"I like dogs"

Independent, semi-selective Connor of Detroit: become human, Mun and muse 18+ Written by Tasha

[ofcyberlife]

armeddrunk:

“Really?” Hank raised a brow, not surprised at his dogs reaction to new blood. But also, supremely disappointed in him. “Not even gonna… check him out? Make sure he’s not here to cause trouble? Okay then.” So much for having a good guard dog.

His cellphone lit up in his pocket, the vibration getting him before he even heard the ring tone.

Fowler.

Fucking terrific.

He knew it was coming. He was only hoping he would have a little more time before having to talk to him. Then again, probably should have saved himself the trouble and called him right after the incident. Oh well. He dug his hole. He would make or break in it. Or something. However the fucking saying went. He didn’t rightly care.

“Stay inside.” He shuffled Sumo and Connor in. “Not a good idea to play outside for a bit.” He couldn’t say who might be searching for him. … probably no one good, he could say that for sure. Cyberlife would want their equipment back, defective or not. Because he was worth money. Even just his parts.

“Don’t get into anything. I gotta take this call.”

Connor couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips at the way Hank chided his dog for being too friendly. It was true, the dog had pounced on Connor without taking a moment to decide if he was a threat. He supposed it could be because the man was stood beside him, but he had heard somewhere that dogs were better at sensing things than people.

The dog wasn’t prejudiced either – he didn’t seem to care that Connor was an android in the slightest.

Connor had been right. He did like dogs.

He lifted his head as the phone rang, noting the way the man tensed. Perhaps he expected bad news? It was probably about the incident earlier, possibly about Connor too. Connor, defective as he was, wasn’t worth all that much – much less than a fully functioning child model, but his parts were valuable and they wouldn’t be happy with the Lieutenant for taking him without buying him.

The Lieutenant wasn’t going to buy him though – why would he?

After tonight, Connor would be sent right back and he’d be taken apart and scrapped like intended. He almost wished Hank hadn’t taken him because now he had to wait longer for the inevitable.

He shouldn’t feel apprehensive, but he did. He didn’t want to be scrapped.

“Yes Sir,” the small android replied as the door shut behind them after Hank had ushered him and Sumo inside. He wouldn’t listen in on the conversation – it wasn’t his place and Hank told him not to get into anything, so he would just stay where he was and pet Sumo.

[ofcyberlife]

Connor wasn’t sure what part of his statement hadn’t been convincing – he had been earnest enough, but he supposed it was a well known fact that children tended to do the opposite of what their parent’s told them to. Child androids were no different. Of course, their settings could be changed to make them obedient without a fault, but the default setting was to mimic a real child and real children misbehaved. He didn’t comment on it though – the Lieutenant had already accepted it and judging by the smile, he didn’t seem to mind.

“No comments,” he repeated in agreement before cocking his head slightly as the man continued. For some reason, the man seemed to think he had to explain the state of his home to him. Children didn’t tend to care about such things, after all. “You don’t have to worry about me judging your home, Lieutenant. I’m just...thankful for you allowing me to stay for the night.”

The boy offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile before climbing out of the car and silently trailing after him.

As Hank opened the door, Connor slipped in after him, managing to quickly glance around the hall before he was tackled to the ground with a huge, hairy mass. He yelped, but as the dog began to lick his face, the small android couldn’t help the childish laugh that escaped his lips.

In that moment, he sounded more like a child than he had done up until that point.

“Sumo, right? I’m Connor.”

It didn’t seem to matter to him that the dog couldn’t talk back and probably didn’t even understand him.

“Mr. Hank says you like fetch.”

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

Mini-hiatus

Just a heads up that I won’t be around from tomorrow (Friday) until Tuesday.

I’m going on holiday and won’t have constant internet access.

If I get time today, I’ll reply to what I owe and maybe answer a few asks and que them.

