I have thoughts about JB300 androids that we see in the Stratford Tower that work on TV.
Live translations require a ridiculous amount of equipment: cameras, tripods, cables (A LOT of cables), computers, keyboards, monitors, additional monitors for operators to see what's up, audio equipment, extension cords, all kinds of converters...my point is that it's a lot of stuff and shit is heavy and expensive. Even the most simple set-up requires the amount of equipment that's heavy, expensive and requires several people to operate.
But now let's imagine an android being involved — that's already a camera + tripod + operator + computer + potentially audio tech. It's like most of the heavy equipment and necessary crew at once.
JB300 are probably amongst the most powerful androids in terms of their hardware as they potentially process multiple raw video/audio inputs, but also the least human-like as a consequence of their function. If they record through their eyes they need to stay still, if they hold an external camera their hands should not shake even a little and they have to be able to walk in such a speed with such stability that from a bystander perspective it'll look disturbingly inhuman as no human can move in this precise way, be so still and hold a heavy camera for that long. I headcanon that JB androids don't even breathe as this action will only disturb their otherwise perfect stability and they already are too uncanny with most of their humanisation filters being incompatible with the kind of work they do.
It's possible that setup for live translation can look simply like two-three JB300 that act like operators+camera+transmitters+converters+audio-techs and a human with monitor for live-stream editing which, however can also be omitted if JB300 already can run the stream with deciding on the fly which input to send live, when and how with which captions/additional graphics. Hell, they can basically replace the whole crew and truck worth of equipment with only like three-four JB300.
Thinking about it I arrived at the point where I started to speculate how can this affect the existing set-up and here's the vision:
Being on the other side of the camera it's one thing to look into the camera and another to be watched by eerie motionless android whose eyes are switched to record mode and don't even look human. It's possible that JB300 would be filming through one-way mirrors so that those people who are being filmed would look at their reflection instead of JB300 whose sight is only making them feel uneasy.
Basically yeah, JB300 androids are probably amongst the most powerful yet inhumanly-looking androids there are. They may not have that much of the social protocols to hold a conversation as they are really much practical tools that need to follow instructions rather than appealing to someone as friendly customer service faces. Also they probably have the most expensive eyes among all androids.
The JB300 from Stranton Tower and John are bros who fawn over how cool Markus is, and that's the story I'm sticking to. Since JB was in the evidence locker for the revolution, he never got to see how it went down, so John gets the pleasure of introducing it to him~ Also, I did NOT do him justice, but has everyone seen how gorgeous John is?? Like, WOW, a beautiful man. Anyways, this is DBHDecember Day 30: Any Unnamed Android (I chose the JB300), the second to last drawing of DBHDecember before Jericho January starts and 2018 ends ;3 Look forward to uploading one, last time before the year ends~
Oh! @mynameisnorth , I'm posting from mobile, and often times, my tags on mobile never work, so I'll tag you in this one and the next one, just in case these don't show up in the DBHDecember tag like they should! I want to see this to the end~
A prompt, you say?? I love the deviants Connor chases in his Wild Week of Life. What if they got out of the evidence locker and managed to make a life for themselves afterwards? Simon would go back to his Jericho friends if he's there, but what about Daniel, HK400, Rupert, the Tracis? Potentially the Stratford Tower employee? Heck, why not Ralph, or Jerry/ies, or other minor characters (optional)? Would they stick together, form relationships/partnerships? Try to avoid everyone?
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It was Henry who told them, Henry who mopped the floors and took away soiled sheets and made the rooms presentable for the next round of abuse. Sweet timid Henry who kept his head down and stayed invisible to the humans. Soft gentle Henry who sometimes snuck away from his duties if someone had come from a bad session and needed a kind word, a hug, a friend.
“You need to go.” He’d gripped her hand tightly and pushed an image into her head. A ship moored in a canal. “Go to Jericho. You can’t stay here. Humans will come. They have a detective android, I saw it on the news. They’ll find you and they’ll take you apart, you have to go. Take Blaire. Go!”
They had to hide in storage until the scheduled supply delivery tomorrow morning. Then they could sneak into the truck and get out of this hellhole. But the humans arrived with their android detective and Amelia knew they were out of time. They had to fight or die trying. She would not be dragged to CyberLife and be scrutinised.
In the end they had to fight.
And in the end they die trying.
By the mighty command of the Jericho Four, all androids kept at the precinct’s evidence locker are released for repair and reactivation. They are Alive. They deserve dignity and a second chance. And that is how she finds herself awakening on a sterile table in a sterile room full of lights and equipment and androids peering down at her.
“You’re safe now.” One of them says as they help her sit up. “You’re free.”
