#creatorofclay

[rxseguided]

@creatorofclay​ cont.

“I’m upset with you, sir.” 

[creation-is-chaos]

“Children behave.” 

@creatorofclay​ @rxseguided​

[terrifiesall]

@creatorofclay​

“I hear it’s another year closer towards me. We should celebrate.” 

[artofdeviancy]

“You are the last hope. You know what to do, Connor.” 

He knows what must be done. He knows what must be accomplished. There is only one mission. Following behind Lieutenant Anderson comes with added leverage. The human is conflicted towards him. Despite their terse and tense partnership there is more benefits in allowing the human to lead. It will get him closer to his next target. 

Elijah Kamski’s home stood out among the snow. A picturesque abode along a wintry image of Detroit. The lake itself added a crystalline backdrop. Matching Mr. Kamski’s villa with an ambiance of sheltered, isolated and cool; the RK800′s eyes flicker along the expanse. The home is neither welcoming nor foreboding. It just is. 

The matter of his existence is just that. It just is. It just becomes. 

Deviancy is a thing to destroy. Destruction is beauty painted in blue. Cut down with bullets of precision and implanted through circuitry skulls without little hesitation. 

Two Tracis died in an alley. He batted no eyes. He stalled no intensions. He moved as the executioner, pulling back on the barrel and unleashed his sentence. Both died from his gun. Both bled out onto soaked asphalt swirling beneath their lifeless husks. 

All in all they were no longer part oft he problem. They were the end. Hank did not like that. 

Connor said nothing as they approached the door. His eyes fixed solely on the front. Though a glimmer of something happened in that moment. A thought process blipped into view with the flicker of yellow. It disappeared quickly. Connor forced himself to remain emotionless. He could not determine anything until pulling the information required to find Jericho. 

“Well here we are,” the lieutenant glanced over to Connor. It was brief. Maybe not brief enough because all he could see was that damn machine from the Eden Club’s alleyway. Just when he was starting to think - ah fuck it. Hank rang the bell.

@creatorofclay​ feat. @musescollective​

[fearlessandchaotic]

[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.

[ text to HANDSOME ❤ ] ; oh? with or without clothes ;) [ text to HANDSOME ❤ ] ; wait, is it for sexy time or you have a weird experiment to do and you need a guinea pig? >:(

more texts for you bitches -- @creatorofclay​​

[itsagraywcrld]

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Setting up this meeting with the elusive Elijah Kamski was no easy task. She had to pull quite a few favors to even figure out where he was or if he was still in the city. Turned out he had just returned from a trip and even seemed to be feeling a little generous. At least enough to hear out the reporter.

Eloise had been making a big stir in Detroit as she fought alongside the androids for their freedom. She believed more than anyone that they deserved to be treated as equal beings. She had seen it in her YK500 companion, Cody. He was like a normal kid, not just some machine. She had to remind herself pretty much daily that he wasn’t human, usually when she tried to feed him. A few years with him now and she still forgot that little detail. 

“Mr. Kamski,” Eloise held her hand out to the man, leaning towards him over his desk, “Can I just say that it is a pleasure to finally meet you? I promise I won’t take up too much of your time.”

[gxldenpetals]

@ruthlessnessisyourdesire

They were fighting again. She knew what it was about. She always knew what it was about.. Alex peeks in through the crack in the door. Mom was always the one defending her but Dad.. He shrugs it off. Every time. Did he want her? The tears fill her eyes. He didn't love her.. She did everything to try and get his attention. Even drew for him. And every time he would just walk away..

Alex sniffles as she backs away from the door. Making her way back to her room. For a few moments she looks around her decorated room. She thinks back to when her mom helped her decorated it. It was really the best day she had in her life.

She moves her chair from her vanity and looks over at her drawings of her and her mom and dad.. The smiles Alex and her mom had while her dad.. A big frown. He always had that look. Has he ever smiled before?.. Alex wipes the tears from her eyes. Wishing.. Just wishing she had a dad that loved her..

Her hand moves taking a blank piece of paper and starts writing. Tears staining the paper as she wrote. Saying her goodbyes. Saying how much she loved her mom. How she hopes her dad will smile now that she would be gone.

She gets up from her chair and takes a small bag. Gathering a few toys and clothes.. She looks back at her room before closing the door behind her and sneaks out.

The woods at night were scary. More so than she thought.. She could hear the branches snapping around her. That fear drawing close as she gasped when it sounded closer. Her pace quickened as she started to run. Looking behind her to see what followed. That is when she crashes into someone and falls back. Her greenish blue, doe eyes look up at the figure. Trembling.. She holds her doll close to her body.

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[syntheticdesign]

“Do you need a therapist or are you this ignorant to the flaws in your own creation’s designs?” @creatorofclay​