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reverienet2018-07-10 02:23 am
fuckingpassw0rd) wrote in reverienet2018-07-10 02:23 am
video: un; LT_ANDERSON
[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, 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.
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[That's like two ranks above a detective.]
Well, if I'm going to me pissed off at this place, might as well do it with a drink in hand, right?
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[ sorry pal ] Meet me in the Mess Hall in... six?
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Shit! I had a feeling. [There's just something about cops in general.] For the record, I wasn't trying to pull rank on you, just setting things straight.
[Then he just nods.]
Yeah that sounds good to me. Maybe I can get your name there.
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It's Miller. [ his name, since it means so damn much 2 ya ]
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Good to meet you face to face, Miller. You know, apart from the entire insanity of what's happening.
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I'm not to be held accountable for whatever this shit does to your liver, alright?
[ the machine starts up with a disturbing whir before spitting out a pungent alcohol mixture. it's mostly clear and surely the most corrosive thing hank will ever put in his body. miller shrugs big like he's done his deed for the day. ]
Don't say I never gave you nothin', Lieutenant.
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[Hank's dealt with his share of shady people. Moonshine had it's own little mystery in every bottle aspect to it, which he was sure this sci-fi contraption would no doubt enlighten him fast enough.]
Does it mean I owe you one?
[It's said in a teasing tone, but he does seem pretty happy. At least until he puts the liquor to his mouth and drinks. Coughing.]
You're right....this really tastes like it's going to destroy me.
[He drinks all of it.]
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You might've noticed, this station is all buttoned up. It's gonna take keen minds - [ he gestures between the two of them ] - to break through.
Sorry for being late
You're right. I would have given them anyway. I'm guessing most people want to get the hell out of here as fast as we can. [It's funny. Just a few days ago he had no interest in investigating anything, or even life itself; just a dark cloud of negative thoughts. But now, it had all changed. There was a deviant android investigation to finish.]
you're fine!
Good guess. See, deduction.
[ he gestures to the cup and holds up a handas if to ask if hank wants a refill. ]
The mind comes alive after the liver dies, or so they say.
[ it's just joe who says that, actually. ]
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Wonder what they put in this shit...
[He's never heard that expression before, but he'll definitely note it for later.]
So what's your story exactly?
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My story. What, ex-detective from the asteroid belt doesn't cut it for you?
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You know what, you're right, I don't think I could top that one. There's always a reason why a detective leaves...but I can understand if you don't want to share. [Hank had, after all, come close to doing the same thing.] Hope the change in profession was better for you.
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[ it's called an obsession fam ]
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If the higher-ups don't got your back then shit like that happens. Had a few close calls like that early on when I was getting at the bottom of the Red Ice epidemic. [He takes a shot of the drink again.] Hope you found the answers you were looking for.
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What's the red epidemic?