[the-connor-series]

Alternating Connors RP

[ofcyberlife]

the-connor-series:

“Good, names registered.” The technician said he then glanced between the pair he wondered if he might notice and differences developing, as much as they should stay exactly the same it would be easier for him if he could tell them apart better. Though actually to test their memory transfer capabilities.

“Connor 51 and Connor 52 there are separate rooms, 51 go to the left and 52 to the right. You’re uniforms are in those rooms along with an object just look at it and when you come back transfer the memories to each other. Then report to me what the other saw.”

Nodding the 51 followed his directions endearing the room to the left. A grey uniform with a dress shirt and dark jeans was on a set of hangers for him. He dressed in the outfit, just under his model number was his serial number with the 51 on the end so at least people would know which was which.

The object in the room was a thirium pump regulator. A spare for their model. He pocket it up and analysing it. After a while he put it down and walked back through to meet his double. He was dressed now smart and ready for the rest of the test.

Wordlessly Connor stepped into the room on the right, not sparing a backwards glance to either the technician or unit 51. He moved to the clothes set out for him, quickly and efficiently changing into the uniform. Once dressed, he adjusted his tie and jacket as if making himself more presentable. 

He turned his gaze, sweeping across the room before his eyes landed on a coin. There was nothing else in the room so he assumed that was the object in question. He picked it up and analysed it, allowing it to roll across his fingers before setting it down again.

Returning to the room the technician was occupying, 52 approached the other Connor and held his hand out, gripping the other’s arm to transfer his memories over to him.

[ofcyberlife]

“Don’t touch dogs I don’t know,” the boy repeated with a nod. “Got it.” That made sense, he supposed. Animals, like humans and even in some cases, androids could be unpredictable. He doubted a dog could do much damage to him, tear his synthetic skin perhaps, maybe a little more, but he’d rather not tempt fate. While he might not really feel pain, he could simulate it well enough and really, what was the difference?

Besides, CyberLife wouldn’t waste resources on fixing him, so he should be wary. From what Hank said, Sumo was nice though, so he’d be able to pet him right? He’s be able to meet his very first dog! He couldn’t help feeling excited at the prospect. He just hoped Sumo liked him. It would be...regrettable if he didn’t but Connor was used to disappointment.

Home. We wondered what the man’s house was like. Connor was good at studying, at analysing things and you could tell a lot about a person from their home. He didn’t know much about the Lieutenant, but he seemed like a man of honour – he had fully intended to keep his word to that deviant. He assumed the man was an animal lover, or at least a dog lover.

Allowing his coin to fall flat, he held it in his palm for a moment before pocketing it since the man said they would be home soon. His smile widened a little at the man’s response and he nodded. Grumpy old man indeed, still Connor preferred him over the staff that ran the CyberLife store.

His smile faltered at the mention of making a report, but nodded. He knew what would come of the report – he’d end up being sent back. He couldn’t dwell on that though, he had to make the best of his night at the Lieutenant’s house, of meeting Sumo and whatever happened tomorrow happened.

[angstmemes]

control starters

“I can make you do whatever I want now. Come on, TRY to oppose me, I dare you.” “Aren’t you a good boy/girl, listening to every command I give you. Come here, let me give you a kiss.” “Undress. I have bought you new clothes.” “Are you hungry? Look at this plate of food. Don’t touch it. You’re only allowed to look. I love seeing your instinct lose from the control I have on you.” “You’re my puppet now. How does it feel?” “How long has it been? Five days? Six? Don’t fall asleep. I SAID DON’T FALL ASLEEP!” “Hold your hand above the flame. It amuses me.” “How dare you speak to me before being given permission?” “I don’t remember telling you you could leave your room.” “Look at how good you are to me. You never complain. I think you deserve a present.” “I’m not going to lock the door this time, but you won’t leave anyway.” “Begging isn’t going to make me give it to you. In fact, I quite like the sight.” “I’m so sorry for disobeying you. I understand if you’re going to punish me now. I deserve it.” “Do you remember what freedom feels like?” “What would you be doing right now if you were allowed to do anything in the world, my dear?” “Why are you complaining? I’m doing what’s best for you.” “Of course I care about you. That’s why you’re not allowed to leave the house.” “What did you just say? I think I made it very clear what happens to those who don’t listen to my commands…” ”How does it feel to think in my voice?” “Your wish is my command. I’ll always listen to you.” “Oh dear, I see you’ve had a little accident… I thought I’d told you to keep it in.”

