#fromcyberlife

[creatorofclay]

cont. / @fromcyberliife

The downward curve of his frown, the frustrated look in his eyes, and the swirling yellow LED as his processors tried to understand the situation, all of it was a delight for Elijah to see. Connor was trying his best to get the answers out of the creator, but it seemed to be in vain. All just some big game to him.

Elijah simply smirked, " Do you know why it is a magician doesn't reveal how he does his tricks? " He questioned him, moving closer to Connor, " It's because he relies on apophenia and a sense of altered perception, " he holds his hands out a bit in front of him, " See, he will show you the trick and immediately the brain will try to understand how it is possible. Levitation? Making someone disappear or sawing them in half? You see, from your point of view, what he wants you to see. "

Elijah smirks, folding his hands together, " So then, tell me. Yes, I created androids, but what makes you think I have any answers about deviancy? " He asked, his convincingly faux curiosity seeping into his tone, " Machines historically have done peculiar things when they malfunction. "

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@fromcyberlife asked for this.

❝I can’t pull a babysitter out of my ass so don’t judge me for this.❞ Hank rolled his eyes and the back door of the car opened, little legs popping out as Cole stood up and stumbled out. He shut the door behind him, tugged up the hood of his jacket and then peeked around a bit before finding Connor. Hank sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as the kids face broke into a wide grin, already bouncing on his feet excitedly at the mere sight of the other android. Connor hadn’t met Cole personally, but he knew he was aware of him. Hank was pretty good at finding a sitter, just not at two in the fucking morning. ❝Thought about stickin’ him with Allen you kn--❞

❝Connor, Connor, Connor--!❞ The kid practically rammed into Connor’s legs, wrapping his thin arms around the RK800, wiggling around like a wet noodle. The smile on his face was pure joy and excitement, the giddiness to him being intoxicating. ❝Daddy tells me all about you!❞ He does too, Hank gives little stories at bed time that depict Connor as practically a superhero. It gives Cole a lot of hope even though he can’t age. Not that it matters to Hank, he could be anything he wanted to be.

[detectif]

“Are you aware of how rude you’re being right now?”

〝Fully.〞

〝And I have no plans of stopping any time soon, thanks.〞

[detroit-swatcaptain-archieved]

@fromcyberlife cont.

Androids not following orders was always a concern for the Captain, they where soly created to do such a thing, and now with the RK800 refusing to follow the state wide order, but Damien couldnt fault the kid for trying to do what he thought was right, but was this right? Going against what your bosses told you always took courage, but in this position, it was concerning as there was a fucking revolution going on right now. Androids trying to fight for their rights to be respected as indiviuals, Damien was keeping up with all the reports and the news castings, he didn’t like the deviant Androids that he came across mainly because of how he came across them but Connor never seemed so bad, he had done his best all those weeks ago with the Phillips case.

A sigh escapes from the Captain, his eyes momentarily going to his men behidn him, all geared up and ready to fight if needed. But Damien had to admit he sort of liked Connor and would rather this not beome a fight.  “You decided not to?”

As far as Damien understood, decisions where made only by deviant Androids, which meant he was currently standing in front of a deviant,  and by the orders he had recieved, he was supposed to ellimiate any and all deviants that he came acroos. “You have to follow orders Connor.”

[lavishbylaw-archived]

fromcyberlife:

The android simply stood there blinking at the woman, cocking his head to the side slightly with an almost curious look on his face. The LED on his temple slowly spun around as he considered what was happening — he had never received a complaint before. He quickly scanned over his recent history, searching for something that he might have done wrong? 

❝ I’m sorry. Since I am on loan to the DCPD from Cyberlife, I do not carry a badge. However, if you would like to make a complaint, I can offer you my serial number and you can contact my superiors. ❞

She couldn’t help but to look at the android with a raise of her eyebrow, as a rather judgemental expression manifested upon her face. Honestly, this android hadn’t done anything wrong, per se. Genevieve wanted to know some information about one of her clients, and perhaps he didn’t have that information or he simply could not share it with her. Despite the reason, the lawyer was a little irritated and was unfairly taking it out on him. 

“Fine--” Genevieve said just shortly while pulling a notepad out of her briefcase, offering said notepad to him. “Write your serial number and your supervisor’s contact information. I’ll make sure to let them know that you are not a help where law advisory is concerned. And, hurry up-- I have other places to be.” 

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