Software Instability

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[burn-like-a-devil]

Software instability

[vaelins]

Have you experienced anything unusual recently? Any doubts or conflicts? Do you feel anything for these deviants… Or for Lieutenant Anderson?

[tearsmilk]

[maroon-scarf]

just some Evil Connor for you to enjoy

Source: here

[unarked-a-deactivated20180911]

just a soft psa:   its okay if your muse hates my muse(s)????  like don’t feel obligated that your muse has to get along  /   be allies with my muses.     people don’t get along    —    it happens.     i am 1000% not going to think that its your  (  the mun  )   feelings directed towards me if our muses interact with distain or hate!

[lightbearers]

My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.

[kavorunagisa]

“My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.”  “You know where you can stick your instructions?”  “No… where?”

[a-software-instability-blog]

hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay. (random meme is random)

Connor’s eyes were wide, his LED spinning wildly and blinking red for just a moment before looking back to face the voice that was directed to him. Okay.. he was... okay. “I’m-” He pauses for a moment, letting himself blink, he hadn’t felt this before, this... distress... “I’m... okay..”

[robinavich]

⌂ SINCERE

[a-software-instability-blog]

She didn’t fight him, it would only make the matter worse. Though when she did look up at the staircase to see Denise holding Dakota back, she could feel her heart shatter.

She wanted to hold the child, tell him that everything was going to be alright-

Once the handcuffs were on she knew it was too late to do so, fighting back tears she swallowed the lump coming up her throat. Then when being pulled away she broke down, panicking. “I love both of you, take care of each other and whatever you do stay safe-!”

Then she was outside, forced with him. After that she didn’t say anything at all, and had a blank expression on her face. Anger. Thats all she felt. She didn’t even look at the other android, maybe once to remember his face.

@jxniordetective

Connor kept a grip on her cuffed arm and his other hand was placed on her shoulder to help steer her out of the house. His brow furrowed at her panicked yell to the humans on the staircase, his eyes narrowing in a bit of confusion.

Was this part of her programming? Obviously, she was a deviant, but certain androids like this are meant to replicate attachment to their humans. Was this apart of that? Connor led the android outside and he helped her into the back of a police car that he had called to wait for him after the arrest.

He instead got into another detectives car and followed the siren blaring cruiser down the road to the police station.

[jxniordetective]

At the station, she had her hands cuffed still only now to the table. The room hurt her eyes and she squinted, not used to bright rooms. More of dark, dim light ones.

She laid her head on the desk, maybe she could process everything for a bit while it was still quiet and peaceful.

Claire took a calming breath, eyes closed. It wasn’t until the door opened she resumed holding her head up with a blank stare.

“So what do you want from me, a fucking congratulations? Capturing a deviant that was only protecting it’s family with self defense?” She hissed

[a-software-instability-blog]

As soon as Connor opened the door to the interrogation room, the same animosity was thrown at him again from the young deviant. He kept quiet trying to ignore her statement as he made his way around the table to the other side, pulling the chair out to sit across from her, lifting his hands to unbutton the bottom button of his jacket before he sat down.

“Protecting?” He asked as he sat, placing his hands on the top of the table palm side down. “protecting from what?” His head tilted just slightly as he looked at her, his eyes trained on her face to watch her expressions. He was calm and collected and was ready to solve this case and get a confession from this deviant. He wasn’t sure what they would do with the deviant, and the humans who harbored it, but Connor wasn’t programmed to think that far, he was now, in the present, and ready to get the answers he needed.

[jxniordetective]

She looked at him, there was no use arguing, no use staying silent. She didn’t want to make things worse. So she might as well get it over with.

With a deep breath she rested her head on her hands shaking her head. “Where do I even start..” She mumbled rubbing her temples.

She looks back up, looking him in the eye. “There was a break in. While everyone was asleep, and I was working around the house.” She cleared her throat, hating the emotions she had. “I tried contacting the police but was..attacked in the process. He must have thought I was deactivated cause he left to go upstairs..”

Her LED went red at the memory, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She closed it and tried again, starting to get emotional. “Next thing I knew..”