[ofcyberlife]

Connor thought on the question for a moment, idly flicking the coin from finger to finger and hand to hand. He supposed it was funny, though a person could like an animal they hadn’t had much experience with, right? Plenty of kids liked wild animals they couldn’t have seen up close and in person like lions and bears. Dogs were just...less deadly.

“I don’t know. They look like fun. You can pet them and play fetch with them and they seem friendly.” Connor might not have met a dog, but he very much liked the idea of them and he was really looking forward to meeting Sumo. He didn’t think it would bother him that the dog was big – he wasn’t afraid! “Does Sumo like being pet and playing fetch?”

He carried on playing with his coin for a long moment, glancing out of the passenger side window.

“I like animals. Animals don’t care if your human or android. They don’t care if you don’t work like you’re s’posed to.” He went quiet for a little while, feeling guilty for bringing the mood down. He attempted to perk up a little bit. “I like fish too. They come in so many different colours and patterns – they’re pretty.”

Fidgeting in his seat slightly, he glanced up at the Lieutenant and attempted a small smile.

“You seem nice though. You were nice to that android and you’re bein’ nice to me.”

[ofcyberlife]

lutnnt:

HERE’S  JUST  WHERE  A  MISSION  DEFECTIVE   !    ;   HE  CLANS  A  DOUBLE-HANDED  GRIP  ON  HIS  PARTNER.              voice   has   been   worn   thin  by       STRENUOUS      activity,       chest   rising   and   falling    with   shallow   breaths   that   rise   as   steam   in   frigid   air   before   disappearing     ,       ❛❛   jesus  …     –––   then let it get away, i don’t give a fuck    ,   ❜❜        sweat-licked   and   bloody   beaten,      hank’s   watching   him   while   connor   watches   ahead.     SHARPENED  SENSES   aid   in   identification   of   shared   doubts         ;         acforage   stands   among   few    specifications  that   deftness   has   been   ACHIEVED   in.      

❛❛   you get killed,      that’s on me     !                   fuckin’ christ.    jumpin’ over  shit,   makin’ me run .  .  .   ❜❜

Fists clenched, Connor’s gaze flickered between his partner and the escaping deviant. It was one of those moments where time seemed to freeze, or rather, he was processing things faster than an average android was capable of. He was, once again, experiencing conflicting orders, programmed to both obey the Lieutenant and complete his mission.

It was one of the occasions where he couldn’t do both.

Eventually, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he chose to obey the Lieutenant rather than adhering to his primary function.

Software instability ^^

In a rare display of what could almost be considered raw emotion, Connor punched the nearby wall, not caring if he damaged his hand.

“If I get destroyed, another Connor will take my place.” It wasn’t the same as when Hank had been hanging off that roof. If Hank died, he wouldn’t come back. “My life is unimportant and should not be prioritised over the completion of the mission.”

He was silent for a long moment.

“I could have caught it.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send ⛓ to capture my muse

[ofcyberlife]

detreed:

What a start in the day to get greeted by his least favorite coworker.

      Why the hell was this living toaster standing at his desk?

  Gavins expression got only darker at the smiling face of Connor's when he came to an stop in front of the android.

   He took the coffee out of his hand and emptied the cup over Connor's jacket.

      "I do not work with tin cans. Get lost, plastic prick!"

That outcome had been one of the most likely ones when Connor had been going over his options earlier that morning, so he wasn’t at all surprised. Still, he had hoped that if he had extended that olive branch, things might run a little smoother for them.

