Connor smokes, got filed away in the newly formed Connor Anderson section of the android's memory before the mechanical man extended a quick hand and lifted the ashtray away to reveal some previously obstructed markings marring a paper that had rested half underneath the weighty item. The ink stains that appeared to be nothing more than cut off streaks before proved no more useful to the electronic policeman now than they did a moment ago when nearly invisible under Connor's ashtray. All the paper turned out to be was a printed out game of Sudoku.

The numbered board was only half solved but was scribbled angrily over with thick, lashing lines so that very little of what was once written there was visible now. Still though, HK800 was able to identify exactly where the player had made a mistake through the sprawling lines of ink blotting out the game board. Though it wasn't truly very difficult when two number fours in the same line were circled exactly 28 times. Nor was it all that difficult to quickly run through the given information and determine exactly where all the numbers should be placed to secure a successful game.

However, when the android thoughtfully turned the paper over, the exact same Sudoku board was there. It had obviously been painstakingly redrawn by hand as the lines were far from perfect and wavered where they crossed clumsily over one another in a shoddy excuse for the perfect grid they were attempting to replicate. The same numbers that had been given on the original playing board were still in their proper locations, though they were now surrounded by the correct numbers in the precise pattern HK800 had determined was needed. The android could pull no information from this discovery, but was disposed to assume the behavior spoke for some complex facet of Detective Anderson's personality the machine hadn't quite been programmed to understand.

The police prototype returned the Sudoku board to its original location and placed the ashtray back atop it as it had been before he'd moved it, leaving any evidence of his snooping invisible to the human eye and undetectable by any who may gaze upon the scene. The only other thing left unanalyzed on the overcrowded desk was the customary, company given, wide screened monitor currently presenting nothing more than a black screen. It sat untouched in a power saving sleep mode, reflecting back the world outside in its shut down screen like an emo mirror trying goth makeup for the first time and going far too heavy on the dark shades.

Despite the overall shadiness of the slightly blurred reflection, HK800 could easily make out his own aged features in the screen's reflective depths. His synthetic skin was pulled a tad bit loose to give the impression of the beginnings of wrinkles starting to tug at his face and a gray haired beard decorated his strong sculpted jaw, coming down past his chin but never going much farther than that. The android's fabricated hair was dyed a shimmering silver that glinted brilliantly in the fluorescent light of the police department even as it was pulled back into a short ponytail at the back of the machine's head. The sharp strands spiking valiantly out of the small hair tie in their relatively short length but never fell from the tight, sleek pull of the thing.

HK800 made to move the mouse sitting upon one of the few empty spaces valiantly fighting for their life against the papers and coffee mugs determined to rule over all. The machine paused only briefly to assess the remaining time before Connor arrived to be approximately 10.2 minutes and calculate that the computer would have time to go back to sleep and hide any evidence of his meddlings before Anderson showed up. The android twitched his finger briefly over the mouse, giving it the slightest jolt and bringing the screen blazing to life in a brilliant display of color that only looked all the more vibrant when contrasted with the pure, dead blackness that had existed there mere moments ago.

"10 hour Rick Roll!1!11!!!!" Read the Youtube video left open on the screen... HK800 should've left it at that.

But, despite being a wonder of technology with the processing power of a billion smartphones compiled into one body, HK800 decided it would be a good idea to press play, too intent on completing his given task of learning more about the absent detective to consider what the consequences of his action might actually be. Calculations in consideration, playing the video had a high probability (75.3% to be exact) of being a good opportunity to learn more about Connor, maybe give the android some insight on the man's interests and tastes.

It was, in short, a shit decision.

"Never gonna give you up!" Blared deafeningly from the computer at full volume, blasting through all the hushed conversations and minimal sounds of an office at work to shatter any semblance of quietness that had once existed there with a single fell swoop. The android frantically slammed his pointer finger roughly into the clicker of the mouse, the sleek plastic clacking angrily down in response to his touch and silencing the video before it could go on but it was already far too late.

Every eye in the office turned to gaze at the HK800 model android, some inquisitive, a few rarities actually bemused with a touch of sympathy (A few here meaning Chris Miller), but most just wearing a bored look of scornful disapproval. The robot's LED flickered red for a flash of a moment before cycling to yellow a pace and slowly reverting back to his usual stoic blue as the machine dropped his gaze and retreated a pace back from the horrendous computer, pausing to send it a pointed glare for all it had done to him. If HK800 had been human, he was sure he would've been embarrassed; but as it was, all the prototype felt was a sharp pang of disapproval for his own thoughtlessness.

"Well, I see someone fell into my Rick Roll trap." An amused chuckle sounded from behind the android, the voice vaguely familiar in the way it lilted through the man's sentence and carried a certain lightness to it on every word...

HK800 was just full of miscalculations today.