#im-kara

[loyalandroid]

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Send ✋to interface with my muse.

@im-kara

He had never interfaced with another android that wasn’t an SQ800 like himself, but he trusted Kara. If she wanted to know, then he was willing to show her. CC gently deactivated the skin on his hand and pressed it against hers. She then began to see the memory that he replayed in his head over and over again…

He was walking through a large canyon by himself, scanning the large cliffs for any enemy humans or androids, but his scans came back negative. As he reached the end of the canyon, he called it in to the rest of his squad. “Canyons all clear. I’m gonna go on ahead and check out the village.”

“Copy that.”

He was the scout. The one that went ahead of the others to make sure there was no trouble. He often volunteered for the position because he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt doing it. He walked on for about ten more minutes until he got a broken call over the radio. “We —- contact —- —- canyon!” CC quickly aborted what he was doing and sprinted back towards the mouth of the canyon. He had his rifle in his hands but as he got closer he didn’t hear any gunfire. When he came across his squad again…he froze.

Everything was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was his boots crunching in the dirt. The whole squad was lying dead but he refused to believe it. He started scanning the bodies, trying to find someone who was alive. A bullet suddenly ripped through his side then, sending more blue blood splattering to the dirt. He turned his head and quickly pinpointed the location of the Russian android. He leveled his rifle and finished it off before slinging his rifle back over his shoulder. The dirt of the canyon floor was stained with both red and blue blood. Massive amounts of blood. He scanned over each body, human and android alike.

>>Private Thompson: Deceased<<

>>Corporal Kennedy: Deceased<<

>>Staff Sergeant Briggs: Deceased<<

>>SQ800# 589 735 349 - 95: Offline<<

CC suddenly broke the interface and moved away from Kara. He didn’t want the rest to play out. He couldn’t handle letting the rest play out. His stress levels were already incredibly high just from that. “I’m sorry…”

[loyalandroid]

“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ”

@im-kara

“Thank you. I’m sorry. I’m usually much more talkative, but I guess I’m not tonight.” He gave a halfhearted laugh and rubbed the back of his neck before shaking his head. “I... really appreciate you sitting with me though.” The gesture in itself was calming. Just knowing that there was someone there beside him. CC was not used to being on his own. He had always had a team by his side. Other androids and even humans that he could always rely on and interact with. That all changed when he was sent to Detroit though. Now he just felt...lost. There were no orders to follow, no mission, and nobody to protect. He was completely alone. 

It shouldn’t be so problematic for an SQ800. They were designed to be more independent and capable of acting somewhat on their own. But even then there was still some kind of motivation or mission behind those actions. Now that he was stateside there was just...nothing. CC didn’t like that. He had actually even contemplated returning to Cyberlife a few times, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. They would reset him. “I’m CC,” he introduced then. “I should have said that from the beginning.”

[creatorofclay]

Kara stands, glancing around the foyer, let into the estate by another Android. Though without her LED most didn't assume. When Kamski makes an appearance Kara finds herself at a loss for words. It takes a moment to process that the creator was there in front of her. " ...Elijah Kamski? "

Not many were granted access to the villa of the creator of life, the multi-billionaire founder of CyberLife, the opportunistic resident genius of Detroit. Humans were a peculiar bunch that were usually less likely to get in than the androids unless they had an appointment. So, it wasn't any surprise when Chloe allowed the deviant in. She knew, she had been there since the start, seen every single model when it was designed and created, even after Elijah left the company.

She left the deviant in the front waiting room to get her creator, " Elijah. You have a special guest. "

Elijah-- dressed casually in jeans and a dark t-shirt, his hair in a loose ponytail ha going over his shoulder, and his glasses down low on his nose-- looked up from what he had been building. It was just a simple little machine made from scrap metal and gears he collected. He knew what she meant, what their "special guest" really was. He hummed as he set the machine down and proceeded to walk out to the front room.

He looked over the woman before him, standing with his back to the giant portrait of himself looming over them. When she spoke his name, he simply nodded slowly, pushing his glasses back up his nose before taking hold of his wrist in front of himself.

" A domestic android... Deviant? " He didn't have to ask, he knew the android, " To what do I owe the pleasure? "