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"RA9... Only RA9 can save us..."
Independent Semi Selective RP Sideblog for various androids and humans from Detriot: Become Human || Deviated by Eli || Follows back from @connor-mark-ii
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He is also doing the same bone deep sorrowful sigh.
"Fuckin taxes..."
That's right...he had shambled into the kitchen to grab something to drink, and maybe force himself to eat something. He has no idea what time that was, or how long he had been out either...hopefully not that long. He quirked an eyebrow at 60, the logical response would have been to call him an ambulance, if he was found passed out in the kitchen for an undetermined amount of time. But...Connor chose not to call one? strange...either the android determined it was better not to, or there was a more...human reason for it.
"Worried? about me? Guess I can understand why, if I was out cold on the kitchen floor" He took notice of the android's face, how very much human he looked right now...was he really that worried about him? If 60 was a deviant, David wouldn't point it out...he was pretty sure the android may have been in denial of it. The human had suspected Connor was a deviant for a bit now, and that look confirmed it for him. "A little better then before I passed out, guessing my fever must have gone down a little" He paused, a defeated sigh escaping his lips "I guess I won't try that again anytime soon. Sorry for worrying you."
"Only a little. It's still too high for you to be up and moving about. If you need anything, I can get it for you. Here," he said, reaching over to the nightstand. There was a glass of water he'd grabbed for whenever David woke. "From my scans you may be suffering from mild dehydration."
Connor seemed to debate commenting on how worried he was. If David hadn't woken up, if he had died, the android isn't sure what would have happened. There was fear mixed with anxiety and relief. Part of him knew he would have self destructed, but he wasn't sure why. Was this just how irrational emotions could make oneself? Would shutting down really be better than living without this human?
Part of him thought so.
60 shook his head. "I probably should have called for an ambulance... I don't know why I thought this would be any better. Logic dictates that would have been the best course of action. And yet I didn't. Strange, isn't it?"
"Understood, we won't move you until Doc can stop or slow the bleeding" He nodded towards the medic, getting a nod in return before turning his attention to the android fully. David looked at the hole in Connor's side....a wound like that on a human would have more then likely, taken them out.
"I'm going to attempt to stop the leak, let me know if there are any other leaks in your system I can get to" The medic said, pulling out some android grade sealant he started packing in his med bag. Carefully he reached into the open panel to apply it, making sure not to jostle anything else inside.
Captain Allen watched for a moment before he got on the headset. "I'm going to need two of you to bring a portable stretcher to our location asap" He commanded. They wouldn't try to make the android walk or carrying him, if there ran a risk of more hemorrhaging, but they should be able to move him once the leak was slowed or stopped with a stretcher at least. At least, he hoped so.
"This should hopefully slow the leak until we can get you back to the mobile med-bay, I can replace the damaged part of the line there, once I can get you hooked up" The medic explained "Just need to keep you from bleeding out until we get there"
Connor nodded as the doc worked on the leak. He blinked as his scans ran again. As far as he could see there were no other major leaks in his system. It showed the leak beginning to slow as the sealant was applied. His eyes slowly opened again, looking up at his medic.
"It's slowed down. I don't have anymore issues to worry about. I should be stable enough to move. But I may have to go into sleep mode to reserve power..."
His LED shifted from red to yellow and back again. His head bobbed once as if he was trying keep himself from falling asleep. "My thirium is very low... I may also need to cut power to non-essential functions..."
He paid close enough attention to that LED on the androids head, to know he was definitely uncomfortable here. "You don't like crowds? Well, Can't say I blame you...a crowded bar isn't my idea of a good time either. But, it's what the rest of the unit voted on this week....so, guess we're both stuck".
He stared down at his own drink for a moment, before finishing it and setting the glass down...he wouldn't order himself another one. "Hey, I'm gonna go step outside to get some air, want to come along? it'll get you away from the crowd for a moment" He offered, already standing back up and heading towards the door...making sure to dodge the people who were far too sloshed to be moving around.
Soon as he was outside he leaned his back against the wall, taking in a long and deep breath, exhaling it slowly. The noise much quieter out here.
60 hadn't much wanted to come here either. It was only at the insistence of the team that he even join them in coming to the bar. He didn't want to be here. It was too crowded. Too many people... Too many androids...
"Too many bodies..." The words just sort of slipped out. He wasn't sure if it was from the amount of people packed into the bar or the sudden flashback of the junkyard. It made the LED blink erratically. Connor shook his head.
