#(software instability: asks)

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”Help me! Someone’s been following me for over twenty minutes now, I can’t shake him!”

Instantly Connor was hit with a wave of protectiveness over the information Chloe gave him. He pulled her closer to move in front of her, just in case whoever was following her was near. He wanted to stand in the way so he could protect her. “Do you have any idea who it could be?”

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question for muse about mun! what languages does mun speak?

For munday: send me questions about the mun, and my muse will answer them!

Connor shakes his head. “Depending on the definition of ‘speak’ and ‘languages’… Technically he’s supposed to speak at least 2 languages fluently, but I’m not sure mumbling and swearing actually counts as speaking.”

Mun threatens not letting Connor pet any dogs ever again.

“He speaks Danish, Norwegian and English fluently and knows Swedish and German.”

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“Who are you talking to?”

“What do you mean, who am I talking to?” The android frowned at the question, only turning his head slightly to glance at North, before looking back at where his gaze had been fixed before. Amanda. She wasn’t just part of his program anymore. She was real. She was right there. Couldn’t North see? “It’s Amanda,” he then said quietly, trying not to let it show how terrified he actually was that she was right there.

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“You okay?”

send “you okay?” to find my muse sitting alone on a roof at night.

The silence was both soothing and scary. It left space for Connor to just be and think without being interrupted. But it also left space for him to worry and to actually notice the feelings moving through his body like waves in the ocean. Nothing in particular had happened to make him like this. It was just one of those nights where he felt like he had to fight a battle as to not get overwhelmed. It was terrifying and he couldn’t do anything but just wait it out and avoid being around others while it lasted. He was dealing so well with being free, but he couldn’t stand his own irrationality and he was scared he would do something stupid if anyone stressed him even the slightest.

This was really what deviating meant. It wasn’t just breaking down the wall of his programming and actually live. It still wasn’t over - he was still dealing with Amanda occasionally trying to get in control again. He wouldn’t let her, but every time it happened he just got more frustrated. More angry. More irrational.

So there he sat. He was looking up at the night sky, finding figures in the stars as a voice broke through the silence. He recognized it instantly, but took a while to react.

“I’m okay,” he confirmed, feeling how he couldn’t sound as convincing as he wanted to. He would be. He just needed time. “You don’t have to worry, Ralph. I just needed some peace and quiet. You can join me if you’d like.” Company probably wouldn’t be a bad idea when he was feeling like this.

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- “I have an idea, but you’ll have to go in partially naked”

Connor frowned as he looked at the detective. “I don’t see what good that would do. Why?” How could he still get surprised by something Gavin said?

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“They’re robots?”

“Of course they are. They are Androids. You can easily recognize them on the LED and the uniform they’re supposed to wear. It gets more difficult if they’re deviant and are in disguise. It’s easier for another android to tell than it is for a human.”

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“I think certain people are meant to meet, to fight side by side, to be friends”

“Destiny is just a concept humans made up to explain events they can’t understand otherwise. They chose who to befriend and who to fight alongside. I’m merely doing as I’m instructed to.”

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“i can’t believe you.”

“I can’t force you to.” Connor kept staring at the man in front of him, most likely taking the words a bit too literal, but he did that by default. Besides, he couldn’t believe the man in front of him either. “I’m sorry, but I have to go through with this.”