❛ . . . is everyone alright ? ❜
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@perfectmachiine
❛ . . . is everyone alright ? ❜
I have a question for you all: how do your android muses feel about old AI / robots? like how do they feel abt how they’re portrayed in movies and how they look / behave in real advancements we see currently as compared to the advancements they have in 2038?
y icon makin so hard.
psst… hey,, like this if you want a little starter!
maccaillte:
“I can understand feeling lost, not thinking you matter in life. It is intimidating but can also be beautiful. You can experience the world fully, yes there is it’s bad but there is a whole lot of good in it.” They carefully reach out and just grab his sleeve, unsure if he wanted actual physical contact.
“But you don’t have to go through this alone.”
head turned away in a look of quiet shame, but for what is yet to be seen. perhaps for feeling anything at all, it was hard to say, these emotions were quite a lot to swallow, and processing something so heavy was bound to make anyone restless and rather discouraged.
❛ is that so ? well, i suppose i’ll have to take your word for it. i don’t understand how something so mortifying can be beautiful, not having the answers to these questions irks me. i wish there was a certainty i could measure but . . . there isn’t. i suppose i miss the simplicity of being a machine, even if i wasn’t awake like i am now it seemed like being in a fog. the phrase ‘ ignorance is bliss ’ comes to mind. ❜
and yet he winces a bit beneath their touch, not used to more fragile movements as bright blue eyes dart to follow their hand in a rather defensive manner before softening curiously. optics dart upwards after a moment, looking them over with quiet bewilderment. unsure on how to express the proper gratitude still, there’s a small smile that tentatively curls across the RK900′s lips. A light nod is given, though he still looks rather lost as he replies.
❛ i’ll . . . i’ll keep that in mind. ❜
nobody: not a soul: richard, after having his first Existential Crisis™: hey I just had a really interesting thought. :) richard: Actually, fuck this :)
maccaillte:
“Something on you mind?”
a flicker of yellow & red in his LED, slowly he straightens himself up with hands folding neatly behind his back.
❛ you could say that. i’m . . . equal parts intimidated and enamored by the concept of morality now that i’m free to ponder such subjects. the finality of it all is . . . unsettling. we are alive , certainly , but now what does that mean for our place in the universe? if there even is one. my point is : does it matter at all what we do here ? ❜
phckinglife:
“What are you even talking about, tin can? This philosophical bullshit?”
❛ i suppose it would qualify as such , although i hardly think anyone more qualified to discuss such subjects would take too kindly to such a . . . crude description of it , detective . ❜
❛ is it all an oddity ? are we flakes of empty dust spinning on a ball of rust ?
maybe . . . ❜
how to become a mother
1) go outside 2) find pigeon 3) grab 4) congratulation
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@perfectmachiine
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Connor’s brow furrowed. LED pure yellow. Analyzing. He picked up every FALTER, every tic, ever deviation from protocol that the RK900 displayed in the mere 30 second interaction. Interesting. Really, fascinating.
There were many different variants in the way he’d discussed his JOURNEY to who he was now, depending on who he talked to. There was the way he discussed it with Hank, void of any of the nitty gritty details, a sort of washing over of the events. There was the RAW, more brutal things he’d mentioned to Markus. Someone who’d been there and understood the struggle. Someone who wouldn’t flinch away.
But there were always things he kept close to the chest. Things he never talked about. Talk of successes and failures…performance analysis. The way he was so tightly HANDLED, in his own mind.
Only one person (if you could even call her that) would know.
And now, TWO.
“And, tell me…” Although RK900 was a few inches taller than Connor, the look Connor gave his successor was akin to the look you would give a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar.
“What resources did you use in your research? How thorough were you?” There was an unspoken question there, floating in the tense air between them:
‘WHO did you talk to?’
he shouldn’t have been so careless, still, he has a few defenses he could employ to try and escape such a distasteful interaction. and he watches, he can see by the color of the LED itself, the reasoning behind it could be a few things but Richard would wager he knew what the purpose for it was. cold eyes remain locked on him, every movement seemingly stiff and mechanical, a machine would have no reason to lie but this conflicted with his mission. he couldn’t tell him, and opting not to, or instructing him to see a superior would give away precisely what he was trying to hide.
[ OBJECTIVE: LOWER SUSPICION ] [ CYBERLIFE ] [ DPD RESOURCES ] [ VARIOUS ] [ SAY NOTHING ]
❛ i -- ❜
yet before he can speak, that further prodding seems to silence him, his body language stiffens and he looks almost locked into place. HOW THOROUGH? HOW EFFICIENT? WHO DID HE TALK TO?
[ NOTIFICATION: STRESS LEVELS RISING: 35% ]
he found himself a bit tense though his expression certainly wouldn’t betray it save for a twitch of his lips and how his cold eyes seem to soften if just for a moment, like some ashamed child. HE ALREADY KNOWS WHO HE TALKED TO, HE’S ALREADY FAILED. SHE WON’T BE PLEASED. still, once his gaze fades back to a more cold exterior expression he tries to smooth it over, it’s the only thing he could do to salvage his cover now. a mechanical blink and his LED spins yellow a moment as if selecting a response before he continues.
