From an analytical point of view, this scene could be observed as uniquely fanciful, almost childish, if machines were allowed to adopt such a term. Connor recalled for a moment the experiments humans would run on far older, far less sophisticated AI in the early 2000âs; communications between Alexa & Siri, between newly constructed intelligence designed for the purpose of conversation. Those programs had produced some intriguingly confounding results, if his memory served correct, and it always did. Absently he considered how an observing human might respond to their intentions, to entertaining the unproven yet well documented & long held theory of life after death for the purpose of pre-Halloween amusements. Were it two decades ago, researchers would have considered this to be a disquieting experiment, but between two hyper-intelligent & consenting androids, to him it felt inevitable, if not avantgard.
                  Connor was, as always, full of surprises.  â Iâd think Kamski would consider a low-tech option of post-death communication to be beneath him, â  Connor replied with a small hint of teasing in his voice, the gentle warbling of a chuckle. Kamski always seemed the type of man to prefer a grander scale of things, always looking to impress while giving the impression that he had nothing to prove & no one whose standards he should hold himself accountable to. The android couldnât say he was a man of elegance or taste, but he was a egotist & modernist, always eager to seek out that revolutionary idea that just barely eluded him, always just out of reach.
                  Connor took a brief moment to research the rules of the game, & offered a transference to Chloe via shortwave wireless link. His LED spun a slow & lackadaisical yellow, the pop-up for permission to connect hovering just off to the side of his HUD vision. The other android posed a bit of a conundrum; just whom was he to attempt to contact? Connor didnât know any humans who had passed in the time since his construction, nor did he hold any close to his heart besides his partner & perhaps a few coworkers. Yet one did pop into his mind, four little letters spelling out a designation which offered such overwhelming enigma, & such melancholic grief. Suddenly the tone of the room shifted as a somberness overcame the RK model. Slowly that pleasantly subtle uptick of the corners of his lips faded towards neutrality, gently arched brows tugged faintly just above the bridge of his nose, creasing the synth-flesh there. His eyes lowered towards the board & a name slipped from his vocal modulator, lips parting unnecessarily to form the single syllable word. â âââCole. â The child he had never been allowed to know. The ache in Hank Andersons heart never quelled. Connor wanted to know him, he realized. The mood had become unwittingly somber.
Chloe accepted the transfer without hesitation, lifting her own arm up to Connorâs with what would look like foolish trust to someone who didnât know her. There was something to be said for the general benevolence that androids tended to have towards their own kind, but of course there was always a risk of malicious intent.Â
Not that Chloe had ever had reason to put Connor into that category. Others surely could argue that, he had been the deviant hunter, and thus shouldnât be trusted. Especially since he would not be the first to try and use Chloe to obtain secrets about Elijah. But even if Chloe had ever harbored such doubts, she wouldnât have feared. Elijah Kamski never did things half way, and he always thought twelve steps ahead of those around him.Â
She took in the subtle change in Connorâs expression and tone. The name was unfamiliar to her, but it carried a weight to it that implied it was someone of importance to Connor. She read through the instructions quickly before speaking.Â
âAlright. I shall follow your lead. Now that we have a name, I believe we can begin.â
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