"Yeah... I'd like to step outside," he said, setting his glass down. He got up from the table and followed David outside. The temperature was much cooler out here. He moved a couple paces away, back turned to the human. He was looking down at his hands. The trembled slightly. He took one hand in the other, thumb rubbing over his palm, hoping to calm it.
60 was quiet for a moment. "Thanks for getting me out of there..."
60 is currently hiding in a quiet dark bedroom, face buried in a pillow. The only light is coming from his red LED. His chip malfunction decided it was a day to cause him physical pain and make him overly sensitive to lights and sounds.
Odd, he hadn't seen the android most of the day. Sure they both happened to be off today, and Connor can spend it as he pleased...but he had gotten used to the 800 sitting out in the living room with him, usually as both of them read or checked the news. He gave a gentle knock on his door before opening it. First thing he noticed was how dark it was in here, the second was that red LED...usually indicating something was wrong.
"Connor? Something bothering you today?" He asked in his usual tone, unaware of what was going on.
He doesn't move his head from the pillow. For now he kept it firmly planted, not wanting to risk staring up at any light. He didn't move much when David spoke to them. His voice was muffled by the pillow.
"My visual and auditory sensors are being overloaded from the light and sound. It's causing several errors to my system. I'm unable to function like this..." Connor replied.
He was slowly coming to, his vision blurry and his head fuzzy. David couldn't quite remember what happened...he vaguely remembered they were called in for a bomb threat...but after that, his memories are patchy at best. He barely heard a voice calling his name, shifting his head just enough to look towards the voice. Glazed over eyes opened just enough to look at the android, his vision still out of focus.
"...Connor..?" His tone was rather weak and tired compared to his usual one. He blinked a few times, trying to clear up his vision...but gave up and just closed his eyes again. "...w-what happened?" He asked, finally registering the 800's hand and giving it a weak squeeze. It definitely wasn't the first time he ended up in the hospital...flashbacks to when he got shot in the shoulder come to mind...but he was glad the android had taken it upon himself to stick by his side, as he slowly came back to reality.
"Is the team okay?" He had to ask, hopefully no one else was hurt...or worse. "...are you okay?" He added on.
60 watched as the human slowly came to. A hand reached out and ran fingers through the captain's hair. "You were shot three times. Two non-fatal and one near fatal... We almost lost you..."
There was something in his voice that hadn't been their this morning when they'd gone into work together; raw emotion. The RK800 sounded like he had been on the verge of tears, voice tight from fear of losing David. He squeezed the other's hand in return.
"The team was unharmed. They're worried about you. I told them that you pulled through the surgery alright. They were relieved... I was relieved..." There's a thoughtful pause as he shook his head. "I'm not sure. I'm... feeling a lot of things I shouldn't be able to feel and it's confusing to me...
"But out of everything that's going through my mind right now, I'm just glad you're still alive."
He'd never admit he had a soft spot for his team, but it was probably obvious to those on the team, who have worked with him long enough, to get an idea of what goes on in his head. He flashed a little smirk at the android, glad he accepted the offer...it meant he could be even more detailed with is daily reports to the Commander...and he liked being thorough.
"There is always a choice Connor" He commented, true enough the android could chose to stay here at the office during the night, or he could go back to the junkyard, or even just wonder the streets at night. But, he was relieved he chose to take up his offer. Even if he didn't fully trust the android, he'd rather know that he had a safe place to stay during off hours. He IS part of the team now after all.
"Then it's settled, you will ride home with me after the day is over. I'll just need to move a few things from the guest room, but otherwise its already set up" He kept a few of his weights in there, but they could easily be moved to his garage with the rest of his at home gym equipment. He was mostly concerned about Fiona, his Irish Wolfhound...she doesn't typically do well around strangers....and he has no idea how the android will react around a rather large canine like her.
Always a choice, huh? Even if that choice was heavily weighted in the favor of a human? Sure he could go back to the junkyard but that was inconvenient for everyone involved. The office was too closely monitored to a point it would make him paranoid that others were watching him. And wandering the streets could be dangerous as androids were still being attacked even with the precautions in place.
"Thank you, Captain," he said, though something about the words felt a bit hollow. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the human. This one had met and engaged with a previous model. Perhaps there was a fondness for the other Connor that was compelling him to do this. Part of him wondered if he knew that 60 had tried to stop the other model, if that would affect his currently neutral attitude.
