Gavin Reed

At first it was Connor. That smug fucking piece of plastic, metal, wires and god knows what else Cyberlife was putting in these androids. Connor was always smiling (borderline smirking) at him, asking if he could help him with anything with that annoying robotic voice. He wanted to push that androids buttons, androids going deviant were popping up all across the city- and Gavin didn’t trust that machine. What if it snapped one day? Picked up one of the pens on the desk and stabbed someone from the precinct. He’d be damned if he was going to let that happen.

Hank looked worse for wear, dragging that piece of metal crime scene to crime scene and every single time that android had managed to capture the fleeing deviants- even if it damaged its circuits or whatever the fuck was inside it. It just returned the next day and began to work again.

The machine was undeniably good at its job, too fucking good.

Gavin didn’t believe androids could actually feel anything, or think for themselves. They were just hunks of metal and plastic. Machines aren’t capable of such things, such human things. Right? Gavin was snapped out of his thoughts by his Captain. Captain Jeffrey Fowler.

“Gavin were you fucking listening? Cyberlife is sending another RK-800, called it CraveU user. It’s the same model as Connor, same suit different face. It’s going to be working with you to solve the increase in these fucking deviancy cases.” Fowler stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Gavin’s grip on the chair armrests tightened. He should’ve known it was shit news when Fowler invited him into his office so early in the morning. He wanted to protest but knew it was pointless. He glanced over to Hank’s desk, seeing Connor sat opposite Hank. Connor was definitely annoying him. Gavin sighed, running his hand through his dishevelled hair. “Fine. But don’t expect me to like the fucking thing.” he spat, standing up and returning to his desk in the precinct.

Sure enough there was the plastic prick stood beside his desk. Not even an hour, and he was already sick of it. Of its voice, which was obviously a robotic voice- yet it sounded so eerily human. The way they adjusted their tie, and straightened out their blazer as if it mattered. It was just a fucking android, why did it even bother? It’s smooth human-like skin and hair, it was so close to being a human yet so so different. Different enough to make Gavin uncomfortable by its presence.

He wished he had the balls to punch the android in the face, to see that LED switch from blue to red. Just to see if the little shit would fight back. If there was one thing he was especially sick of, it was the way it was actually helpful. He’d told it to shut up and read the case files. And sure enough it just sat down opposite him and got to work- without question. Gavin began to take notes, his pen scribbling across the paper until it eventually dried out. A low grumble escaped Gavin's throat as he attempted to throw the empty pen into the bin, missing the shot by a mile as it clattered onto the floor.

"Get me another damn pen." An order, expected to be obeyed without question. Gavin's fingers drifted over the latest crime scene data. A middle aged man, found stabbed to death in his own apartment. Traces of thirium found at the scene indicating android involvement, Gavin read, not paying attention to the android.