#fromcyberliife

[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. "

[androidrightsactivist]

fromcyberliife started following you

“I hope you’re not disappointed. I certainly was.”

[goddamnitconnor-a]

fromcyberliife replied to your photoset: WHAT’S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE @fromcyberliife

@goddamnitconnor​ ahh, fair enough. tis just a chonky upwards arrow. cause. dis boy caRES and that’s not aLLOWED so DEVIANCY.

ONE OF US ONE OF US have a feeling connor you can do it

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fromcyberliife replied to your post: 

ohhhhh also st bernards only really live for like 8-10 years :( how would that effect hank when sumo inevitably dies?

I’m willing to bet it’ll be that final trigger to be honest. It looks like they got Sumo when Cole was two so it’s like that last connection Hank has to his son. I’m sure Sumo was a big support through most of the time after Cole’s death too, like Hank’s last anchor to life. 

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❛ this killer wanted someone who understood them , i was that someone . ❜

@fromcyberliife

❝And when the next killer we arrest killed someone because that man killed his child–do you think I won’t relate to them?❞ He’s not speaking very loud, in fact if Connor wasn’t an Android he probably wouldn’t be able to hear him, but the words are there. They’re sitting in that spot by the river, Hank’s beer clasped tightly in his hands as he watches the bench beneath him rather than Connor. There’s a heavy cold feeling in the air, the cases seeming to weigh on Connor’s mind and that in turn weighing on Hank’s. He doesn’t have the answer the kid is looking for: why some people can turn those emotions down but others cause harm feeling them. 

There is no manual on books, not instructions on how you’re supposed to feel. Emotions are different for everyone and events that happen to people in the same way are interpreted differently. Life never fully makes sense, for anyone, and it will never get easier because that is what it means to be human. This is the type of existence that Android Jesus and Connor fought for. Was it everything they expected it to be? Hell no. Was that why the Androids were lashing out, pissed about being woken up? Pissed at RA9 for something they never wanted? Pissed at being a Deviant? 

Hank couldn’t say. That was how it looked, that was how they made it sound, but he wasn’t an android. 

That was why Connor understood and Hank filed the charges.

❝I still think every day about putting a bullet in that damn Doctor’s head, think about how it would feel to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze the fuckin’ life out of him. Think about forcing him to look at Cole’s picture as I hold a knife to his throat. But do I do any of those things? No. Instead I sit at home alone drinkin’ my misery away with my revolver having one bullet in it.❞

Hank takes a swig of his beer and pushes up to his feet, turning to head back toward the car with a slight shiver to his body. If it was the weather or this conversation that caused it he wouldn’t say. ❝Some day I’ll pull that trigger enough times to blow my fuckin’ brains out.❞

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❛ what’s your badge number ? i’m going to file a complaint . ❜

@fromcyberliife

He’s actually laughing so hard he fall from his chair.

His disciplinary file so so long Fowler’s writing in the margins do you think he cares?

[goddamnitconnor-a]

it wasn’t your fault.

Everything corroborates Connor’s theory of Hank’s innocence. Everyone tells him the same thing; the police reports back it up; even Hank, who was there, remembers it that way. It happened too fast and there was nothing he could have done. He’s never put up a strong argument against that truth, but it hasn’t given him any peace of mind, either. Sometimes not doing something wrong isn’t enough.

“Doesn’t bring him back.” Another sip from the glass in his hands. “Doesn’t even make missing him easier. What else you got?” 

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[goddamnitconnor-a]

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

A look of honest concern crosses Hank’s face at the foreboding message that reaches his ears. He considers the android for a moment, as if he’s waiting for the punch line to this shitty joke to drop– and once it doesn’t, a heavy sigh of disappointment is the settled upon response.

“So, hold up– you’re telling me if I dump my drink on you, you won’t short circuit?” He couldn’t possibly seem more disappointed. “Well, fuck. Back to the drawing board, I guess.”

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