"What will my assignment be?" he asked. Since he was going to start working here, he may as well be designated a task.
It wasn't like the captain had even snuck up on him or anything. It was the hand on his shoulder that set him off. His faulty chip had misfired, registering a threat. But it wasn't. It was just David trying to get his attention. However he grabbed the other's arm, quickly twisting it behind his back, trying to subdue the human. Another misfire sent a jolt of pain through his head. 60 gasped as he immediately let go of Allen, his hands suddenly gripping the sides of his head. Pain wracked him. Normally he wouldn't feel pain at all, but the chip made it so he could. When the captain came closer he tried to shove him away. He couldn't get it under control, ready to lash out again at anyone who got close.
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He had been trying to get the androids attention for several minutes now, he needed to know if he had filed his recent reports or not. He knew Connor had some...issues, with his faulty chip, but he didn't bring it up that often unless it interfered with his ability to do his job. Hand on his shoulder, that quickly lead to him having that arm yanked behind his back harshly.
"Connor?" He asked, his tone calm, but there was a hint of annoyance. He was let go, but he whipped around to see the android looking like he was in pain? Far as he knew, android's couldn't feel pain. "Hey! Connor" 60 tried to shove him away when he got close. The Captain had no idea what the hell was going on with the android, but he was going to have to get close to stop him. He took a few steps closer, grabbing onto the androids wrist when he lashed out again, and pulling him close enough to squeeze his arms around 60, pinning his arms to his sides. "Connor you need to stop, that is an order".
He knows that it's an order but he can't get a hold of himself. Something about this malfunction seemed serious. The android struggled in his grasp as if he was trying to get free. 60 closed his eyes as he tried to force his programming to respond.
"I-I'm trying!" he said, navigating through the broken and corrupted code of his mind. If few moments later he stopped moving completely. The only way he could get himself to bypass whatever malfunction this was, was to force his system into sleep mode. The android went limp in David's arms, going still. The red LED was the only sign he was still functioning at all.
After a couple more minutes he came back online, eyes blinking rapidly. 60 looked up at his captain, his face already showing his shame and embarrassment, ready to be scolded again and reminded that he could be taken off the team for something like this.
Well well...androids can fall asleep like a human can...or at least on the outside it looked that way, he still doesn't quite know what goes on in their system. He keeps watching, almost sure the android had fallen asleep...honestly it was getting rather late, so he'd be going to bed himself soon enough.
But for the moment he was too busy watching the android, and giving Fiona some pets.
The LED circles yellow for a while, 60 unmoving all the while. His internal clock said it was getting late. Perhaps he would simply fall asleep here on the couch, unwilling to bring himself out of sleep mode to move to his own room. Humans also seemed to sleep in random places at random times, so why couldn't he?
For one, David was still nearby, wasn't he? If he was falling asleep then maybe the human was getting tired and sleepy too. The LED turned blue as dark eyes opened again. He turned to look at David. He'd been about to ask him a question but the words died in his throat. Instead his head did its curious tilt as he realized the captain had been watching him.
"Something people keep telling me is that knowledge and skill are the only things that no one can take from you... But what the fuck am I supposed to do when my own mind takes them from me?" ((Sad boi brain chip hours))
"You keep pushing forward. Knowledge and skills are all things you can relearn with time and effort and persistence. You learn how to navigate around your limitations and faults...just like any human would"
"But what about those who decline and can't get those skills and functions back? What about those who develop dementia and are no longer someone who can remember how to do those things? What if I can no longer function at a complete capacity? What if I become a dead weight to the team? What if I'm no longer of use to anyone?"
He was honestly a little surprised he had managed to flip the android like he did. But...with the damage to Connor's chip, it made sense he supposed. He came over to offer the android a hand getting to his feet.
"This is why sparring is encouraged for the entire team, it gives us a chance to see any flaws or weaknesses that can be worked around or adjusted as needed." He explained.
Even if Connor's chip glitched up on the field and messed with his ability to aim...there were other Snipers who could cover him. His worry was how it would affect his ability to negotiate, as he was their only negotiator.
"Once you get readjusted, we'll try this again" He didn't mind sparring with the android, he was the only one who could really keep up with him on the team after all.
60 nodded. He took the offered hand and got to his feet. He dusted himself off as he tried to re-run the scan, hoping to get his system back in working order. It took a moment but he fell back into a ready stance, already attempting to run a preconstruction of what the captain may try to do.
"Alright. I think I'm ready."