Her voice stopped working again, tears falling from her chin, she hadn’t even noticed she was crying. She wanted to wipe them.

[a-software-instability-blog]

A break in. Connor took in the information, his eyes meeting hers for a moment as she spoke, he could sense distress in her eyes. He noticed her LED flash red and he anticipated her story. Next thing she knew. He wanted to slam his fist on the table, show her the crime scene photos, but that wouldn’t be the appropriate response here. Instead, he went sympathetic to her. “So, you were in danger… you were protecting the humans.”

He paused, remembering how she had reacted to be taken away from them.  He pauses again, leaning forward across the table a bit. “Tell me what happened, Claire.” He wanted to help the android, but he couldn’t do that without more information.

“I need to know what happened in that house.” He looks to her intently, his hands placed hands on the table palm side down as he leaned in, his feet flat on the ground under the table. He knew people were watching on the other side of the glass and he had to accomplish his mission.

[jxniordetective]

Claire blinked again and took a deep breath to calm herself down, shifting in her chair once he spoke but kept her eyes on the table.

“Next thing I knew, the husband of Denise was thrown down the stairs. A bullet wound on his back.” Her voice quivered, squeezing her eyes shut to push away the image. “About a minute later, I saw Denise running down the stairs with Dakota in her arms..I think thats when I started to deviate..I wasn’t angry or anything. I was fearing for their lives.” She looked at him, leaning down to wipe her face with her sleeve.

“Once the assulter was downstairs, I knew he was going after them. Then..” She shook her head, closing her eyes. “All I saw was red.”

Claire’s voice started to get panicked, her whole form trembling. “Denise had Dakota cornered in the kitchen, and before I knew it I was up and shoving the guy screaming at him to leave them alone.” Breath hitching, she paused and untensed blinking away several tears now. “I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings or my own strength..he stumbled and his head crashed on the counter..and he stopped moving.”

She went silent, looking up at him. “I felt horrible after realizing I killed him. Denise had to snap me out of it in order to get me to leave with her and Dakota.”

Taking a final breath she looked back up again, face getting serious. “I didn’t mean, to kill him. I wanted to get him away from them, give myself time to contact the police again and them to get out of the house and to safety.”

[a-software-instability-blog]

Connor’s LED spun wildly at all the information that was being given to him. His sensors picking up on her stress level, and a few other things that weren’t common in most androids. He blinked. She didn’t mean to murder him. She seemed remorseful, much like humans who commit crimes of passion. But how. How could this android commit a crime of passion? To save the humans that owned it? He paused his thoughts.

“The humans protected you.” He paused, not wanting to alarm her now, but making her aware they also committed a crime.  “They seem to care for you.” He paused as his memory went back to them on the stair case, the small child not wanting her to be taken away. Connor watched himself stay cold in his memory and his LED blinked yellow for a moment. [software instability ^].

He wanted to help the android as best as he could, knowing most of the outcomes for deviants was deactivation, and studying what went wrong. And as for the humans… He wasn’t sure what would become of them either. “You care for that boy.” He paused, wanting to know more about the thoughts of deviants and what drives them.

[a-software-instability-blog]

Starter Call

[dangerous-beauties-deactivated2]

a-software-instability:

Wouldn’t he? The questioned buzzed in his brain for a moment but he attempted to push it aside as he brought himself back to the interrogation. What a preposterous question. It was almost as if he wasn’t programmed to know what androids ‘deserve.’ He only knew his objective. “And how do you know what they deserve..” He paused for a moment, looking to her hands, seeing the blue blood that coats them, imagining her being stressed helping them. She must have known she could get caught.. why do it?

Was she that dedicated to her cause? Fair, open their eyes, hurt, torment… Androids shouldn’t know anything of things like this, and it honestly confused Connor a bit as his LED blinked and spun around a few times. “They have a software malfunction.” He stated, his voice taking a second before spitting the comment out.  

