#hrkamski

[creatorofclay]

cont. from here / @hrkamski

The sight of her always brought a smile to his face, a genuine one that reminisced on the wonder the two used to share. Though, a lot of his own childhood was spent with his nose in the books or a computer motherboard, the moments it wasn't were ones he treasured.

" I see your sense of humor is captivating as always, " he responded with a grin spreading across his face, " Its good to see you, Han. You look well, not that I expect any less. "

[betterthanreed]

Hannah: Elijah, don't you have something to say to Gavin?

Elijah: ... I'm sorry I tripped you into the pool.

Hannah: Gavin?

Gavin: I'm sorry you're my brother.

[neverwither]

14. Who would make an ideal spouse?

send me a number and my muse will answer // @hrkamski

“Am I allowed to say me? Or is the question who would be the ideal spouse for me?” She grinned. The smile faded as she thought the question over. “I want to say Elijah, due to our history. But… Elijah isn’t one for marriage. And I’m not sure how well a marriage between a human and an android would go. Humans are… fragile machines. I would outlive him. I’m not sure I would handle that very well.”

“So, to avoid that problem, the more logical and ideal spouse would be an android like myself. Eli would be the best candidate. He’s an android, modeled after Elijah and contains his memories. He knows me as well as Elijah would. We could live together, neither to grow old. We could be happy.” Yet there was no smile on her face, not a hint of joy or that she believed her own words. Perhaps she was still dwelling on the fact that Elijah would one day leave her, whether he wanted to or not.

[hominesfactisunt]

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Chloe’s LED flashed amber at the order from Hannah. She’d never have dared to move closer and join her but she was programmed to do whatever either Kamski sibling desired. “Okay, Hannah.” Chloe half-smiled as she closed the gap between them and knelt beside her master, looking up at the jet-black sky above her, examining the expanse of the universe.

Something inside her stirred. Whether it was her own existentialism or what, she couldn’t decide but there was something more than her programming and just orders. To an outsider, her LED could be seen change to the same colour as the crimson red of her lips but it was only for a second- barely visible.

“It’s beautiful.” Chloe observed.

[jericholeader]

Our World to Dust // Hannah, Markus

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He was a classified prototype. What little information could be located in their databases on his model was uninformative at best and, at worst, an useless aggravation. When Eljiah Kamski had stepped down as the CEO of Cyberlife he had taken the blueprints for the classified RK200 prototype with him; effectively excising all mention of the unit’s original intended purpose and eventual specifications from their android catalogue. Markus was, by all rights, a Kamski model.

It was for this reason they’d brought him to her lab, hands bound at the wrists, a cruel, three-pronged control piece jammed into the plating at the back of his neck to avoid his struggling.

They wanted him analyzed; explained. 

He’d cost them thousands; was still, since the revolution he had begun was flaring across the country in pockets, driven on by the fervor and passion it seemed to have gained since his facing down a riot line and telling the world that they, as a people, as a species, were alive.

They wanted him dead, but they also needed him explained. So that meant her. Hannah Kamski, Director of the Bioengineering Department and an unspoken ultimatum. ‘Explain your brother’s malfunctioning toy.’

And Markus only looked on, broad shoulders erect, his mismatched eyes filled with a wealth of iron and determination.

[raakxbecomedeviant]

//continuation of this thread with @hrkamski

Raakx nodded and felt a little at ease from the slow start, but it all changed very fast once they were halfway down the street. He yelped and found his jaw hung open in the helmet, pressing himself right up against Hannah while the G-forces moved against him. It was exhilarating, almost. It was like riding a rollercoaster but in a straight path and with less protection. 

He was gripping onto her tightly, though he remembered not to crush her, and his fingers found their way curling around her shirt. The android lifted his head a little to see everything blur right past them, yelping when they maneuvered between cars. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed right as they sped between two of them just as the light went green.

[neverwither-a-blog]

Hey sister    For you there’s nothing         In this world I wouldn’t do

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[unlikely-duo-archived]

🍊 - What are your favourite genres of threads? Fluff? Angst? Etc

Munday meme - Accepting

Give me that sweet, sweet angst. Muses getting hurt, physically or emotionally, struggling to keep their life together, trying to mend a relationship or broken bones. All of it! Muses getting tortured or torture others, being forced to do horrible things to keep loved ones save. Dying or watching a loved one slowly bleed out in their arms. Oh yes all of that!

And then? When they are bruised, broken, bleeding, crying, pleading for death, the sweet sweet release with the tiniest hint of fluff. :)