#brckenbottlcs

[unfeelingandroid]

@brckenbottlcs continued from x

No wonder the army had been sent in to help deal with the deviant problem in Detroit. They had officers like this stumbling around drunk. “Alcohol does tend to impair the senses, sir.”

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@brckenbottlcs // cont.

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     “I would never mind your company,” Connor replied from where he sat on the bed. “And in truth... I have grown used to sleeping near you. It’s become...soothing.”

     A few moments passed before he got to his feet, shuffling a bit closer as his LED twitched to yellow for a moment. Steering his nerves, he reached out to lightly touch the man’s wrist, eyes a bit downcast before looking up at Hank again, until they were so close their bodies were practically touching.

     “Hank... I must admit that... I’ve grown very fond of you. My...emotions are still hard to grasp and name, but you make me feel...very happy. And...” He tilted his head slightly, cheeks turning blue in an android’s version of blushing. “I-I would like it very much if we could share the bed...?”

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WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SEE THIS

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this is a blessing and a curse

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traumatized or impressed, I am not sure.

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     “Lieutenant,” Connor speaks up, eyes focusing on Hank as he waits patiently at the table. Really, the android never seems to understand the concept of personal space, letting himself into the lieutenant’s house after that night finding him passed out on the floor. Perhaps it thinks it would be best to keep an eye, to make sure another accident wouldn’t occur.       “I’m waiting for a response on what I asked,” hands fold neatly behind his back, fingers gently tapping against the back of the other hand, “Are you in a fit enough state to take me to the police station--there is some evidence there I would like to examine, but it requires a key and password to access it.”

      @brckenbottlcs  > starter call 1/5 <

[loyalandroid]

@brckenbottlcs continued from x

“I know, I know. It’s fine.” He sighed heavily. “I just don’t like hurting people if I can help it. I can do all the other stuff you guys need but taking life isn’t something I take lightly anymore.” He crossed his arms over his chest and dropped his gaze to the floor. “I mean, I understand it’s necessary to protect myself and others but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

[psychmajxr]

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The woman looked across her desk and at the men before her. “Good morning Lt. Anderson. How are you doing today?”  She knew the man from the news articles, and she knew why he was in her office. But she didn’t want to get started on the wrong foot so she smiled and spoke in a casual tone. “...Perhaps we should start with just a little, get to know each other conversation and progress from there hmm?”

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@brckenbottlcs // x

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     Cassius glanced over at Connor when the RK800 model showed concern for his momentarily lapse in blurting things out. For a moment, he considered trying to wave the comment aside, pretend like everything was alright.

     But he couldn’t.

     “...People see me, and they see your face,” he said after a long moment, eyes once again overlooking the water. “I was created to replace you, even though I don’t want that to happen. I want to...do things. And make my own identity. But how can I, when I had nothing at the start and I have barely anything now? How can I know who I am when all people will see is another version of you?”

     His voice held no hostility, just a wistfulness within it that betrayed the emotions rushing around his head, his LED spinning gold. “I don’t know who I am, Connor. Nor do I know who I am supposed to be. I had nothing before you helped deviate me, so I have nothing to fall back on.”

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@brckenbottlcs

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     After Jericho’s rise, CyberLife not only suffered a major blow to everything they were, but they had hit a snag that they hadn’t planned for. The RK900 they created in anticipation for Connor’s deactivation had been accidentally left behind in the Tower, having been in another part of the building when Connor infiltrated it, and when the workers returned a few weeks later when the army deemed it safe enough for civilians to return to Detroit, he was found sitting in the laboratory, still in his uniform, back straight, but somehow a little lost as to why he had been there all alone. Realizing the backlash of having one more android, the workers made arrangements with the police force, who...didn’t seem all that happy of getting one more android on the force.

     But it was done, and within a matter of days, the RK900, now named Cassius, was sent over to the station, where he waited by Fowler’s office for when Connor and Lieutenant Anderson would arrive. The RK800 model had arrived first, and Cassius blinked when they made eye contact, taking in the android’s startled expression and wary body language.

     “You are Connor, correct?” Cassius asked, his voice smoother and deeper than Connor’s, despite the physical similarities they shared. “My name is Cassius. I am the android sent by CyberLife.”