[Detroit] No Paradise

When Joshua sat up from the bed and regained his consciousness, the sky outside was already bright.The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the light shone in from the gap, projecting on the ground and the wall, forming a bright dividing line.

He shook his head, feeling that it was full of water, swaying with his movements, making him dizzy.

The unusual physiological reaction gave him an ominous premonition.He got up from the bed with his weak body, and almost fell to the ground as soon as he landed.

"Fuck..." Joshua leaned on the wall and cursed in a low voice, the wall was as cold as ice under his hot palm.

His self-proclaimed iron body developed a fever after being exposed to the rain.Joshua gave a helpless wry smile, it seems that the past few days have indeed gone too far.

He leaned on the wall and walked slowly to the door, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the room, and walked into the living room.As soon as he opened the door, Sumo rushed over. Joshua was so dazed that he couldn't react for a while, and was directly thrown to the ground by Sumo.

The wet and hot tongue licked his face, Joshua was itchy and uncomfortable, hugged the big dog's head, rubbed it carelessly, and then pushed it aside: "Sumo, don't make trouble ...I'm not feeling well."

Sumo obediently lay down beside him, looking at Joshua worriedly with a pair of big black eyes, while breathing out with his tongue out.Joshua lay on the ground for a while, and stood up again when the dizzy state passed.He walked slowly into the dining room, and was about to open the refrigerator, but found a sticky note on the refrigerator, which read in crooked handwriting:

"If you dare to drink while you have a fever, and I find out when you come back, I'll fucking stuff a suppository into your ass | eye."

Joshua tore off the sticky note. Because of his high fever, his vision was a little blurred and he couldn't read the handwriting clearly.He brought the note closer to his eyes and couldn't help laughing, then crumpled up the note in his palm and threw it into the trash can in the restaurant.

Hank knew him well enough to know that the guy would be looking for a drink as soon as he woke up.But still not enough understanding, because to stop Joshua from doing what he wanted to do, unless he had his limbs broken and chained, or a gun to his head would not work.

But Hank is not at home, he should have gone to work or to the bar - the latter is unlikely, given Joshua's current physical condition, he narcissistically thought that if it was not for work reasons, Hank should not Will leave myself at home alone.

Taking out a bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator, Joshua staggered back to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.The sofa was quite soft, but for Joshua, who had a high fever, any touch on the skin would only make him feel quite painful.

He searched for the TV remote control on the sofa for a long time but couldn't find it, so he could only bite the cap of the whiskey bottle with his teeth in frustration. As a result, one of them lost the bottle, spilled half of the bottle on his clothes, and put his own bottle on his clothes. The teeth were crushed and ached.

The dishonest patient violently stuffed the bottle into his mouth, and gulped it down.Spicy spirits flowed from his mouth into his stomach, and the drink just taken out of the refrigerator was extremely cold, which made Joshua, who was suffering from a high fever, feel inexplicably refreshed.

A bottle of wine was drunk quickly, and after it was cold, there was a burning sensation, from the throat to the stomach, making Joshua feel that he could spit out fire in the next second.The pure physical stimulation allowed him to regain his beating heart and soul, and made him feel that he was still alive.

He fell down on the sofa, white light kept shining in front of his eyes, he could vaguely see the bionic man who was torn into pieces by himself from his blurred vision, saw his calm and ruthless appearance, saw him being crushed in his hands The appearance of being forced to disassemble and the blood flowing all over the ground, and the appearance of seeing the LED light on his forehead flashing red.This scene is not scary, but instead makes Joshua feel the poignant beauty of death blooming in his hands.

"Damn..." he muttered under his breath. "Please, Joshua, forget about that thing, you idiot..."

But his words of self-hypnosis didn't seem to be of any use, the face that bored him so much and couldn't forget it still kept flashing back in front of him lingeringly.

"Fuck, how do you turn on this TV!" Joshua yelled angrily at the dangling bionic hallucination in front of him, and easily vented his anger on the innocent TV. "Turn on the bloody TV for me!"

His sudden outburst of sound startled Sumo, and he let out an aggrieved "Wow", weakly, as if he was the one who was sick.

The TV seemed to understand Joshua's words, and it actually turned on.