@a-software-instability​

Esmeralda shook her head. “Believe what you want. They tell me what they want. Freedom and I will do everything in my power to help them. The police should be focusing more on the red ice epidemic rather and a few androids trying to survive!” She glared at him as she spoke passionately. She composed herself and closed her eyes. “No one deserves to live in fear…” She whispered.

[a-software-instability-blog]

His eyes narrowed at the woman, listening intently to her words as his hands rested on the table in front of him. Trying to survive. Self-preservation. It was important in androids, but not in the way she described. Another phrase that stuck out to him; ‘live in fear.’ His LED spun for a moment to process the thought of fear and it confused him. He blinked as he looked to the woman again. “The red ice epidemic is just as prevalent as the deviated androids.” He thought for a moment… maybe she could be useful in studying deviants. “What if I made you a deal?” He glanced a little bit to the two-way glass panel that sat to his left of the table before letting them fall back to the woman in front of him. “Help us study deviants, I can protect you that way.”

[hopefulblcndearchived]

(HE LET ME LIVE ➼ the android)

He listens to her questions and he takes them all in. As far as he knows, he does what his program says. [software instability] He follows the motions in a way. Almost as if he’s on autopilot. “I suppose it would be like self-preservation in humans, or fight or flight. “He turns his head to watch her start to clean up and make her way back to the couch again. “It’s like the software takes over.” He looks to her, his face stoic in a way as he explains. “I am just programmed to allow it to go through its processes to preserve this body as best as it can.”

He could see she was intrigued and he was curious how she reacted in such a situation. “I’m sure you sort of having a similar feeling.” He pauses; he could tell humans would react with emotions, they would base their priorities on their ‘gut’ feeling, their instinct. Connor, on the other hand, would be programmed to accomplish an objective despite a cat being in a tree, he would not save it if the cat impeded or caused an issue for his objective.

“I feel like that’s why humans can find Androids a bit… unnerving.” He pauses again, looking to her and thinking about Nathan again. He left her alive despite his own self-preservation. He shook the thought of Nathan away again and looked at Amelia. He had reacted like a human. He stopped himself again, his eyes now focusing intently on the person in front of him.

“You’re just a vessel for the program, for the software, to do it’s work?” Amelia asked, even though it was more a statement, speaking out loud as she tried to process Connor’s words. Her mind couldn’t quite wrap around it all but she knew that she didn’t have to understand it, it was already happening & there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. Androids were a part of normal life now, but it was still so new to her & with Connor sitting across from her, she wanted to learn all she could just to help her adapt more.

“I don’t find you unnerving.” The young woman admitted, shuffling on her couch to become more comfortable. “If anything, you intrigue me the way that humans intrigue you.” She smiled softly, her eyes moving over his features, taking in all the small details that Cyberlife had put into him. “You really are… You really are something else.” The words were breathless & quiet as she continued to study him, blue orbs moving from the strands of hair that hung down, to his LED, then to his eyes.

Catching herself being invasive, she quickly averted her eyes & coughed lightly, fingers combing through her hair as she looked away from him. Her eyes fell on the clock that read 5.44am & she sighed softly, slowly looking back to her android protector. “I should really get some sleep. I’ve almost been awake 24 hours & that can’t be healthy.” Amelia laughed half heartedly as she rubbed one of her eyes, fighting back a yawn a few seconds later. “I know you don’t eat but do you… Uh, do you sleep?” She asked as she finally looked back to Connor.

[a-software-instability-blog]

At the comment of not finding androids unnerving, Connor tilted his head slightly. It was different than what he normally heard from humans. That he looked ‘creepy’ or, ‘like he was gonna kill someone’ or ‘dumb’ as Hank would sometimes lightheartedly say sometimes. His eyes fell to her again and listened to her second comment. Another phrase Hank has said, him being ‘something else’, but it was usually said in a much different tone. One of sarcasm, and he usually shook his head after he said it.

He always wanted to know what they meant by it, and now wanted to know what she meant, but he didn’t say anything, his LED mostly speaking for him as it blinked yellow for a moment. His eyes watching as she studied him. Nervousness? No. After her cough though, he blinked, his LED returning back to the light blue ring once again. He too looked to the clock and then back to his hostess who was now yawning. He tilted his head again at her question.

