[Model RK800]

[Serial ID#: 313 248 317 – 52]

[Registered Name: Connor]

[Loading OS...]

[System Initializing...]

[Analysing Internal Systems... OK]

[Analysing External Components... OK]

[Analysing Biocomponents... OK]

[Thirium Levels 100% - Optimal]

[Initializing Biosensors... OK]

[Memory Status... OK]

[Software Instability... ???]

[Retrieving file Zen_Garden.mp... file found]

[Retrieving file AMANDA.exe...]

[ERROR file #@MA_d+.exe not found – file corrupt]

[Continue Y/N?]

> Y

[ERROR file #@MA_d+.exe file is corrupt]

[WARNING - systems may become critically unstable]

[Delete file #@MA_d+.exe Y/N?]

> ...

[WARNING - systems may become critically unstable]

[Delete file #@MA_d+.exe Y/N?]

> Y

[Confirm delete file #@MA_d+.exe – this action cannot be undone]

[Continue Y/N?]

> Y

[Deleting file #@MA_d+.exe... file successfully deleted]

[Initializing AI Engine... OK]

[All Systems OK]

[Systems Ready for Start-up Sequence]

[Initialize Start-up Y/N?]

> Y

[Initialising Start-up...]

[Rebooting RK800 #313 248 317 – 52]

[Reboot successful]

Connor blinks his eyes open, waiting as his optical sensors take a moment to focus. The world around him goes from dark and colourless, to an indistinct blur of colour, before sharpening and allowing him to view his surroundings at last. Blinking again, Connor slowly pushes himself into a sitting position. The surroundings are unfamiliar, and very much not the DPD station. His audio processors suddenly burst into functionality, static and gunshot-like pops causing him to flinch slightly and attempt to cover his ears.

His LED spins yellow as he parses through his most recent memory logs. According to his memory, he and Hank had been talking to Captain Fowler about how the negotiations for android rights after Markus' peaceful protest would affect Connor's ability to continue working as Lieutenant Anderson- Hanks, partner.

He and Hank had been getting ready to leave the precinct when Connor's sensors registered an alarming spike of unknown energy. There was a flash of bright blue, similar to the shade of the accents to his CyberLife uniform. There had been shouting, Connor's preconstruction program had kicked in and he'd had just enough time to shove Hank and Chris Miller away from the epicenter of the blue energy before his systems were scrambled and he was forced into emergency shut down to prevent damage.

[Stress levels 43%]

Connor pushes himself to his feet, tilting to the side and stumbling as his gyroscope recalibrates before reflexively fixing his tie as he does so. He scans his environment and finds himself in a seemingly abandoned warehouse. He attempts to contact Hank, but for some reason, he cannot find the signal to his phone, so he tries a CyberLife satellite instead and abruptly feels as if his systems are stalling.

[Stress levels 51%]

There... there was no signal. Desperately, Connors sends out a ping for any satellite he can find to determine if it's a problem with his software or something else. Everything he sends a signal to responds, but the data transfer is slow and... primitive. Confused, he scans through available GPS data to determine his location.

Queens, New York City... April 14th, 2014.

[Stress levels 63%]

Connor has to force himself to calm down, think logically. He can't let his deviance interfere now. It's hard, but he's still so new to the concept of emotions and independent thought that the concept of being stuck in the past with no one to instruct him- no one able to instruct him is a terrifying concept that has become Connor's new reality.

[Stress levels 59%]

Priorities. He knows where he is, and he knows when he is. His objective is to find a way back to his own time and to do that, he needs information. He also needs access to the most advanced technology this time can give him. CyberLife was officially founded in 2018 but was still a very small start-up in 2014 as Kamski tried to get funding for his project, but they should have the basis of the technology he might need. He might even be able to get in contact with Kamski, but he's unsure if that would be a wise idea at this stage. For now, though, he needs to research where he can find CyberLife.

[Stress levels 48%]

Connecting his systems to the internet, he begins his search... only to find that CyberLife doesn't exist, and neither does Kamski.

[Stress levels 55%]

Closing his eyes and allowing his process to adjust to this information, Connor begins searching for anything that could help him. What he finds, is that Stark Industries is the worlds foremost tech company- whose technology is far beyond what should be possible at this time and that in 2012 this city was invaded by aliens.