"Damn it..." Joshua threw the wine bottle to the other side of the sofa annoyed.Voice-activated TV, his brain is also burnt out, where did the remote control of the voice-activated TV come from, he was simply an idiot just now.

As a result, when he looked at what was playing on the TV, he regretted throwing his wine bottle away, so now he had nothing to throw at the TV.

The news about bionics was playing again on TV—the last thing Joshua wanted to see, or even hated.

"Currently, with the emergence of more and more abnormal bionics, there are more and more crimes involving abnormal bionics. Model Control Life said that it has established contact with the police and will find out the reasons for the appearance of abnormal bionics as soon as possible. And completely solve this unstable factor. Model Control Life said that under normal circumstances, the probability of changes in bionics is extremely low, and most of them are due to receiving too intense external stimuli, such as anger, anxiety or fear... "

Joshua's movement to pick up the wine bottle stopped.

He turned his head to look at the TV, trying to keep his vision clear, but the more he tried to focus, the further away the voices drifted away from him.He felt like he was covered with a glass cover, and he couldn't hear the outside world clearly.

"Too intense external stimulation..." he repeated in a low voice.

There was a sound of opening the door from the entrance, followed by Hank's voice: "Joshua? You finally... you fucking drunk!?"

The whole room smelled of whiskey spilled on the ground, and Hank could smell it as soon as he smelled it. He was furious and rolled up his sleeves, wanting to beat someone up.

"Hank?" Joshua looked in the direction of the voice, and when he turned around, he saw an angry face.His chaotic brain suddenly started to work quickly, and his desire to survive made him immediately come up with an excuse: "Please, it's good to sweat all over when you're sick. I don't drink because I can go faster..."

"Fart, have a high fever and drink alcohol and find reasons... I will do what I say today, take off my pants!" Hank roared ferociously.

"...Don't." Thinking of the post-it note on the refrigerator threatening to use suppositories, Joshua's whole body trembled. "No, just give me some ibuprofen...Wow, old man, stop the fuck! Take advantage of others!"

In the end, under the struggle of Joshua, who had a strong desire to survive, Hank's suppository still failed to enter the place where it should enter.

After a fierce battle, both of them collapsed on the sofa out of breath, and Sumo stared at him in confusion, not knowing what kind of strange game these two were playing.

"What's wrong with you?" After panting for a while, Hank turned his head to look at Joshua who was lying on the sofa as if asleep.

"What's wrong with me..." Joshua barely opened his eyes and asked in a daze.

"You are young, smoking, drinking, gambling and fighting, and you don't stop when you are sick. If you are really my grandson, I will take you out of here with a belt, and don't care if you are sick or you will die." Hank His expression was very serious, he was not joking.

"...It's different today, Hank." Joshua sat up from the sofa and sighed. He didn't know how to explain to Hank that he was actually "lost in love". "By the way, that night..."

He still doesn't know the continuation of that night. After Hank found him, he seemed to fall asleep, and when he woke up, he returned to Hank's house.

"Oh..." Hank's eyes moved from Joshua's face to the TV, and he shook his head with a complicated expression. "It was a mess that night and I don't know what happened to this day."

The bloody scene in that dark rainy night was like hell.The scene was so shocking that Hank hadn't been able to fully dispel its impact until now.

After speaking, he stared at Joshua again, and asked seriously, "Joshua, tell me, did you kill Connor?"

That kind of destruction can be called devastating. Except for Joshua, a violent maniac, Hank can't think of anyone else who would do such a bloody thing.Even though the android's blood was blue, and Hank was used to all sorts of murder scenes, the scene still had a pretty big impact on him.

The name "Connor" made Joshua's scalp explode, and he felt a golden star appeared in front of his eyes again: "Didn't it tell you?"

"It..." Hearing this pronoun, Hank gave Joshua a weird look, and then changed the word in the next sentence: "He came back to my office this morning to sort out some and abnormal bionics. Regarding related cases, I asked him how he died, but he didn’t answer me directly, he only said that it was a normal injury during the execution of the mission. Hell, I really didn’t see where the “normal” was at all. That way."

Joshua was stunned when he heard that, he didn't answer, and his confused mind began to work hard.