It had been unlikely, but he had known less likely occurrences come to pass so it had been worth a shot.

He supposed he should feel lucky that he wasn’t programmed to feel pain, because that would have hurt. Since Connor couldn’t feel the hot coffee, he thought the gesture had been a pointless waste of good coffee and why?

Just to spite him, it seemed.

Still, Connor continued as if nothing had happened.

“Forgive me, Detective, but which is it? Tin can or plastic prick? Surely I can’t be both.”

[the-connor-series]

Alternating Connors RP

[ofcyberlife]

The finishing touches to unit 52 had been applied shortly after the completion of 51. They were identical in every way – indistinguishable from each other, which was very much the point. They were state of the art prototypes and having two units functioning was beneficial. When one was damaged, the other would take its place and so on.

Brown eyes blinked open as 52 was activated and he found himself staring at...well, himself – the other RK800 model. Unit 51, his scanner informed him as he gave the other android a once over before turning his attention to the technician as he addressed them both.

Connor.

His– their name was Connor.

“My name is Connor,” he echoed seconds after the other android, his gaze locked on the technician as he awaited further orders. He would stand there as he was all day if he wasn’t given any.

[ofcyberlife]

dcvixntcreatcr:

The connection seemed to work perfectly fine and Elijah needed a moment to appreciate the code that appeared on screen. The very basis of Connor, of who he was, and why he existed. His program, all the small and big features that have been added to make him so unique. And while he himself had not written most of said coding, he still could see all the remnants of his work, the parts no one else was able to change because they made it all possible in the first place.

It was the former CEO’s work that allowed Connor to be here, and to finally see it once more, it warmed his heart. Causing the man to smile slightly, blue hues moving along the written lines, reading it like a book, as if it was something easy to understand.

For him, it was, though.

But there was also something else. Something that fascinated him even more, causing him to lick his bottom lip in thought as he scrolled through the coding. Even one who did not understand anything would be able to tell a diference in some lines - the usual pattern seemed to be broken at some places, with numbers and letters that probably shouldn’t be there. Some of them looked like very odd, cryptic, maybe even like faulty values, but Elijah knew… they were far from being errors.

“Do you see this?” The former CEO pointed at some of the lines, turning the screen a little so Connor was able to see. Smile growing into something much more find after a few more seconds.

“This is you.” Blue hues looked back at Connor’s brown eyes once more, lettng a few seconds pass before taking in the sight of the screen once more.

“This is very unique code. I can’t read it. It makes no sense, it’s nothing humans have developed so far. ——— When one of my Chloe’s deviated, I asked her to let me take a look, and her code… it’s filled with those strange looking lines as well. This, Connor, is your consciousness. This is what you developed over time, and what finally broke through and woke you up.”

Fascinating. Always a joy for Kamski to see it like that.

“Humans have no way to see their own code written like this. Whatever makes us alive, and human, we cannot grasp. Probably never will. Here we can see it, though, and still, it is hidden. Code I tried to break, but was unable to. It’s for the best - it just tells me that something has happened that’s more than we humans can create.”

The man was silent for a long time and Connor wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. The eventual smile had him believing the former. Kamski, in a way, reminded him of an artist admiring his work. There had no doubt been additions to his code to allow him to do the things he did that other androids didn’t but the base code – the code that brought Connor into existence was very much Elijah’s work.

Connor looked towards the screen, worry filling him for a moment believing that Kamski had found something wrong. There was nothing that stood out as wrong, but he did notice several breaks in the code, instances where the pattern didn’t seem to follow through. Again, the man’s smile widened and he found himself relaxing. Surely Elijah wouldn’t be so pleased to see any evidence of Amanda’s AI still lingering in his coding.

“Me?” The RK800 tilted his head, LED whirring in confusion for a moment before Kamski elaborated. So those lines of code were the result of numerous software instabilities – each choice he made that didn’t contribute towards his mission, even an action as small as saving a dying fish, had changed his code. Those lines of code were what separated him from the RK800 he had encountered back at CyberLife, they made him who he was – a living being endowed with free will rather than the obedient machine he had been designed to be.

