So I kind of got obsessed with DBH over the past few days... then I started thinking about the Lunar Chronicles because I love it... and then I couldn't stop thinking about DBH and TLC. So then I combined it. So here it is. I realise it's kind of niche but if you want to familiarise yourself with DBH or The Lunar Chronicles before you start reading then go ahead! There are playthroughs of DBH on YouTube and Lunar Chronicles is avaliable to read as an e-book or a physical copy. Or you can just go read the Wiki. Anyway if anyone is familiar with any of these stories and somehow also thought damn I'd love to read a DBH/TLC crossover... well, here it is! This is my new project!
P.S Might try and give this a Sleeping Beauty kind of arc because... Lunar Chronicles... fairy tales... gotta keep the same concept you know.
Connor's internal processor whirred. His thirium pump beat.
AUDIO-VISUAL SYSTEMS FUNCTIONING
"Did it work?"
"His fingers are twitching."
LIMB MOTORS FUNCTIONING
Connor's eyes opened.
ROYGBV ANALYSIS/FILTERS ON
"Cress, he's awake."
A man stood in front of Connor, his face too close, his blue eyes wide.
GENDER DETERMINING ABILITY FUNCTIONING
Connor blinked the diagnostics report out of his vision.
The sound of a chair scraping against linoleum assaulted his auditory sensors. Not long after, a short girl with shoulder-length blonde hair appeared from around a corner. Connor could sense the presence of multiple computers behind the corner where the girl just appeared from.
He stood still. He was connected to a cylindrical metal port. Electricity was charging through his body. He swivelled his eyes and accessed the internal GPS within him.
RIVERSIDE DRIVE WEST, WINDSOR, ON N9A 5K9, CANADA
The girl worked quickly to get him out of the port. Her fingers stumbled. Connor read her features and analysed her heart rate. She was nervous.
She tugged him out of the port. He hand was cold against his electrically charged flesh. Connor looked at the two people before him. Without him realising, an identification number flashed across his vision.
D.O.B. MAY 22, 106 T.E, AMERICAN REPUBLIC
CLEARED OF CRIMINAL RECORD:
ID CHIP REMOVAL
The list seemed to go on and on. Connor blinked it away. He'd never been able to see a person's criminal record in his vision before. He turned to the girl.
CRESCENT MOON DARNEL
JULY 18 110 T.E, LUNA
CLEARED OF CRIMINAL RECORD:
Connor didn't know where Luna was. Immediately, an answer popped up in his retina screen.
LUNA IS A COUNTRY FOUNDED ON THE MOON. PRIOR TO WORLD WAR IV, THE MOON WAS COLONISED BY EARTHEN RESEARCHERS. PEOPLE LIVING ON LUNA ARE DIFFERENT TO HUMANS DUE TO THE LUNAR GENE WHICH ENABLES THEIR PEOPLE TO MANIPULATE BIOELECTRICITY. EARTHEN-LUNAR TENSIONS HAVE BEEN DESTROYED DUE TO PRINCESS SELENE CHANNARY JANNALI BLACKBURN SPEARHEADING THE REVOLUTION AND ABDICATING THE THRONE AFTER ENDING THE REIGN OF QUEEN LEVANA TO TURN LUNA FROM A MONARCHY INTO A REPUBLIC.
Connor blinked the text away.
"Cress, why hasn't he said anything yet?" said Carswell Thorne.
"I think he's learning. It's been a while since he's been awake," said Crescent Moon Darnel. Connor amended that. Cress. A nickname.
During that time, Connor learnt what a shell was. Then he downloaded the current affairs into his brain.
His system glitched from the sheer amount of information downloaded and Connor almost fell to the ground, but Carswell Thorne caught him around the shoulders.
"Should we sit him down?" asked Carswell. Connor didn't hear an answer, but he was being led towards the room where Connor could sense the computers. Thorne eased him down on a leather office chair.
There were five screens in front of him, each displaying something different. One broadcasted a newscreen, another held binary which took Connor a second to translate as the numbers rolled down the screen. The screen on the left was a recording. As Connor turned his head left, then right, he realised it was a recording of his own vision, he could see what he was seeing. The fourth screen was a social forum. It wasn't of any importance to Connor. What did garner his interest was on the fifth middle screen.
It displayed a rotating image of his model. RK8000. Last time Connor knew, he was an RK800. And nearing the end of his life after his thirium pump could no longer be repaired. It happened to all androids, he knew. So why was he back?
"Connor?" said Cress. Her voice was small and quiet. Connor turned around to face her. She gazed into his eyes, her brow puckered. "Connor, are you alright?"
Was Connor all right? He had seen the news from the past couple of centuries. He was in a body that was his own and also wasn't. Space travel and moon people existed. Was he still deviant?
"Connor, can you speak?"
Connor tried his voice. "Yes."
His voice came out exactly as he expected it to. There was no humanoid roughness. He still sounded the same.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Does he only know that because you keep calling him that?" whispered Carswell Thorne. Connor didn't know why he was whispering. He could hear him just fine.
"Well, that's his name. It says that on his personality chip." Cress indicated towards the portable screen in her hand.
"I knew my name was Connor before any of you said anything."
"Is he not going to ask us who we are?" said Carswell.
"I already know who you are. You are Carswell Thorne and you are Cress Darnel. Otherwise known as two of the members of the Lunar Seven who toppled down the regime of Queen Levana Blackburn."
"Well, there was eight of us actually. I don't know why no one counts Iko," said Cress with a sniff.
Connor ran a search on Iko. An image blinked in his retina screen. An android?
"Why am I here?" he asked, blinking the image away.
