Reverie

[You know things Hank still hates? Speaking on networks. He'd had enough of his chat days and preferred the company of books more than anything else. Still a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So you're getting video of a tired looking man stuck in a suit that he already absolutely loaths. This thing reminds him that the last three years have given him the dreaded 'cop gut', in a large part due to his self-destructive diet.]

Hey, this is Hank Anderson. I really hate using this...so I'll make it brief. One, what the hell is going on? Anyone with more knowledge than being tossed in here would be welcome. And does this place have booze? I feel like this might help dull the pain. Thanks.

[Honestly, this is just small talk for what's really important to him and the whole point of this conversation.]

Anyway...if you see an android walking around calling himself Connor, lemme know. About six feet tall, perfectly combed hair, a vest with 'Android' written in the back in bright white letters, glowing symbols on his clothing, an LED circle on his right temple [He points to his own head, that's where it should be], may or may not mutter about deviants, androids, dogs, and coming from CyberLife, you can't miss him.

If you're watching let me know if you're here!

[Stop making him worry, he just got here and his suit itches. OH right and an important PSA.]

Right, if you see him licking something, yeah, it's perfectly normal he uses it to analyze things, but shit, it's still disgusting no matter what stupid space circumstances we're stuck in. And before you ask, no, I don't fucking know why CybeLife decided this was the best way to make him do it.

Hey so...................

Does anyone know what we do if something happens to our food supply?
Not like if it gets really gross or drugged or whatever!
But like.........

What do we do if it stops working and we don't have backup food?

Just wondering.......