Ignorant meat sack. Soon enough you’ll be out of the precinct. —GV.
“Oh,” Connor narrowed his eyes, “And, uh, how exactly do you know that? Because as far as I’m aware, androids aren’t psychics.”
The GV200’s LED was perpetually red, eyes squinting back at Connor’s glare. From the moment he was activated, the android was deviant, and just hadn’t taking any liking to humans. At all. Especially Connor.
“I do not have to be physic to know that you won’t last. Not with far more capable machines in your precinct.”
“Yeah? And who’s to say they’re going to take my place? It took me a while to get here, y’know, I’m not completely useless,” Connor could already feel himself getting heated. It wasn’t that he didn’t like androids, they just weirded him out a little. That, and this particular one had been nothing but rude to him since their first encounter.
“Compared to androids, humans are as useless as they come. We do everything better. It won’t be long until Fowler sees that.”
The GV lets his glare relax, crossing his arms bitterly.
“Until then, I look forward to... seeing you around.” His speech is a borderline threat, and he is not afraid to make it evident.