#codedxvirus

[fromcyberlife-blog]

            Shifting slightly on the spot, a number of expressions seemed to cycle through Connor’s otherwise smooth features — hesitation, insecurity, confusion to name but a few. Those dark brown optical units glanced sideways as the android avoided eye contact with the man. Blinking rapidly, his LED flashed softly as the android attempted to come up with a suitable response. 

❝ I feel... It would definitely be regrettable if I was... ❞ Trailing off, his mouth pressed into a thin line. The idea of being scrapped... Kamski was right, it made Connor UNCOMFORTABLE, almost scared. He didn’t want to die. 

Clearly, this was not the same android that had been here before. Now, Connor seemed more alive, more HUMAN than ever before. Seeming to gather himself, the android braved a glance to Kamski before speaking again, seemingly a little more confident this time.

❝ I was a machine. But now, I am not so sure... People change. ❞ 

@codedxvirus // cont. 

[dctective-reed]

:: Continued ::  @codedxvirus

Gavin couldn't help but to scoff a bit as he shook his head, of all people to get called to play check up, it had to be him. But secretly he was glad to see Elijah, even if the circumstances weren't entirely the best of situation. He rolled his eyes, pointing at the cigarette, "Maybe you should save it for a time where you're not feeling like and might I add, looking like complete shit, yeah?" Maybe it ran through their blood to be reckless, he knew for a fact if it were himself, he'd be doing the exact same thing, all caution to the wind. Life was too short to give a fuck, and life was too short to keep sweet misery out of the mouth and lungs.

"So in other words, you ate shit?" The Detective snickered before pausing at the mentioning of his own looks, his hand pressed into his knee while his eyes narrowed on his older sibling, "Let's not worry about me, I'm functioning properly, you, on the other hand not so much."

Did he really look that bad from his lack of sleep due to insomnia? If so, he'd have to figure something out before Captain Fowler was reported on it and jumped his ass for it. "Yeah, you're definitely not popular, I mean the form of popularity you hold isn't... hm, favourable, that much is certain. Maybe you should have more protection when leaving- including if you're going into areas like this." Reed's hand extended out, gesturing to the neighbourhood. "I'll call soon enough. Right now, I need to work on getting your ass into the car and seeing if we need to swing by the hospital, which by your looks, we will."

He pressed his lips together, furrowing a brow, "I'm still on duty, well was, listen... Elijah, do you need help getting into my car?"

[androidrightsactivist]

codedxvirus started following you

“Welcome, Mr. Kamski.  I apologize for the inconvenience, but Carl is asleep. Would you like to wait until he’s awake again?”

[erregent]

          he’s damn good at his job, his arrest record and closed cases speak for themselves, but gavin’s recklessness and bullheaded attitude often put him in scrapes he didn’t always come away from scott-free. no matter, he’s still alive, he’ll spit in death’s face if ever given the chance, just to be an asshole. it would take more than a concussion and a broken arm to keep him from living just to spite the rest of the world. 

          waking up in a hospital is nothing new to the detective. he’s not surprised to hear beeping machines, smell the familiar clean smell, feel the scratchy and thin sheets atop him. what he’s not used to, however, is someone being in the fucking room when he comes to. 

          he’s groggy, out of it with painkillers and he probably shouldn’t even be awake right now but again, spite. it’s his biggest motivator. gavin is blinking away sleep and grogginess to try and make out the person sitting in the chair beside him. paranoid immediately, gavin wonders where his gun is. did they put it with his stuff he was wearing when he was pushed off the fire escape? this was bullshit, no one was allowed in to see someone in hospital unless they were...

          family. 

          elijah comes into focus, and gavin’s expression immediately sours.

          “...the fuck’re you doin’ here?” his voice is gravely, coarse. he needs water but like fuck he’s going to ask for it. // @codedxvirus

[neverwither-a-blog]

They’re on to me.

*Quickly stashes all her photos of Connor* 

[phcksh1tup-archived]

@codedxvirus cont. from here.

“When you live alone you have to get on your own” He took off his jacket and put it in some corner, looking for an apron in the kitchen. “My skills are not the best, but sweets? You can bet I'm good at it!” He smiled proudly about his little culinary talents. Then he finally found the apron and put it on his body and started looking for the ingredients to make the cookies. 

Gavin had those rare moments that his mood was so good that he simply wanted to cook for someone. He thought it would be cool to do something special for his brother.

“So do you want some flavor in particular? Or the traditional is the best for you?” 

[tenetur-in-codice]

👨🏼‍⚕️

@codedxvirus

👨🏼‍⚕️ give my muse a checkup

“I’m sure you must know that I self test regularly, Mr. Kamski. Are you certain a maintenance check is necessary?”

Since going deviant, Connor had developed a sense of bodily autonomy that made the concept of a checkup feel awkward at the very least, and downright invasive at most. Still, the Android decided to grant the man responsible for his creation some leeway, even if their last meeting had been unsavory.

[amcngdust]

@codedxvirus: The rain bounced freely off the umbrella shielding Elijah from the harsh spring storms, this seemed to be the second worse this month with most of the streets near the lake side flooded or blocked off.  One could argue that it was not the best time to go out for a walk but Elijah felt somewhere deep within his chest that if he stayed locked up in his dorm room another moment longer he may just lose his mind.  BETA Chloe had already droned on about how terrible an idea it was, but he needed to clear his head, hopefully the logistics of his equations would clear up with fresh scent of wet ozone and a cigarette or two.

The college student took a long drag of his cigarette, turning down a roofed off alley to escape the rain for a moment as he flicked away the spent bud to place a new cigarette between his lips, lighting the cancer stick up happily as his lungs filled with bitter smoke.

Elijah gaze turned down the dimly lit alleyway hearing the rustle of garbage and a pained groan that echoed through the alley.  

“Hello?”

Elijah called into the darkness, slowly stepping forward to the squirming mass that was hidden behind the dented trash cans, his view landing on the blooded and broken form of a younger male

”Shit.” 

His voice was hissed as he quickly knelt down to help the other sit up.  “Hey… Hey are you with me?”

Everything was just a blur to the teen, was he seeing spots? He felt a loud ringing in his ear as he heard someone approaching. What had happened? Where was he? He panicked, trying to get away from the stranger. He held his head in his hands, bloodied and bruised.

It looked like he had a few broken bones, most likely a concussion based on the blood dripping from the side of his head. His eyes showed only fear as he pulled himself up, letting out a cry in pain before inevitably falling back to the ground, curling himself back up.

God, he was in a lot of trouble and he knew it. His accelerated healing would help for some of it, it was probably the only thing keeping him from going back unconscious, or worse; bleeding out. “Where - what?” He whispered in a raspy voice, wiping blood from his mouth.

He made one more fateful attempt to sit himself up, gripping onto the wall as he groaned loudly, although finally able to lean up against the wall.