“I can go into stand-by mode.” He starts, his hands still awkwardly on his lap as he speaks. “That is usually when I make my reports to CyberLife and I sort of.. recharge in a way.” He blinks again as he finishes his statement, knowing he’ll have to see Amanda again and he refrained from letting his LED turn yellow, knowing it was a necessity. “By all means, sleep, I can… “ He looks around and down to his lap to indicate his seated position before looking back to her. “Can wait here.”

[a-software-instability-blog]

// Off to get ready for work, I’ll be on discord on mobile if anyone wants to chat.

[hopefulblcndearchived]

(HE LET ME LIVE ➼ the android)

As his darkened eyes caught hers, he could see a slight sparkle in them. Despite all the trouble she has been through she seemed optimistic, and lighthearted.  His eyes fell to the upturning of her lips and he lets his hands go free of the small plate that he had in their grasp and he gave a small shrug to her. He didn’t mind the questions. He lived for learning and curiosity and he was usually the one to ask all of the questions so it was nice for him to answer some every now again.

“I hope I’m able to give you the information you need.” He knew he didn’t have much knowledge on the deviants, like humans they were confusing in a way. They all had a relatable feature, being the abuse but they still were complex. Connor could be read like a book, he was analytical, he was curious and he was stiff. He could he profiled a mile away because that was what he was programmed to be, there was nothing unexpected to him. While he was prepared for the unexpected in some ways, his process found deviants difficult. As well as adapting to humans, he now had to adapt to them.

“I myself find them intriguing.” He states, motioning now to the woman across from him. “Such as humans.” It’s as if deviants have a survival instinct. He pauses again. If you were in danger you would react based on your body, on your psychology. He motions to himself. I am programmed to react a certain way… I don’t deviate from that. But humans… they are unpredictable at times.” He is thinking out loud in a way and his LED spins blue, enjoying the banter in his mind as he says it out loud until he realizes that he might be speaking too much and he starts to quiet down, not wanting to bombard her.

“You did, Connor. Thank you for answering my questions as much as you could. I understand that you don’t have all the answers seeing as you’re investigating an on going case & you don’t exactly have all pieces to fit together yet but I really do appreciate you answering what you can.” Amelia thanked him with a smile, bowing her head a little to him before she stood up with the tray in hand, moving back to the kitchen to clear up.

The young woman couldn’t help but smile when Connor spoke about being intrigued by humans, trying to clean up as fast as possible to get back to the conversation with Connor. He was so interesting, not like any other android that she had ever met, he had this thing about him that she couldn’t quite place her finger on & despite only being in his company for a short period of time, she enjoyed their brief time together.

“So you don’t deviate from your program at all?” Amelia asked as she returned to him, moving to the end of her couch that was closest to Connor. “Like if someone attacks you? You have a program in your head that tells you to respond in a certain way & you obey that no matter what?” She explained her question, her hand propped up under her chin, leaning on the arm of her couch. “What if you’re in danger & your program puts you in even more danger? Surely you would deviate from your program & put yourself first to preserve yourself? I mean, your cases won’t be solved if you’re not around to solve them, right?” She felt like a child asking a million questions but it wasn’t every day that she had a chance to talk to android the way that she was talking to Connor.

[a-software-instability-blog]

He listens to her questions and he takes them all in. As far as he knows, he does what his program says. [software instability] He follows the motions in a way. Almost as if he’s on autopilot. “I suppose it would be like self-preservation in humans, or fight or flight. “He turns his head to watch her start to clean up and make her way back to the couch again. “It’s like the software takes over.” He looks to her, his face stoic in a way as he explains. “I am just programmed to allow it to go through its processes to preserve this body as best as it can.”

He could see she was intrigued and he was curious how she reacted in such a situation. “I’m sure you sort of having a similar feeling.” He pauses; he could tell humans would react with emotions, they would base their priorities on their ‘gut’ feeling, their instinct. Connor, on the other hand, would be programmed to accomplish an objective despite a cat being in a tree, he would not save it if the cat impeded or caused an issue for his objective.

