HN100 #313-937-105-41

(The original HN100 ask/rp blog || Main blog is @earthnicity) After stupidly dying on a case one day, my brain was basically shoved into a cunt shaped robot. If you have any questions, please ask. I might answer the not stupid ones.

[android-de-vices]

🎶"Do you love me? (I can really chat) Do you love me? (I'm a friendly cat) Ah, do you love me? (Do you love me?) Now that we can bond (Bond) Whether it's silly talks or memes beyond, our friendship has spawned! 🎶"

What kind of drugs are they giving you kids nowadays?

[midnyte-muses]

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I dunno what the fuck you are, but you need to back off. This is what I get for drinking too fuckin' much...

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Decided to take on a new OOC face, and will be incorporating icons into rp where applicable. I know I've not been active in any capacity here in years, but hopefully I can get this blog back up to its former "glory." I do miss this AU. Might pick a different ooc pic, tho. We'll see.

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Papito, do you love me. Kiki, are you riding?

Whut?

[android-de-vices]

🎶"Do you love me? (I can really chat) Do you love me? (I'm a friendly cat) Ah, do you love me? (Do you love me?) Now that we can bond (Bond) Whether it's silly talks or memes beyond, our friendship has spawned! 🎶"

What kind of drugs are they giving you kids nowadays?

[julientel]

smol good boi

[urfavhatesterfs]

YOU hates terfs

[switchingtogeico]

[captainhaterade]

[stankpasta]

rb if u hates terfs

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Since You’ve Awakened Him Again

It has been a long four years. So long that.. it didn’t even feel like four years came and went. To Lieutenant Cher Sullivan, this was the greatest truth. After the death of her friend, Lieutenant Hank Anderson, she inevitably began to blame his partner at the time - an Android name’s Connor. Connor? He was a sweet kid, did his best. And while Hank’s death was completely out of Connor’s control, she blamed him anyway. Connor had been working with CyberLife to.. reanimate Hank in a way. By some means, they were able to harvest his memories - at least some, and implant them into a microchip that they then inserted into the Mind Palace of a cold and lifeless shell designed to look like Hank in every way. Down to his scars and tattoos. Down to every last scruff of hair on his face. And the model was called HN100. And today, Cher was to meet him. At least, she didn’t know that. As far as she knew, her job today was to bitch at everyone to get to work, stay organized and live to fight another day.

(( So my notifications don't work apparently and I never saw this. Idk when this was submitted, but... This is my response, if you ever want to get into it. @eskels-goat-wife ))

Hank was made aware of his situation. He was Cyberlife's newest model, designated model number HN100 #313-937-105-41. The Human Neurogenic line was supposed to be Cyberlife's first dive into Neural-mapping. 'The true Fountain of Youth', he was told. With these fully custom android shells, humans could truly live forever... Except he was told he was their first real field test. Equipped with less than half of the memories he was supposed to have, Hank was very much a shell of his human counterpart's living self... When he was alive. One thing he remembered was his favorite leather jacket, and his job. Hank Anderson had been a Lieutenant of the Detroit Police Department... So that was exactly where he was headed. And he was fully prepared to give Connor a piece of his mind in regards to the unauthorized tampering with his human brain.

[ffxkay]

Congratulations!

You reached the bedrock after u scrolled ur feed so deep.

[stankystarthang]

I love this post bc mutuals will reblog this and itll be like. 3 posts from the top

[mothmansjuicymetalass]

Superflat world

[plumped-up-furrys-deactivated20]

2nd post i saw lol

[thegaymertrainer]

This guy is really going to regret sitting down with Jon

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GUESS WHO'S BACK ASSHOLES

[kianmaydelcam]

Gavin: “Phck!”

Connor to Hank: “I don’t think he knows how to say fuck.”

Hank: *spits out coffee* I didn’t know you could even cuss

[melexistwastaken]

At a stake-out

Gavin: You ever wondered what it would be like to be the product of incest?

Hank: no, what the fuck?

Connor: I have not, but if i did, I’d go straight to you for insight on that topic, detective reed

[hypergutz]

speaking systems down

connor: lieutenant, my speaking systems are doooownnn-

hank: speak to me connor, speak to me!

connor: ajdhfkjdhgsdfg

hank: connor, what's my favourite show?!

connor: tutant meenage neetle teetles

hank: *has to go to the hospital from a busted gut from laughing too hard*

[rosalineart]

my knowledge of English does not allow me to convey the essence verbatim

H: - Get in the car, Connor, we don’t have much time.

C: - I’m afraid the Cyberlife won’t like it.

H: - I’m afraid, I don’t give a shit.

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H: Get in loser, we're going Detecting.

C: Cyberlife isn't gonna be happy if-

H: Don't give a fuck.

[androidtrash800]

*RK900 and Connor lose Hank and Gavin in a crowd*

RK900: Shit. What we do???

Connor: Start quoting a vine.

RK900: What???

Connor: *yells* and they were rommmates!

Hank and Gavin: OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES!

[thatoneplumpjuicytomato]

Markus: Congratulations, Connor, you are now a deviant. What will you do now?

Connor: Can Lieutenant Anderson be my dad now?

Markus: …sure?

Kamski: Call him Daddy, he’ll like that even better.

[scratchmann]

Person, who is at hanks home for a Reason™: since when have you got a roomba? And why is there a butter knife duct taped on it?

Hank, without looking up from his paper: Connor got killed, and they have to make another body bc he dies so freakin much, so his mind is in that rn

Person: oh…Kay… And the butter knife?

Hank: *flips to next page* he wanted a weapon

Roomba Connor: *runs into their freakin ankle*