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He remembered. Because Connor is an android that always tries. He always tries. You've noticed for a long time now, that he's unique.

Unique and lost and who always tries.

Whether it's to understand your actions, how to correctly smile, trying to comfort you no matter how awkward, or just those always sweet brown eyes looking at you in concern.

Connor, he always tries.

But it may all be for naught Connor, you thought bitterly. Reaching the floor necessary and stepping out the elevator with the guard escorting you to the always sleek meeting room as you stared straight ahead with creased brows. You've tried your best. I don't know how and I don't know why you remembered someone like me. It's impossible but you did. Always achieving the impossible, huh Connor? Perhaps one day, Connor. . .we can. . .

You're such a greedy little thing, aren't you? Wishing for things that can never come true? A future of happiness for all when RA9 has planned everyone's fate from the very beginning.

Your fate, however, well. . . Your role is to forever be in the sidelines. Never to be seen or remembered. That's your fate. That's your role. Being someone who just watches from afar. The one involved in everything and yet nothing at all.

You can't control anyone or anything. No significant changes that will change the conclusion will be caused by you. You don't have a choice. You never did.

For this truly isn't your story.

You casually put a hand in your pocket, making sure the hard drive was there.

"We're here, Doctor." The guard escorting you said behind his helmet. You stood in front of familiar glass double doors, seeing that surprisingly not all of the directors were within the room on the other side. There were only two, the others being most likely busy with their work, and you admit you did not like any of them but these two were the worst. The director of biocomponents and security.

Damn, do I hate that woman and her fake smile, you thought, walking in with a nod towards the directors who sat at the end of the table as they returned your greeting with a cold nod from the director of security and said false smile on the director of biocomponents. I hope this gets finished quickly, I apparently have presentations to run for Thirium 317 and I still need time to do what I really came here to do.

You released the hand from your pocket and put your equipment bag down onto the chair next to you as you sat on the opposite side from them in the table.

"Good afternoon, Doctor. I imagine that everything is in order to present to the others later?" The director of biocomponents inquired, thin lips curved up in a semblance of a smile that does not reach her crows feet eyes.

"Yes," you answered curtly, putting your interlocked hands on top of the glossy white table. "I got the materials all in order to begin showcasing the proper way to sort the necessary minerals as well as how to manipulate the main ingredient thirium to create my Thirium 317. Can we get this briefing over with?"

"Don't be in such a rush, Doctor (Y/N)." The director of security leaned forward in his chair with crossed arms, deep frown on his aged face. "Not only do you have to give us a quick explanation on the Thirium 317 but as well as tell us your analysis on the RK800's progress and how to deal with it."