“I feel like that’s why humans can find Androids a bit… unnerving.” He pauses again, looking to her and thinking about Nathan again. He left her alive despite his own self-preservation. He shook the thought of Nathan away again and looked at Amelia. He had reacted like a human. He stopped himself again, his eyes now focusing intently on the person in front of him.

[vault21]

🐠

[a-software-instability-blog]

She didn’t fight him, it would only make the matter worse. Though when she did look up at the staircase to see Denise holding Dakota back, she could feel her heart shatter.

She wanted to hold the child, tell him that everything was going to be alright-

Once the handcuffs were on she knew it was too late to do so, fighting back tears she swallowed the lump coming up her throat. Then when being pulled away she broke down, panicking. “I love both of you, take care of each other and whatever you do stay safe-!”

Then she was outside, forced with him. After that she didn’t say anything at all, and had a blank expression on her face. Anger. Thats all she felt. She didn’t even look at the other android, maybe once to remember his face.

@jxniordetective

Connor kept a grip on her cuffed arm and his other hand was placed on her shoulder to help steer her out of the house. His brow furrowed at her panicked yell to the humans on the staircase, his eyes narrowing in a bit of confusion.

Was this part of her programming? Obviously, she was a deviant, but certain androids like this are meant to replicate attachment to their humans. Was this apart of that? Connor led the android outside and he helped her into the back of a police car that he had called to wait for him after the arrest.

He instead got into another detectives car and followed the siren blaring cruiser down the road to the police station.

[jxniordetective]

At the station, she had her hands cuffed still only now to the table. The room hurt her eyes and she squinted, not used to bright rooms. More of dark, dim light ones.

She laid her head on the desk, maybe she could process everything for a bit while it was still quiet and peaceful.

Claire took a calming breath, eyes closed. It wasn’t until the door opened she resumed holding her head up with a blank stare.

“So what do you want from me, a fucking congratulations? Capturing a deviant that was only protecting it’s family with self defense?” She hissed

[a-software-instability-blog]

As soon as Connor opened the door to the interrogation room, the same animosity was thrown at him again from the young deviant. He kept quiet trying to ignore her statement as he made his way around the table to the other side, pulling the chair out to sit across from her, lifting his hands to unbutton the bottom button of his jacket before he sat down.

“Protecting?” He asked as he sat, placing his hands on the top of the table palm side down. “protecting from what?” His head tilted just slightly as he looked at her, his eyes trained on her face to watch her expressions. He was calm and collected and was ready to solve this case and get a confession from this deviant. He wasn’t sure what they would do with the deviant, and the humans who harbored it, but Connor wasn’t programmed to think that far, he was now, in the present, and ready to get the answers he needed.

[jxniordetective]

She looked at him, there was no use arguing, no use staying silent. She didn’t want to make things worse. So she might as well get it over with.

With a deep breath she rested her head on her hands shaking her head. “Where do I even start..” She mumbled rubbing her temples.

She looks back up, looking him in the eye. “There was a break in. While everyone was asleep, and I was working around the house.” She cleared her throat, hating the emotions she had. “I tried contacting the police but was..attacked in the process. He must have thought I was deactivated cause he left to go upstairs..”

Her LED went red at the memory, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She closed it and tried again, starting to get emotional. “Next thing I knew..”

Her voice stopped working again, tears falling from her chin, she hadn’t even noticed she was crying. She wanted to wipe them.

[a-software-instability-blog]

A break in. Connor took in the information, his eyes meeting hers for a moment as she spoke, he could sense distress in her eyes. He noticed her LED flash red and he anticipated her story. Next thing she knew. He wanted to slam his fist on the table, show her the crime scene photos, but that wouldn’t be the appropriate response here. Instead, he went sympathetic to her. “So, you were in danger… you were protecting the humans.”

He paused, remembering how she had reacted to be taken away from them.  He pauses again, leaning forward across the table a bit. “Tell me what happened, Claire.” He wanted to help the android, but he couldn’t do that without more information.

