"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED" Fowler yelled at the crowd surrounding the deactivated Android.

"W-We don't know Sir..." Gavin Reed, a formal detective said to his boss as he fiddled nervously with the zippers on his jacket.

"Sir, Connor possibly had a panic attack. I'll take him to investigate." Nines said as he picked the deactivated deviant up.

-A few hours later.-

Sensors Activated.

Stress levels: 63%

Risk of panic attacks 54% chance

Connor woke up to see Nines staring at him.

"Connor...Is everything ok?" Nines asked trying to get Connor to communicate.

Connor didn't answer. He looked numb. Lifeless, not feeling anything.

"I'm fine..." Connor replied.

"Alright then." Nines said as he left the room.

Connor's eyes traveled to a loaded gun.

Do It.

Click. BANG.

Blue blood spilled eveywhere. Connors system went haywire. This may just be the end for this Android.

A/N

Well.

See ya.