabs his synthetic skin where itās hidden against his fake heart.
āItās a personal matter, sir...ā Connor canāt tell him that he canāt look at Hank right now, that he needs time to Think
Connor shifts his weight, and the edge of the envelope jabs his synthetic skin where itās hidden against his fake heart.
āItās a personal matter, sir...ā Connor canāt tell him that he canāt look at Hank right now, that he needs time to Think
about why the other man would do this, and under what circumstances, and process his own complicated Hurt, Pain, Regret, Confusion, Betrayal, Anger, Worry, Agony.
āAn android asking for a personal day, huh?ā They both seem to catch the blunder at the same time, and perhaps itās
āAn android asking for a personal day, huh?ā They both seem to catch the blunder at the same time, and perhaps itās
the captainās slip into dehumanizing the new citizens of Detroit that seals the deal.
Whatever the case, Connor has his time off, and Hank wonāt notice heās gone for another fifteen minutesāheāll be throwing taunts back and forth with Reed right nowāso Connor has just enough-
Whatever the case, Connor has his time off, and Hank wonāt notice heās gone for another fifteen minutesāheāll be throwing taunts back and forth with Reed right nowāso Connor has just enough-
time to head home, gather his clothes into a bag, and, since the pictures are seared into his memory, drop the envelope on the kitchen table. Then he leaves.
Heāll stay at Jericho for a while. Heāll think. Heāll cry.
But he wonāt speak to Hank. Not for a good while, anyway.
Heāll stay at Jericho for a while. Heāll think. Heāll cry.
But he wonāt speak to Hank. Not for a good while, anyway.
ā
Connor wonāt answer his calls. This primarily concerns Hank because Connor happens to be missing in action, and also because his phone is connected to his fucking head, so why wonāt he answer?
For whatever reason, his partner hasnāt been seen by anyone around the precinct-
Connor wonāt answer his calls. This primarily concerns Hank because Connor happens to be missing in action, and also because his phone is connected to his fucking head, so why wonāt he answer?
For whatever reason, his partner hasnāt been seen by anyone around the precinct-
since this morning, and Ben mentioned that heād looked spooked.
What spooks Connor, for fuckās sake?
Jeffrey only cryptically tells Hank that Connorās taken the week off. Huh. Just up and left without a word to Hank, and heās not answering?-
What spooks Connor, for fuckās sake?
Jeffrey only cryptically tells Hank that Connorās taken the week off. Huh. Just up and left without a word to Hank, and heās not answering?-
It feels wrong. Bad. Screwy.
Something is amiss, and Hank gets that sinking feeling that maybe Connor is in danger. He canāt think of any other reason heād fail to contact Hank. So that just makes it even worse.
Hank spends the entire work day in an anxious frenzy, and yeah,-
Something is amiss, and Hank gets that sinking feeling that maybe Connor is in danger. He canāt think of any other reason heād fail to contact Hank. So that just makes it even worse.
Hank spends the entire work day in an anxious frenzy, and yeah,-
he speeds on his way home. He just wants to see Connor, to make sure heās okay. He needs to know Connor isnāt hurt.
He can withstand anything but that.
His worries are not assuaged when heās greeted by an empty house, just Sumo whining when he greets him, snuffling against-
He can withstand anything but that.
His worries are not assuaged when heās greeted by an empty house, just Sumo whining when he greets him, snuffling against-
his calf for attention. Connor isnāt home either.
Hankās concern grows when he heads to his room, scoping the place out, and Connorās clothes are gone. It reads like a bad script. Connorās disappeared and taken his meager belongings with him like heās afraid Hank would-
Hankās concern grows when he heads to his room, scoping the place out, and Connorās clothes are gone. It reads like a bad script. Connorās disappeared and taken his meager belongings with him like heās afraid Hank would-
come after him or destroy them if not.
He needs a beer. He needs a whole keg, maybe.
He gets neither when he sits down to his kitchen table and opens the blank envelope laying there.
Sex pictures? Ones it looks like Connor took the night before? Hank isnāt sure what or why-
He needs a beer. He needs a whole keg, maybe.
He gets neither when he sits down to his kitchen table and opens the blank envelope laying there.
Sex pictures? Ones it looks like Connor took the night before? Hank isnāt sure what or why-
theyāre there, but maybe this is some weird, elaborate scene Connorās concocting. Maybe heās planning some week-long sexcursion. Hank doesnāt know, but it still doesnāt feel right, and Connor still wonāt answer him.
He only gives up when he receives a sharp, āStop contacting-
He only gives up when he receives a sharp, āStop contacting-
800,ā from Connorās so-called younger brother model, Nines.
Somethingās definitely wrong. But Hank guesses things were always doomed to end this way where heās concerned.
Somethingās definitely wrong. But Hank guesses things were always doomed to end this way where heās concerned.