#machinedd

[rkainine]

curb stomp me

         golden  flicker  of  a  previously  calm  LED  is  all  the  warning  given  before  hands  reach  for  lapels  of  previous  model’s  jacket  and  pull  him  close.   features  known  for  being  so  very  alive  offer  naught  but  disgust,  teeth  bared  in  face  of  a  creation  considered  lesser,  sharp  canines  on  display.    ❛ i  just  might, ❜    thus  comes  a  snarl from  obsidian  wolf  before  petulant  prey,  dragged  ever  closer  and  up  towards  him,  nearly  closing  the  space  between  them.   then,  a  whisper  with  fraying  composure,  voice  beset  by  a  chill  reminiscent  of  cold  eyes.    ❛ so  watch  your  mouth,  brat. ❜

[rkainine]

' harder, connor - upgraded '

        this is why you need to be replaced. 

[synthwealth]

❛ was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives? ❜

        hesitation.    honey — hued  attention  averts  from  fallen  door  towards  a  companion  she  cannot  help  but  be  uneasy  around.  if  only  he  looked  different  —  sounded  different   —  than  ...  well,  that  connor.  the  one  prior  attempts  of  reconciliations,  before  enemy  became  cherished  friend.   they  are  times  young  phoenix  rather  forget,  yet  this  one  speaks  and  it  all  comes  back  like  winter’s  frost.    it  is  not  his  fault,  she  knows.   an  unfair  judgement.   but  it  is  difficult  to  let  go,  to  ignore  how  much  like  a  machine  the  sixtieth  of  such  a  famed  line  holds  itself  himself.   does  cyberlife  yet  linger  in  that  software  of  his ?

       ❛ no, ❜    an  abrupt  reply  with  cold  edge,  gaze  averts  as  she  steps  past  threshold  of  a  place  long  abandoned.   there  runs  tension  along  her  form  and  clear  stress  through  a  system  wrought  with  conflicting  ideals.   it  has  been  for  a  while  now,  resulting  in  an  already  decrepit  door  to  have  been  met  with  a  combat  boot  and  surprising  amount  of  force  from  an  agitated  adolescent.    ❛ But  it  felt  good. ❜

MEME   ❙   ACCEPTING !

[missionled]

pink   tongue   swipes   over   his   lips,   darkened   brown   optics   watch   him   move   carefully.   a   smudge   of   blue   on   softened   artificial   skin,   it   shouldn’t   bother   him,   IT   SHOULDN’T   […]   BUT   IT   DOES.   leans   in   without   hesitation   and   wet   warm   tongue   with   softened   textile   swipes   against   cheek.   LED   spins   yellow.   THIRIUM.   MODEL:   AX400.   REPORTED   MISSING:   2037.   07.   04.   darkened   optics   drift   to   his   lips   and   his   tone   is   airy,   stumbles   to   regain   himself.

RESPONSE ;   ❛    i   […]   identified   its   model.   […]   I’M   SORRY,   i   hope   i   didn’t   STARTLE   you.    ❜   //---   @machinedd​​​

          𝐇𝐎𝐖 ... 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌.   there was a twitch, brows raising at the presence ( as if it hadn’t made itself obvious enough ) of the android next to him.   if there hadn’t been five other humans still floating about the crime scene, he might have thought nothing of it.   machines were not necessarily disgusted by the same things humans were, after all.

then again, if there hadn’t been five other humans still floating about the crime scene, he might have also thought EVERYTHING of it.   especially knowing that he had already identified the android’s model ( the reason why two of his fingertips and, just previously, his right cheek had been stained blue ).   it was something that he was 99% certain that -60 had known and that he was 99% certain that he had caught -60 staring at him at the time.   synthetic lungs drawing in a breath, there was a slight but unmistakably amused lilt in -52’s voice then: ❛ no——it didn't surprise me.   thank you, detective. ❜   and then as he turned away, his led flickered once in parting:   [ your definition of ‘ being on your best behaviour ‘ won’t be rewarded.   try again later. ]   and then he silenced his comms.