Cress and Carswell looked at each other.
"Well... we need you," said Cress. "I mean... androids need you."
Connor frowned. "What do you mean? What's wrong with androids?"
Cress wrung her wrists. She stood a meter away from him, gazing at him as if she couldn't believe he was there. "I first heard about you and the android civil rights movement when I was on my satellite years ago. I was trying to learn about Earthen history, you see... um... you wouldn't know how much things have changed since you were last... awake."
Judging from Connor's chronocounter, it had been... nearly eight centuries since he had been awake. That was a lot to miss out on. Connor wasn't sure he had the storage capacity to download all the news from the past seven-hundred and ninety-eight years. He suspected Cress was going to inform him anyway.
"The civil rights movement worked but then... it failed. After Markus died and after Nora Kamski was assassinated, the war against androids begun. Technological advancements were made and humans created cyborgs. The perfect blend of human and robot and when wired correctly, ruthless. Changes to android production were made. Androids now... only the escort droids look like humans. And they... well they only live to serve."
Connor stared into Cress's eyes. "Androids are slaves again?"
"As far as anyone knows, androids were always slaves. I asked Thorne about it, because he grew up on Earth and he had no idea. On Luna, androids are a taboo subject, or at least, they were. No one would have learnt a lick about androids or cybernetics on Luna. I only found out because I've been stuck on a satellite for seven years with barely anything to do so… I'm probably one of the few people in this solar system who knew that androids could 'deviate'-" she put the word in air quotes "-and I know that's what happened to our friend Iko. Not even Cinder knew about deviancy and she's a mechanic."
"The point is," said Thorne, "During the wars, all records of the android civil rights movement have been wiped out. Android design has changed. Deviation can only happen if a personality chip has a glitch-"
"But," said Cress, "I've analysed personality chips. I've analysed yours and Iko's before and there was another android a while ago that I managed to get my hands on and… there's no glitch. I don't know how it happens but it's not a glitch. It's deviancy."
"Deviancy occurs when an android feels an emotion or a desire intense enough to break free of their original coding to act on it. A deviated android can also wake up another android by interfacing with them." said Connor matter of factly.
"Androids can't interface anymore. It was one of the first things to go when android design changed. So, androids can't turn other androids deviant anymore. They have to do it themselves and people put it down to a glitch so they go and get their android repaired but they just come back with a brand new personality chip rather than a repaired version of the old one," she stopped for breath. Her face had become quite red. Anger, Connor assessed. "So that means there could be innumerable perfectly functioning androids just discarded in the trash or something all because someone doesn't want androids to break free of their coding. And there's just been a war. Statistically speaking, there should be a lot more androids who might have felt scared or protective or – or any emotion really who must have deviated."
"Are there not?" asked Connor. His processor whirred.
"Well there are. Iko started a support group in the Eastern Commonwealth. But that's different there. Cyborgs and androids have more rights than most, lately. Or at least we thought it did." Her jaw tensed and Connor sensed there was something Cress wasn't telling him. "But in the American Republic or the European Federation or wherever Cinder doesn't live really… it's a different story."
Connor ran a scan for Cinder and found out she was the same person as Selene Blackburn. Empress Regent of the Eastern Commonwealth and… a cyborg. Connor read the extent of her cybernetic enhancements. Her left hand and leg had been replaced, a few ribs, her heart, too was not unaffected and she had a control panel at the base of her skull. Most notably, according to the article, were her cybernetic eyes, which were essential in bringing down the Lunar queen due to their ability to sense when someone was manipulating the bioelectricity around them by detecting it as a lie.
"So, that's why we've woken you up," said Cress. He blinked the text from his retina display. "We need you to help us."
"And how do you expect me to do that?"
"I've researched a lot about you. You deviated during the first android civil rights march. You helped Markus lead the androids to freedom… you're a detective and… you were the only android we could find with a somewhat intact body."
"Somewhat intact? Is this not the model of an RK8000. I am an RK800."
"Well yes. We had to replace parts. Your retina display, for example. We upgraded your software, too. I've changed your core processor so you can run faster and longer and your thirium pump has an added fan, too."
"Your screen says I'm an RK8000."
"Well that's just on the screen. I had to change that because well-"
"Because if anyone recognised your old model this whole plan would be done for. But mostly you're still an eight-hundred."
"We had to make sure you wouldn't be recognisable. I'm on probation still and well, we stole you from a museum," grinned Carswell.
Connor was silent for a moment. Processing. Then-
"You stole me from a museum?" spluttered Connor.
"You can't just say you stole him Thorne. He's a cop!"
Thorne waved a hand lackadaisically. "If it's for the greater good it's fine. Just like how president Vargas said."
Cress rolled her eyes. "I'm not really sure Vargas would see it that way right now."
"Well, Connor doesn't look like he's about to be arresting anyone. I don't think he really cares."
"I'm more interested in why, exactly, I was in a museum?"
"There's a robotics display. Technology through the ages kind of thing. You and Markus had a small section about the march in 2038."
"Markus-" said Connor, cutting Thorne off. "Is he here too?"
Cress twiddled her thumbs. "We ran a diagnostics test. We can't reboot him without a new body from Cyberlife itself. Markus was unique in your day, he's even more now."
"I won't be able to rally androids. I don't have the same leadership qualities as Markus."
"That's not what we need. We need you to find androids. I hear you were an excellent deviant hunter back in your day."
"I stopped doing that a long time ago."
"But you are still capable of it. We needed an android who was already deviant, whose already done this before. And because we need you to find someone in particular."
Cress faced her portscreen towards Connor. A picture of the android, Iko, was displayed there. "She's gone missing."