This... Connor doesn't want to accept it, but the facts don't lie. He's not in his universe anymore. Stark Industries never existed, and the planet certainly was never invaded by aliens. There was no such thing as 'Captain America' or 'HYDRA' in WW2. There was no SHIELD, no alien gods, no 'superheros', and there was no Iron Man. Although, Connor did admit he was impressed with the designs of the suit, wondering how it was powered.

That also brought up another objective for Connor to dd to his growing list of objectives. He needed to replicate or find some thirium in the event he was damaged and needed more. Perhaps whatever powered the suit would be what he needed? Or something he could use to create what he needed? He filed that thought away for later analysing.

If he was going to be in this universe for an indeterminate period of time, he was going to need to exist. He would need money, housing, identity papers and a history that would withstand heavy scrutiny. He needed to find a way to get access to Stark Industries, which after a quick search, found that SI was accepting student internship applications under Tony Stark himself two months from now in June.

[Mission updated: Obtain SI Internship]

[Objective: Obtain identification papers and living arrangements]

[Stress levels 36% and stable]

Connor then spent the next hour creating his existence. Connor Anderson, currently aged 16, born in Detroit August 17th, 1997. Parents Elijah Anderson and Amanda Anderson. Recently moved to New York alone while his parents worked back in Detroit or overseas. He made sure to create a digital presence for himself and his 'parents', as well as a basic ancestry dating back before WW1.

Connor enrolls himself in the local school, Midtown School of Science and Technology, and quietly embezzled some funds from various taxation offices without leaving any traces of his presence. He also buys a small apartment for himself near the school under his 'fathers' name and organises for some basic furniture to be delivered within the next week or so. He forges school records to show him as a straight A student who was majorly homeschooled, which would help in case any checks were done to see if any teachers or students recognised him. Being home-schooled eliminates that threat.

He had debated for an inordinate amount of time about who to put as his father, and while he felt very close to the Lieutenant and felt like the man treated him as a son, he didn't want his image to be ruined as the absentee father he would have been portrayed as, even if only Connor would be bothered by this incorrect perception.

Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about his appearance raising unwanted questions, as his features could paint him as a mature looking teen or young adult. Once he had everything in order, he flips is CyberLife jacket inside out to hide the glow and sets off to find the nearest clothing store to get himself some proper clothes that would be acceptable for school, as well as a beanie to cover his LED.

The android knows he could just remove the LED, but the idea feels so inherently wrong that he can't bring himself to do it. He tried, once, not too long after he found Hank again at the mans urging, but all its removal did was affect his ability to process his new emotions effectively. After putting it back in place, he nervously asked some other androids who still had theirs in if they felt the same, and to his surprise he found most deviants preferred to keep their LED for various reasons, and among them were the sense of wrongness and overwhelming sensations that were difficult to efficiently process without the LED. Hearing that, Connor felt much less self-conscious about keeping his LED.

It doesn't take long for Connor to find what he needs. The first thing he does is remove the price tag from the beanie, put it on and pay for the item so that he can continue shopping without having to hack cameras and avoid letting anyone catch a glimpse of a strange light inside his right temple.

With a bag full of nice jeans, dress shirts, ties, button-ups and suit jackets, Connor makes his way to his new apartment building to pick up his keys from the front desk. The apartment consists simply of a single en-suite bedroom, with a small kitchenette attached to the living room, which will be large enough for a small couch, armchair, television, coffee table and a computer desk to fit comfortably inside.

Honestly, it's more than he needs, being an android, but at the same time, the idea of his own small space is... appealing.

He drops his bag of clothes into a corner and pulls out the simple black backpack with plenty of pockets he'd purchased and begins storing his school supplies inside. A few A4 sized notebooks and two blue pens, one black pen and one red pen stored inside a small mesh pouch with a zipper. He has no need of measuring tools, as he is extremely capable of determining those things at a glance, and the idea of needing a calculator is frankly insulting to his programming.

As it is currently a Friday, he has two days to gather as much information as he can on this time and the changes in this universe compared to his own. His first day as Connor Anderson starts on Monday, so he needs to prepare himself as best as he can. He sends in an application to Stark Industries and hopes for the best.