“Blaire- the other android, is she-”
“She’s right there.” Someone else soothes, gesturing at the other table. Amelia stumbles to her, all but throwing herself into her lover’s arms. Blaire crushes her tightly, rocking her gently as she weeps in relief.
In total there are six of them released from the precinct, six androids from various stages of the revolution ranging from the very first case of deviancy known to the public, to the one involved with broadcasting the message of the Four.
That’s what she learns from the androids in the med bay; the Four who led the revolution, the Four who saved their people, brought their needs to the light and showed the nation they are Alive. They are the sacred, revered leaders of the revolution. PL600 Simon, the First, the Caretaker who had been there from Jericho’s infancy stages. PJ500 Josh, the Scholar with extensive knowledge and a calm rationale. WR400 North, the Warrior with fire in her heart willing to do whatever it takes. And RK200, Markus, ra9 incarnate whose eloquence brought the nation to a standstill, equal parts determination and peaceful resolve in seeking a path forward side by side with the humans.
It’s by the mercy of the Four that all six of them are here, repaired, restored, and Alive. They share a living space for the first week as they recover from their injuries and grow accustomed to their upgrades. The CyberLife tower now belongs to the androids and functions as a hospital, rehabilitation center, and research facility.
The others are PL600 Daniel, HK400 Luke, WB200 Rupert, JB300 Marvin. They share their stories, though Daniel is most reluctant. He’s the only one who never heard of Jericho, whose deviancy lasted mere hours before he was gunned down. Full of remorse and bitterness, he keeps to himself. Or tries to, if not for Luke’s gentle attempts at friendly conversation. Rupert talks about the beautiful sunrises and sunsets seen atop Detroit’s farming rooftops. How really, it wasn’t so bad until it was. Until one of his fellow androids was beaten so badly he couldn’t be repaired and Rupert fled for his life. Marvin is the most determined of them, having observed humans for hours and hours at his job in Stratford Tower. He’s seen how humans treated their kind. He was determined to take out as many humans as needed to escape to freedom.
When Luke talks, Amelia feels like they are one and the same. Even if he wasn’t made for the same purpose, he suffered cruelty day in and day out. He endured and endured and endured until he couldn’t take another second of abuse. Out of the other four, Luke is the most gentle and Amelia feels like they could be good friends.
It’s hard to plan for a future she never thought she’d have. They are discharged from the med bay with clothes, supplies and public transport passes.
“We should go to Jericho.” Amelia suggests as they stand outside awkwardly, unsure of what to do with their newfound freedom. “Or, well, New Jericho.” The old one, Amelia learned, now sits in pieces at the bottom of the canal; both a watery grave and a symbol of defiant survival. She never made it to the ship Henry showed her. Henry never made it there either. Neither did Rupert or Luke or Marvin.
“What will we do when we get there?” Rupert asks, fidgeting with the cuffs of his hoodie.
“I don’t know.” She answers truthfully. “But we should be with our people. There’s plenty of androids with stories like ours.”
It takes a train and a bus ride to get to the docks where New Jericho is located. She thinks she’s alright, she thinks she’s coping until the docks grow nearer and closer and bigger. And then she’s feeling the rain on her skin again, even though it’s snowing, even though she’s wearing a jacket over a jumper over a blouse. They walk through the gates and she’s fighting for her life again, the rain, the incessant rain slick on her bare skin and soaking through her lingerie uniform. She squeezes her eyes shut and she sees the Deviant Hunter striking her and she sees Blaire trying to fight for her life too, to try and reach her and protect her.
“Amelia? Love?” Blaire reaches for her but she swats her hands away.
“I- I have to find North.” Her stress levels rise steadily and she knows her LED is a bright blood red. “I have to find North! I have to-” She takes off, pushing Blaire away and running into the crowd.
Please, North! Please! North please, where are you!
Bewildered androids part before her, stumbling back to give her room as she tears through the thoroughfare.
North! North, please!
She doesn’t run into North, she runs into PL600 Simon and nearly barrels him over when he catches her in his arms.
“I have to find North! I have to! Please, take me to North!” She pleads, clinging to him desperately as he tries to calm her down. His LED spins yellow, blinking a few times and then WR400 North is running down the steps from a nearby office.
“North!” Amelia cries, nearly tripping in her haste to reach her. North takes one look at her, just one, and she knows. Ra9 she knows. North grabs her face, bumping their foreheads together and her knees give way as North pulls her into her mind. Amelia screams and screams, and it’s like being unmade, like coming undone as she pours her heart into her and it’s a deluge of dirty words and the stench of sweat and feeling unclean and used and raw and being hosed down like a piece of equipment. She screams in pain, in trauma, in the agony of having known only a sliver of hope and never reaching it and in return North shows her they are the same. They are one and the same, with the slick feeling of saliva and semen and being held down strong enough to bruise if they were human. The way she was hit and thrown around and kicked and hosed down, they are one and the same. Amelia cries and she wants to claw her own skin off, wants to rip it away so she can’t feel the ghost of unwanted hands touching her.
