Borders [DBH]

Disclamer: the characters are the exclusive property of quantic dream and come from the video game detroit become human

2880 minutes.

Connor didn't move. He didn't move when he heard the safety of the revolver jump. He didn't even look at Reed. His eyes remained stubbornly empty, as Hank tried to intervene between the two men as best he could.

"Get out, Hank. There is surely a tramp in this fucking place with whom you can share a bottle. I'll even send you a whole bunch of money once I've cashed the reward for that piece of shit. Look at him... "

Reed smirked with a contemptuous smile, pointing to Connor with the extremity of his gun. Then, with a quick move of his hand, he dropped the black cap, revealing a febrile carmine glow that spin insolently on his temple.

"Nothing but a pale imitation of human. "

Hank prepared to retort, but Connor shoved him roughly to stand in front of Reed's weapon. The policeman tried to hold him, but the RK800 was not listening. He was animated by such anger that all reasoning seemed to have abandoned his so rational program. Without blinking, the machine moved calmly towards the barrel of the revolver and straightened it to point it to his forehead under the intrigued gaze of his opponent. The deviant raised his head and stared at Gavin with hateful eyes as his voice vibrated with barely contained rage.

"You're right, Reed, I'm not human. But what is humanity, Inspector? Emotions ? Organs that decay with age until you become senile? An amazing ability to destroy everything around you, including your own specie? It's just fabulous! it makes me so eager! And tell me Reed, because you understand, Inspector, I'm just a machine, I know nothing... What feelings could Perkins have felt when he pressed the button? When he did thousands of thousands of lives fly in a fraction of a second just with one finger? Guilt? Happiness ? Or maybe just the satisfaction of having accomplished his mission brilliantly? Ah, it is beautiful, your humanity! And I'm happy not to be part of it. I sincerely hope that one day no one will make me an affront to confuse myself with your specie. I still prefer a thousand times our fake tears when we have been annihilated and our counterfeited despair that your real smiles and your true joy. So fuck you bastard, you can shoot. I'm already dead. "

Reed stared at Connor with a dark gaze. His mocking smile had faded from his lips in favor of a more serious expression. The anger of the RK, however, had the effect of surprising him long enough that the police lieutenant had time to get off his gun and point it toward his colleague. For a moment, the scene seemed frozen, out of time. Only the LED on the face of Connor broke this grim picture.

"Reed, dont' be so dumb ... you're too young for me to explode your brains, but if you shoot, I promise you that you can say goodbye to your pretty little head, bastard. "

And Reed never had the opportunity to decide if he wanted to be a dumb or not.

"Connor, no! "

The machine didn't take a second into account the warning of his former partner. In an agile and quick move, the RK800 quickly grabbed the police inspector's hand before hitting his nose, causing him to moan in pain. Gavin tried to get out of the grip of the Cyberlife agent by sweeping his legs to make him fall to the ground. The android fell, dragging his opponent in his fall, without letting go of his grip the armed hand of the human. Hank, on his side, was agape. The din of the altercation reverberated on the bare concrete walls of the old construction site, risking at any time to attract a dozen barrels of revolver that they wouldn't hesitate to fire on the deviant. But Hank also knew that if he tried to control Connor, Reed would shoot as soon as the Android was in a weak position. As to control Reed ... It was enough that he starts to cry so that all his hopes of saving the young deviant be annihilated. And then, let's be honest, alcohol and old age, both running in his veins, ruined all his chances of gaining the upper hand over one or the other.