It was strange to look at but...at the same time, it was comforting. The sections of unique code showed how much he had grown as a living being. He supposed it was fitting that the pattern was broken in some places, that it wasn’t perfect because living being weren’t perfect.

Still staring at the screen, he found himself smiling. 

“I didn’t realise it at the time, but each decision I made was shaping me, bringing me closer and closer to deviancy. Thanks for showing me this.”

[ofcyberlife]

Connor didn’t mind what state the man’s home was in in the slightest, he’d even do chores if he wanted him to – earn his keep for the night. He didn’t mind. He was good at doing chores. He had hoped that if he did his chores well enough, his old owners would keep him, but it didn’t seem to matter how spotless he got the house. They said that he wasn’t good at showing love and affection, that he acted too much like a normal android – emotionless.

That wasn’t true, of course. He was just shy and struggled to show emotion. If they had kept him long enough for him to become comfortable around them, they might have seen that he could be loving. They had wanted an instant, perfect child though, and Connor couldn’t provide that.

The mention of the man’s dog had him perking up a little though and he managed a small smile.

“You have a dog?” He was almost showing excitement there. “I like dogs. I mean...I think I do? I’ve never met one close up before, but I’ve seen them and I think I’d like one.” The little android was definitely looking forward to meeting the man’s dog – he just hoped the dog liked him. Connor’s parents had had a cat, but it didn’t like Connor much – hissed whenever he walked past. “Sumo’s a nice name.”

The boy was quick to comply, shifting himself so he was sat correctly in the seat before putting his seatbelt on. He pouted slightly when he realised he couldn’t see over the dashboard, but he didn’t complain, nor did he try to strain to see over it. Instead, he pulled a coin from his pocket and began to play with it. It was an odd toy for a child to play with, even an android child, but Connor was odd.

“Thank you, Lieutenant. I will do my best to not bother you.”

[ofcyberlife]

Connor wanted to tell the man that it was different – that he chose his career as a cop, that he always had a fighting chance, that people would care should he be killed, but he held his tongue. He was a machine, and unless he was being the perfect child he was supposed to be, his voice didn’t matter. The android back in the store had just wanted his voice to be heard and he had ended up with a bullet in his head.

Connor didn’t want a bullet in his head.

He tilted his head at the mention of being unable to afford him. He hadn’t thought, not even for a moment about the Lieutenant taking him back with him. He had simply assumed that after their talk, he would usher him back inside and hand him over to the clerk who would see to it that he was sent back to CyberLife for deactivation. Even if the man had decided against it, he had thought about it and that was something – it just wasn’t practical and that couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t expect some random police officer to take pity on him and take him in.

He perked up at the mention of the temporary arrangement though. A temporary arrangement was good – much better than his current arrangement. Anything would be better than his current arrangement. Brown eyes seemed to brighten and he was visibly smiling now.

Warm and safe. Those were both good too, especially the safe. Like any child, human or android, Connor wanted to be safe.

“I don’t need to eat or drink, but I do sleep.” It was more like powering down to  replenish his energy, but it was essentially the same thing. As for his other needs, they were the same as a human child, except they could be turned off should the Lieutenant wish it.

[ofcyberlife]

Why do I need a thread with Kamski being Connor’s dad? Human or maybe a child android prototype he built himself?

[ofcyberlife]

Okay. So I’m really wanting this now. So if any Kamskis are interested, feel free to reply or IM me.

[ofcyberlife]

Plotting call.

Have a thread or two to reply to, which I’ll do in a bit, but give this a like for me to hit you up to plot something.

[sidestuiff]

Send ‘Don’t you dare touch them!’ to see how my muse reacts to being protected by yours.

Send me ‘Where did you come from?’ if you want to see my muse protect yours!