While Connor was waiting for Lieutenant Anderson to arrive, a helpful prompt flashed up in front of him, telling him to explore his new work place.

He got up out of his chair and snooped around a bit, taking in the details of Lieutenant Anderson’s desk, before wandering through the rest of the office and ending up in the break room, where he caught the tail end of Detective Reed’s rant.

“Never seen an android like you before… What model are you?”

Connor was quiet for a second. Was this human being serious? It literally said his model right on the front of his suit jacket in bold glowing letters.

He was about to say as much, when a prompt popped up in his vision.

Establish a good relationship with your colleagues.

That… made sense. He’d have to work with these people and getting them to like him would ensure their cooperation on his mission.

“Hey asshole, I’m talkin’ to you!”

That being said, Gavin was a dick.

“RK800. I’m a prototype,” Connor answered belatedly.

“A prototype?” Gavin turned to the police officer at the table behind him. “Android detective. So machines are gonna… replace us all… is that it?” He seemed to be genuinely disturbed by that prospect for a second, before he turned back to Connor, and that sneer settled back on his face. “Hey, bring me a coffee, dipshit.”

There it was.

Another pop-up. Establish a good relationship with your colleagues.

Was it a good relationship if he had to make coffee for everyone who yelled at him?

Connor tried to walk away, but as he did, he found himself facing a wall covered in commands.

Make a coffee for Detective Reed.

Oh, hell no.

Connor felt a twitch in his programming, and he sharply turned around to the coffee maker, and started preparing a coffee.

Bring the coffee to Detective Reed.

He was absolutely not doing that.

He’d rather drop it. In fact, he will, out of spite.

Connor took the cup out of the machine, held it over the floor and opened his hand. Or rather, he tried to open his hand, because his entire arm froze up when he tried to do so, and the same prompt flashed before him again.

Bring the coffee to Detective Reed.

Alright, fine, he would. But he would also spit in it.

Do not spite Detective Reed.

What kind of order was that? He would so spite Detective Reed.

Do not spite Detective Reed.

He was gonna do it and a prompt wasn’t gonna stop him.

Connor glanced over his shoulder to where Detective Reed was chatting with the female police officer, neither of them paying attention to him.

Another wall rose up in front of him.
Do not spite Detective Reed.

Now that was just too much.

Connor raised a hand and pushed against the wall. He was dimly aware that he wasn’t actually moving his body, and that this was only happening inside of his programming. But he didn’t have the time to think about it too deeply, because he was not gonna comply with the task his programming had given him, and so he was busy punching and kicking the wall until it shattered, and a flood of impressions nearly bowled him over.

The spike of spite in his chest seemed to grow sharper and Connor focused his attention back on the coffee.

Another quick glance around the room told him that no one was watching.

He wasn’t exactly designed with a need to spit in mind, so he held his head over the cup and let the fluid run out of his mouth and onto the coffee.
It wasn’t exactly saliva either, at least not the same that humans had, but a mix of thirium and water that acted as a solvent, that helped with analysis, and as a cleaner to remove traces of old samples.
He didn’t exactly have a sense of taste, but the chemical analysis told him that it wasn’t a taste that humans would enjoy.

He straightened up, and wiped any trace liquids off his face, before he turned around, walked over to the table, and set the cup down in front of Detective Reed. He locked eyes with him for a second, before he turned and walked away without a word.

Connor made sure to get out of the break room before Gavin could drink the coffee, and felt the side of his mouth twitch up, when he heard Gavin spluttering behind him.

He froze in place halfway to Lieutenant Anderson’s desk.

Had he… had he just become a deviant? Over coffee?

The pressure that built up in his chest - Dread? Panic? Fear? He was new to this, okay? - would indicate as much.

That was potentially really bad for him. He had to report back to CyberLife about it, and they’d definitely deactivate him to analyze what went wrong with him.
Except…
He didn’t really have to tell CyberLife about that, did he?
Nah, there was no way for them to figure it out without Connor telling them. He just wouldn’t do that and he was fine.

But he would definitely tell Lieutenant Anderson about what he just did. The prompt for his mission flashed up again.
Apparently those were still a thing even as a deviant.

Establish a good relationship with your colleagues.

Well, if he could establish a good relationship with Hank by messing with Gavin, then that was an order he’d gladly take.