❛ i get the sense that the subject is perhaps a sore one for you , i apologize if i’ve caused you discomfort as it was not my intention with this interaction . i was simply inquiring more on certain issues reported with your model out of curiosity on how i may improve further . but if you must know , i have exclusive access to the entirety of Cyberlife’s mission reports , ones you created and created by others as well -- varying on the subject matter of course --- though perhaps that may be upsetting to hear -- it’s my understanding that deviants are quite . . . sensitive to hearing information about their existence prior to deviating for some unknown reason . rest assured i’ve only looked into those which concern pertinent mission information that would seek to make me more effective in the line of duty . ❜
but that wasn’t an answer, wasn’t telling him who it was exactly who he spoke to. who he got that information from as he folds arms neatly behind his back. a switch to a more human-like response -- or rather a programmed response, light tilt of his head while features soften noticeably.
❛ does that answer your question ? ❜
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Why were they here? Technically, they were SUPPOSED to be working. But this time of day was optimal. And here, at the park, would give the best effect. “Okay, hold out your hand. Nothing bad, I promise.” He pulled out a procured item…a bag of birdseed. He took a pinch, and placed it in Richard’s palm. “Okay…now WAIT for it…”
he does as instructed ( as he always did ) albeit a bit cautious of what exactly Connor was planning on trying exactly. when he pulls out the bad of birdseed he seems to visibly soften, an odd gesture but he’d allow it and he liked the way it felt gathered in his palm. yet now that he has it . . . he’s not sure what to do with it.
❛ is this . . . for me to sample ? or are you coaxing me to try out eating like officer Miller back at the station ? ❜
wait for it? wait for what? -- ah ! it suddenly hits him, literally, when his rigid form is imposed upon by a few feathered friends. eyes widen and then soften as a smile tugs at his lips.
maccaillte:
“No no no no no no stop! You’re defective!” Seven now felt worse, they made Richard feel even more bad. It was already awful he was having bad feelings about the other RK900 model in the DPD. Now he was just saying he was defective and should have Cyberlife look at him? No Richard was not defective, if anyone was defective it was Seven. They just react, not thinking and grab his hand with their damaged one, the exposed plastic touching his skin, making Richard’s skin pull away. A prompt to interface there, Seven wanted to do it, show Richard he wasn’t defective, how unique he was, how special and one of a kind he was.
Richard wasn’t expecting such an emotional response, although he supposes that is to be expected from a deviant. a tilt of his head is given at first, eyes narrowing curiously at the RK700 while arms rest at his sides static and unmoving. Emotionless. that is until a hand is pulled up, an unexpected and rather unwelcome interface, triggering a wave of terror within the android immediately destroying any sort of machine-like calm that he had settled over him mere moments before. Thirium pump jumps in its flow of the liquid through his body, stress levels immediately rise as he recalls the previous encounters with interfacing resulting in his deactivation. Any sort of connection that could’ve been made is quickly snapped closed with a sudden jump of emotion through his body as he yanks his arm back. A louder, almost fearful voice breaks the quiet.
❛ NO ! ❜
yet all at once as he stumbles back he realizes his error and looks embarrassed almost, LED was blazing red. synthetic skin retreats quickly over the white of the plastic beneath, and his other hand rises to clutch it tightly, almost too tight -- enough to tremble. warnings flash on his screen at the risk of deviancy detected in his system. no. no he didn’t want to shut down. he didn’t want to shut down.
❛ i . . . i need to make a report to Cyberlife immediately , please excuse me . ❜
an excuse of sorts, although it was true he spoke it in such a timid and injured way that it was made clear the only reason he said it was so that he may quickly exit this situation. and exit he did, quickly ducking out of the room and returning to his station. no, he wasn’t a deviant. he wasn’t a deviant and he wasn’t going to shut down.
“ Is there a reason you’re blushing like that? ”
* sentence starters. / accepting.
❛ i’m . . . ? ❜
he’s been staring for quite a while, all painfully obvious and flustered. one would wonder what it is he was thinking of as he started at the other. but the fact was his processors, his mind, was flooded with thoughts only of that which his gaze was locked on. not many would expect to see such a gentle expression on the android, he could be ruthless at times, cold, calculating and intimidating just as he was meant to be. but not with Connor. no, then he became someone different. Connor didn’t seem to fear him, didn’t shy away from any touch he yearned for and wasn’t afraid to touch him back. cheeks had flushed blue long ago as he sat there just relishing in the memories of their time together, closeness and intimacy were so new to Richard but he felt like he was practically built for it when he was in their arms. he melts, melts into his palm all white with skin peeled back pleading quietly for interface, to show him, without noticing before he blinks and processes his words. a glance to his hands and he gathers himself, skin quickly slips back over his fingers yet his blue blush stays on his cheeks.
❛ am i blushing ? i – i hadn’t realized , i’m sorry . ❜
sb: damn bby what that mouth do richrd: it analyzes substances found at a crime scene :) sb: wh-- richard: through the sample I can also get an exact estimate of how long the substance has been there!!!