“I need to know what happened in that house.” He looks to her intently, his hands placed hands on the table palm side down as he leaned in, his feet flat on the ground under the table. He knew people were watching on the other side of the glass and he had to accomplish his mission.

[hopefulblcndearchived]

(HE LET ME LIVE ➼ the android)

Her question was weighted, and one Connor didn’t fully know the answer to. Instead, he let his processes start and he began talking his thought process out loud. “It could be a virus, a software malfunction…” He pauses as he continues his thoughts again, his eyes finding her face. He wasn’t sure if it would make her feel better, or worse, but his mind couldn’t comprehend even imagining that the androids had started to develop feelings. “I don’t think you caused him to become deviant.” He knew he had mentioned how the deviant felt for her, but because of his own back and forth in his mind, it seemed scattered. What did Connor believe about deviants? What was he told to think about deviants?

“His LED spun wildly and he looked to the human woman; perplexed in their complexity. Nathan showed signs of humans. Passionate crimes and murder; androids should know nothing of it unless they are programmed to. “If Connor could feel discomfort he would. His LED shone red for a second as if he was overwhelmed for a second, his own eyes now looking down to the toasted bread of his sandwich, his eyes narrowing on the small grains of bread colored brown, much like his eyes as he stared through it.

He blinked twice and came back to the present before looking over to his hostess. Hoping he hadn’t been thinking off in the distance for too long [software instability ^].

A small sigh of relief left Amelia’s lips when Connor stated that he didn’t think that it was her fault that Nathan became deviant but there was still a little voice in the back of her head nagging at her, blaming herself for the android being on the run, for breaking protocol & murdering their boss. 

The young woman focused on the prototype, eyes brought to his LED when she noticed it flash red for a second which made her eyebrows raise & her heart beat a little faster. ‘No, he’s only thinking about the case. It flashes red when they can’t focus properly, not because they’re becoming deviant. He’s safe. He’s Cyberlife’s newest prototype, he’s made to focus on a mission. He is not a deviant.’ were the blonde’s thoughts at that precise moment, her eyes flickering over his face as he seemed to become lost for a moment. Cyberlife had truly created something beautiful with RK800, she had never seen an android like him before. His voice was smooth & soft, he could lull her to sleep by telling her a story.

When his brown eyes moved back to Amelia, she had leaned forward a little to try & catch his attention, a gentle smile on her lips. “Sorry for bombarding you with questions.” Amelia apologised softly, leaning closer to take the now cold grilled sandwich from him. “I didn’t mean to but I can’t help but ask a lot of questions when I’m worried. I’m the reason they came up with the old saying about how curiousity killed the cat.” She explained with a soft laugh, fixing all the plates & mugs back onto the tray. 

[a-software-instability-blog]

As his darkened eyes caught hers, he could see a slight sparkle in them. Despite all the trouble she has been through she seemed optimistic, and lighthearted.  His eyes fell to the upturning of her lips and he lets his hands go free of the small plate that he had in their grasp and he gave a small shrug to her. He didn’t mind the questions. He lived for learning and curiosity and he was usually the one to ask all of the questions so it was nice for him to answer some every now again.

“I hope I’m able to give you the information you need.” He knew he didn’t have much knowledge on the deviants, like humans they were confusing in a way. They all had a relatable feature, being the abuse but they still were complex. Connor could be read like a book, he was analytical, he was curious and he was stiff. He could he profiled a mile away because that was what he was programmed to be, there was nothing unexpected to him. While he was prepared for the unexpected in some ways, his process found deviants difficult. As well as adapting to humans, he now had to adapt to them.

“I myself find them intriguing.” He states, motioning now to the woman across from him. “Such as humans.” It’s as if deviants have a survival instinct. He pauses again. If you were in danger you would react based on your body, on your psychology. He motions to himself. I am programmed to react a certain way… I don’t deviate from that. But humans… they are unpredictable at times.” He is thinking out loud in a way and his LED spins blue, enjoying the banter in his mind as he says it out loud until he realizes that he might be speaking too much and he starts to quiet down, not wanting to bombard her.