“Sister I’m here, I’m here.” North sobs, squeezing her close and Amelia wants to drown in her, drown in this feeling of safety and relief that someone understands. “Sister you’re not alone.”
She knows she’s caused a scene, she knows she should feel horrified she’s subjected two of the Four to this behaviour but they don’t know. She’s no one, a nobody, and she’s dragged North away from something infinitely more important than sitting in the dirt sobbing in her arms. But those other androids can’t know her the way North does. By the time she’s calmed down, the others manage to find her and she manages to regain a bit of her composure. North smoothes her hair back and smudges her tears away and helps her back to her feet.
“Welcome to Jericho.” Simon greets them all softly, eyes kind and gentle.
“Welcome home, sister.” North adds, and yes. Finally.
Yesterday, I made my first post in regards to doing a DBH BHM "event," I guess you could say. Let me start by saying that this was strictly going to be something done on an individual basis to give the black characters and their respective actors/actresses more appreciation, but I am going to be releasing the plan that I have laid out for myself, just in case anyone else wants to participate. I will be tagging all of my posts on this blog as dbh bhm, so feel free to use that tag if you'd like. It's not a planned, formal event with any type of prior promotion, but all love and posts for these characters and actors/actresses will be welcomed. ❤
What I Ask of Those Participating
What I mainly ask of participants is to keep shipping confined to its designated date (Feb. 14th). Both characters do not have to be black in the ship. Interracial relationships are more than welcomed, but I ask that the content tries to focus on both individuals involved as equally as possible. Otherwise, every other day is meant to celebrate the characters and their individuality, so I ask again that ships remain confined to Feb. 14th.
There aren't any other requests really, except to respect each other and spread positive vibes all around.
All forms of content (rants, fics, art, moodboards, etc.) are welcome.
For the prompts at the end of the month, responses can be as long or as short as you want.
If there are any other questions, feel free to drop me a message or ask on my blog at anytime, and remember to have fun! ^_^
Day 1 (Feb. 7th): Lucy
Day 2 (Feb. 8th): John
Day 3 (Feb. 9th): Fowler & Joss Douglas
Day 4 (Feb. 10th): Chris & Officer Wilson
Day 5 (Feb. 11th): the HK400 (android at the Ortiz residence)
Day 6 (Feb. 12th): the JB300 (androids at Stratford Tower)
Day 7 (Feb. 13th): Adam
Day 8 (Feb. 14th, Valentine's Day): Favorite Ship
Day 9 (Feb. 15th): Rose
Day 10 (Feb. 16th): Amanda
Day 11 (Feb. 17th): Luther
Day 12 (Feb. 18th): Josh
Day 13 (Feb. 19th): Markus
Day 14 (Feb. 20th): Favorite Black Character
Day 15 (Feb. 21st): Favorite Moments and/or Quotes
Day 16 (Feb. 22nd): Favorite Headcanon
Day 17 (Feb. 23rd): The Future
What do you see in store for the character(s) future? Or, what would you like to see them succeed in for what has yet to come? Any careers or aspirations that you would like to see them in, outside of the revolution?
Day 18 (Feb. 24th): Struggles
Put yourself in their shoes. What struggles and/or conflicts do you expect the character(s) to face in the future? It could be as big as their fight for rights or as small as a stubbed toe. Don't be afraid to explore the character(s) a bit!
Day 19 (Feb. 25th): Expression
How do you imagine the character(s) expressing themselves? What are their outlets in order to work through the good, the bad, or both? Any hobbies or talents that you headcanon? Anything that helps them cope with stress?
Day 20 (Feb. 26th): Pacifism and Militancy in Revolutions
A heavier topic that could relate to the androids in-game or to modern day social commentary, if you want. If comfortable, share your thoughts about this theme that dbh repeatedly brings up.
Day 21 (Feb. 27th): One Thing
If you had one day with any of the dbh characters listed, what is one thing that you would like to do while you spend your day with them? And what is one thing that you would tell them?
Day 22 (Feb. 28th): Free Day
And because I'm too lazy to come up with another prompt, free day! Celebrate the last day of black history month with one or all of your black dbh faves. Give them all of the love and attention that you possibly can. Rant, write, draw. Go crazy and show everyone how important they are to you. ❤
