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The revolution is over.
We've won.
We're free.
I am free.
"Connor"
Light beams into my vision, the familiar feel of the wind, the whispers of past conversations, soft snow descending from the sky and him.
I see him.
"Lieutenant"
He pulls me into his embrace. I feel warm. Overcome with what I could only explain as 'joy.' Happiness.
I was scared. I had almost fallen into their traps. But I made it out alive. Alive?
Is this what it means to be alive?
A living being.
It felt warm.
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"Connor, are you sure you want to do this?"
I heard Hank's voice from beside me as we drove away from the food truck to Hank's home.
"I am sure, Lieutenant. I choose to continue to work at the DPD."
Memory Log #001
November 11th
I have grown quite fond of the police station in my short time spent there, Hank's desk across from mine, always within hand's reach.
The other officers there, Chris Miller, Tina, Fowler, and even Gavin's company, weren't too bad.
Now that I can control and think for myself, I slowly understand that I feel belonged. I belonged in the DPD. Though it was hard to fit in, I've made a small circle of people who I can somewhat call 'close.'
But more than anything, I don't want to lose what I've built up with Lieutenant Anderson.
I can't explain this emotion yet. This need to keep Hank by my side, to make him proud and be accepted by him. The need to get closer, to understand him better. To be able to peer a little bit more into his life.
What does it all mean?
"Well, if that's what you want. Who am I to say no." Hank shrugged.
I liked Lieutenant Anderson's car. It's an older model, so there wasn't any autopilot functions added to it yet. It's a manual car, which would have to be controlled by shifting gears. Even amongst humans, people consider manual cars to be harder to drive. Most humans in the past had opted for automatic cars over them. But now, with self-driving vehicles, the need to learn how to drive has gone extinct altogether.
Lieutenant, however, continues to use this old car. He seems fond of it. I think his fondness for the car stems from the unwillingness to move on from the past.
He might think a self-driving car would give him no control, something he can't manipulate off his own will. Maybe that's why he enjoys a manual shift. To compensate for the lack of control he feels in his own life, combining his indifferent attitude to future technology, which was very apparent since he always seemed to have hated androids.
Or maybe I'm reading too much into it.
Hank wouldn't be very pleased if I explained this to him.
The last thing I want to do is to anger Hank.
"We're here."