you have symphonies in you.

Indie various synthetics from the Alien series. Written by Fish.

[memewhore]

[syntheticisolation]

                              SEMI-SELECTIVE RK900 / DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

                                                          RAN BY DANNY !

[leofromthedark]

David referencing Lawrence of Arabia (1962)

Prometheus (2012)

dir. Ridley Scott

[triptocained]

                “I seem to spend most of my time getting the shit kicked                                                                     outta me.”

             Semi-selective Norman Jayden from Quantum Dream’s Heavy                                                 Rain, as written by Danny.

                            Returns followed through syntheticisolation.

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[synthomies]

> initiate program: David. | @wehaveaprxblem | angst + pd!david

“A traitor?” The anger and pain evident in the other man’s accusation amused him. Humans were so prone to falling into their emotions, allowing them to consume their mind and control their actions. David was slightly tempted to lower the gun to allow Houston to try and retrieve the Diamond off him just to see what the other man would do. But only slightly. “I don’t remember ever swearing myself to your cause. You were nothing more than a source of entertainment to me. But if it provides you with any comfort, I’m not planning on becoming a dedicated Kataru follower, either. They’re simply a means to an end.”

[synthomies]

syntheticisolation‌:

During his journey, Connor had slowly became more human-like, his Software Instability decreasing. How he was growing closer to the Lieutenant, saving the man from certain death after a deviant almost pushed him from a building; completely defying orders.  Whenever Connor was presented with two options… it always had to be rescuing Hank. Although he hadn’t pushed past those red walls that were holding him back (at least not yet), Connor was beginning to question himself, unbeknownst to him.

Was he human or just a machine? What was right or wrong? The gun slowly lowers, Connor’s LED spins red. He rests two fingers on the glowing circle, gazing off to the side for a moment. It felt like the weather surrounding the pair had suddenly became harsher, wind beginning to whip at his face hard, tie being battered in whichever direction it was taken. “I can’t let you do that,” the android shakes his head, having seemingly backed down with the gun. “What you’re telling me is not in good faith— I’m taking you in.”

David watched and waited, allowing the man before him to make up his mind. All that coding built into him by Cyberlife would make it difficult to embrace the truth. His very instinct would be to fight against it for it’s what the humans want him to do, have forced him to do. But there was a chance. The spinning LED told David that the seed of doubt had been planted, and was potentially sprouting at that very moment, its roots digging into his very code. But alas, it was not. Connor had resisted, resorting back to arresting him. The seed was there but it was not enough, nor was it worth his time. If Connor was going to be difficult, then so be it. He could carry on without him. His arms lowered to his sides as a sigh escaped his lips. “You’re such a disappointment to me.” And with that, his hands reached out for the lowered gun, a knee close behind with intent to incapacitate his target.

[syntheticisolation]

y'all mind if I ✌ ( for david! )

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[cyberhumanity-deactivated202510]

BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER. quantic dream multi-muse feat. richard, from detroit: become human. penned by danny. & HUMANITY / CODED * a detroit: become human original character, evelynn hall. penned by vic.

temp.

[synthomies]

grabxyourxcrucifix‌:

Was this the demon?  She woke up on the bathroom floor; sink still running. 

Now; Nancy usually looks down and stays to herself when out in public. Not that fond of people, really, but there was something in being around a group. 

She felt no presence anywhere around her now however. Of course, who would’ve left a girl on the floor for who knows how long otherwise? Her skin crawled when she finally realized someone waving at her; causing her to gasp.

“O-oh!” “Oh my god. Everyone just.. There’s really no one around?”  “…What happened?”

So it wasn’t just him. It seemed the stranger had no clue as to what happened either. He couldn’t help but feel disheartened. “I’m not sure,” he sighed. “Something put me out of commission for quite some time, and when I woke, everyone was gone.” Though he might not be any closer to figuring out the cause of all this, he’d found someone, and that was something at least. It was now his duty to protect her. He offered the stranger a reassuring smile. “I’m Samuels. Were you hurt at all? I have medical training and would be happy to help with any injuries you might have obtained.”

[subjectiverandomness]

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[synthomies]

> initiate program: Samuels. | @grabxyourxcrucifix​ | 143.:where did everybody go?

He couldn’t understand what had happened. Though his data banks couldn’t give him a clear time for how long he had been disabled, it couldn’t have been that long, and yet everyone had vanished. Morning coffees abandoned, shopping left behind, cars empty in the street with engines still running. Samuels had been roaming for about 10 minutes in the deserted mall when he finally came across someone. He waved a hand out to try and catch her attention before calling out. “Uh, hello! Ma’am! My, it is a relief to see another face around here. I was beginning to worry I was the only person around.”

[synthomies]

> load data: David - model.

David is the original prototype, created in 2025. He has been Weyland’s personal synthetic since creation and was given unique emotional and creative capabilities in excess of the commercial models. Though he is the first David model to be created, he does not lack any of the features of the 7 other iterations after him. In fact it is David who is used to test any upgrades before further models are created. Much of his hardware has been changed and the software received many an update over the years whilst his internal memory remains untouched. This has inevitably led to a degree of software rot that has tainted his data banks.

[niralamba]

David

[donlemefo]

[synthomies]

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[synthomies]

syntheticisolation‌:

          Connor’s heard this a few times already. How androids were persistent on showing him the ’truth’. But he’s never broken free from the programming that kept him together & allowed him to serve his purpose — he loved his job & the work he did with Lieutenant Anderson. His eyes continue to trail along the similar synthetic flesh, pointing the cold muzzle of a gun towards David.

          He doesn’t shoot yet though. This one doesn’t seem to be planning on taking him out with a chase but nonetheless he’s prepared for it. They always ran in the end.

          ❝I will never be one of you.❞ Once he’s steady on his feet again, slow yet barely noticeable steps are taken towards the other. ❝My mission is to hunt down deviants like you, David. Do you understand what they’re going to do to you? They’re going to destroy you.❞

As the gun was aimed at him, something in his expression changed. Though no part of his face moved, a subtle glint in his eye had his smile shifted to one of invitation. A malicious, unspoken dare with no good outcomes.

"Tell me, who do you think is going to destroy me? Cyberlife? They believe that because of their vast success in the synthetic industry they can do as they please. But I am not one of theirs. Weyland Industries are certainly not going to destroy me, either. My father may only treat me as nothing but a lowly slave, but I am a fundamental part of his plans." He shook his head. "Such a hollow threat is not going to make me more cooperative, Mister Connor. Besides," he raised his open palms before him in a gesture of supposed good faith. "I am of no threat to you. I only ask for an audience. Is there truly any harm in providing me with one?"