Why didn't Connor tell Hank the truth?That night, Connor had clearly completed the task of hunting down the abnormal bionic man, and Joshua did not kill him until after he had completed the task. It stands to reason that this cannot be regarded as a normal injury during the task at all, but was killed by someone. vandalism.

As a robot, Connor shouldn't be able to tell lies by himself.So why on earth did he hide the truth?

Joshua's behavior is obviously not normal, which makes Hank even more confused.He frowned and asked, "Damn it, Joshua, what are you hiding from me?"

Joshua rubbed his swollen temples, and said as calmly as possible: "I didn't intend to hide it from you. I did kill Connor."

This sentence was actually not too unexpected to Hank, he guessed it more or less, but hearing Joshua admit it himself was different from his own guess.

Hank stood up from the sofa when he heard the words, looked at Joshua in disbelief, and asked in a low voice, "Joshua, what the hell happened to you?"

He even began to wonder whether the person in front of him, who was out of line in both behavior and psychology, had some kind of mental illness.There was so much that happened that night that Hank finds it eerie in retrospect.Whether it's Joshua kissing Connor, or him killing Connor in that way, it doesn't look like something a normal human being would do.

"I don't know, Hank... Maybe I'm crazy." Joshua said dejectedly.

"You tell me clearly, or I'll send you to a mental hospital." Hank looked a little heavy.

"Ah...that's pretty good too. Many people want to go but can't." Joshua's foul-mouthed behavior happened again, and he suddenly started talking nonsense with a smile on his face.

"It seems that you have a severe fever. I should give you some medicine." Hank was expressionless.

Thinking of Hank's failure to insert the suppository just now, Joshua immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to be mean.

"I think... I might be in love with him," Joshua said.

……

His tone was quite calm, as calm as if he was saying "I might be hungry", as if it wasn't a big deal at all.

"Oh, so it's...who?" Hank was about to sigh that youth is so beautiful, when he suddenly realized that something was wrong, he was taken aback. When the last "who" asked, his tone changed so much that he felt Very stiff.

"Connor." Joshua's tone was still very flat, which made Hank inexplicably hear Connor's sense of sight.As if no matter how puzzling and shocking it may seem to you, it doesn't matter to them at all.

Hank and Joshua stared at each other for a long time. One pair of eyes was filled with bewilderment and shock, but the other pair of eyes did not show much emotion. It was even a bit bitter when you looked closely.

"You...Jesus Christ!" Hank sat down on the sofa, and he didn't know what words to use to express his feelings at this moment. "Damn it, you've only met once!"

"Actually... two sides." Joshua said with a wry smile. "But it's about the same."

"He...he's a bionic!" And it's a male bionic!

"So what..." Joshua said in a rather indifferent tone.

Hank choked for a moment, and found that he really didn't look very good, although it sounded strange, but...Although Hank never admitted it on the surface, he did think that Connor, a cold-looking guy, was actually pretty good.

"Then why did you kill him?" Hank suddenly realized that something was wrong, and looked at Joshua with a frown.

"I..." Joshua looked up at the ceiling. "I'm losing my mind, that's my problem."

"What the hell happened that night?"

"..." Joshua was silent for a long while, and then sorted out the events of that night in his mind: "He killed those two Tracis. Those two girls let me know for the first time that the bionic man There can be love. You know, they're a couple."

"Then Connor told me that their relationship was just a product of a programming error..."

"I was aware of my feelings for Connor, and I was thinking maybe Connor would have the same feelings, if not for me. But he broke my fantasy with his own hands, telling me he was just a machine, he No feelings."

"So I went crazy, and when I calmed down, I realized what I had done."

Hank listened to him quietly, sitting beside him without saying a word.After Joshua finished speaking, he sighed: "Then what are you going to do now? Give up?"

"..." Joshua looked at the ceiling, as if lost in thought, and sat up after a long time, showing his usual naughty smile.

"Of course I won't give up."

"Then what are you going to do? Go tell him directly?"

Joshua looked at the TV that was broadcasting news about the case of the abnormal bionic person, and leaned lazily on the sofa, his tone was firm but hides the creepy fanaticism: "I will find a way to make him into an abnormal bionic person of."

—if "too intense external stimuli" is the point.

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