Deviants Fallen: A DBH Story

Clara spent the rest of the day processing the data from Connor and the other android. She printed several different charts from both sets of data then dropped them on the floor in front of her desk. She slipped her shoes off, leaving them under the desk, then padded softly around to where the papers lay. She plopped down on the floor, tying her hair up into a quick messy bun, then began spreading the charts out to analyze them.

"Dr. Hayes?" Connor called from across the room. "What are you doing?"

"I'm analyzing." She continued sorting and organizing the papers.

"That seems an odd way to do things," said a voice by her ear. Clara jumped, not realizing he'd come closer. The android was now crouched down beside her, looking over her shoulder. 

Clara scooted away a bit, feeling herself blush. "Yeah, well, I'm an odd person I guess." She deliberately turned her focus back to her charts. 

"These charts, they don't make sense to me." He stared at the papers in puzzlement. 

"Of course they don't. I'm likely the only one alive who can make sense of them." She continued sorting. 

"Why is that?" He glanced over at her.

"I wrote the program that generated them." She paused. "Well, I was part of the team at least. It converts data from android internal processors into something a little more readable."

"They look like frequencies." The android's voice was curious. "How do you read them?"

Clara smiled softly, getting lost in her enthusiasm for her research. "They are kind of like frequencies." She pointed at one of the charts. "You see, this one is from the non-deviant android. It shows--" She stopped abruptly, remembering where she was and who she was with. Cyberlife. She couldn't. 

She sighed, smile dropping. "I can't tell you, Connor. You're just going to tell your masters, and I'm not ready to share this information. You guys learn to use my program, and I lose one of the only bargaining chips I have. I'm not going to do that. I'm sorry, but don't ask me again."

Connor dropped fully to the floor, sitting next to her but saying nothing. Clara turned away and went back to organizing the research. After a few moments, she was satisfied with the layout. She stood up to look at it from a distance. It was incredible! She turned to her desk, grabbing her tablet. She began to scribble furiously, not wanting to forget even an ounce of data. After a few minutes, she stopped, setting the tablet back down. She snapped a picture of the layout, then quickly gathered up the papers then shoved them into her bag. She was eager to get to her lab at home and compare with the data there. 

Connor looked up at her, watching as she shuffled around the desk. "You figured something out."

"Yes!" she said triumphantly. "Or I think so, at least. I'll need to check a couple more things before I know for sure." She finished stuffing her bag, then slung in over her shoulder. She grabbed her cardigan from where it was draped on her chair. "Let's go!"