❖ “ˢᵗᵃᵗᶤˢᵗᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘᶰˡᶤᵏᵉˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ·” ❖

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❖ “ˢᵗᵃᵗᶤˢᵗᶤᶜᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶜᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵘᶰˡᶤᵏᵉˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉᶰᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ·” ❖
You preferred to spare a machine rather than accomplish your mission. You saw a living being in this android. You showed empathy.
god damn it
connor: which weighs more, a pound of steel or a pound of feathers?
xavier: steel.
connor: nope. they both weigh the same
xavier: but
xavier: but connor
xavier: steel weighs more than feathers
connor: a pound of steel and a pound of feathers?
xavier: are you sitting here telling me feathers weigh as much as steel
connor:
DBH Week // Day 1 // Favourite Protagonist: Connor
“Statistically speaking there’s always a chance for unlikely events to take place.”
Connor & Kara + Overlapping Scenes
“I’m sorry I put your lives in danger. I was just a machine… taking orders. It wasn’t really me.”
If it wasn't the apple of most people's eye. He didn't come here often, especially not without Xavier on his arm. He was in more casual clothes today, fidgeting with the sleeves on a hoodie Antonio knew belonged to Xavier, but paired with a dress shirt and tie... It was... interesting. He had to wonder if Connor wore the jacket on his own, or Xavier was insistent on keeping him warm.
He dusted the snow off his shoes at the welcome mat and scanned the area. Antonio had no idea what androids did when they looked around like that, but he wasn't about to interrupt. So he waited until Connor walked up to him to greet him.
"Mornin', Connor."
"Good morning, Antonio." You'd think after he deviated he wouldn't sound so formal. "I'm here to ask a few questions. Not police questions." He assured him quickly.
"I might have answers. What do you need?"
"How long has that neon sign been up there?" He asked of the 100,000 ticket, vintage neon ARCADE Sign.
"I just put that one up a few weeks ago. People are more interested in the stuffed animals, though. I keep that one up for our mutual friend."
Connor nodded. Pondered this.
"Are they available for purchase?"
"Yup. Ebay, antique stores, online, you name it, that same exact thing is there. Just not from me."
Connor nodded again. Then lifted his arms a bit, like he was curious. "Why doesn't he just buy this online instead of spending more money in the arcade? I just found several listings for the sign, within a decent price range."
"Why are you asking me? All I know is he's been trying to gather enough up to get it from here. Probably makes it feel like he's earned it." Antonio shrugged. Scratched his beard. Connor considered his explanation, but didn't nod. Put his lip between his teeth and asked one last question.
"How long would it take for an average human to get 100,000 tickets?"
"I dunno, man. You're the super-advanced android."
"Got it. Xavier and I will be coming here on Wednesday night. I look forward to seeing you there." And then the weird android waved goodbye and left back into the cold, zipping the hoodie up and turning the corner.
Interesting.
DBH Week | Day 4 · favourite chapter: Night of the Soul
fuck, what about HANK
could you imagine the absolute shitstorm xavier would have if he found out connor 52 died that day
If Connor could talk to the other Connor's, he'd have a lot of questions. If Connor could talk to Amanda, he'd have even more. And if Kamski would respond to his calls and requests, maybe he'd get some answers. Or, more likely, a sick little game.
But Connor couldn't do any of that. All he could do was walk along the paths of his Zen Garden, thinking and thinking about things that made him even more confused. Thinking questions that would have no answers. Then eventually landing in his usual spot, the grave of Connor 51, Connor 52, and Connor 60. Who put these here?
If no one was told that Connor 52 died, would they be able to tell? Was he the same person as those other 3? Would he be rejected? He had so many questions it was hard to stay calm.
He opened his eyes to the dark room. Xavier softly snoring on the bed, rain pattering against the glass.
Was he the Connor Xavier fell in love with? Or was he an impostor?
“Congratulations, Connor… finding that deviant was far from easy, and the way you interrogated it was very clever. You’ve been remarkably efficent, Connor.”
[ Doubts ]
All ideas are viruses that spread like epidemics… is the desire to be free a contagious disease?
CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.
Well, they fucked up.
DBH Week // Day 2 // Favourite Minor Character: Hank Anderson
“Some things I just can’t forget. Whatever I do they’re always there… Eating away at me.”
DBH Week, Day One ➜ Favourite Protagonist: Connor