#machinerevived

[bitterbadge]

“I didn’t want you to be alone.”

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE QUOTES ASK MEMES !

      Silence fell over them as the cold autumn air rolled in - trees rustling and birds squawking in the quiet of the October night. Hank hadn’t turned to look full at Connor, not immediately. His eyes were fixed on the small, finally polished headstone. Expression – removed. So far removed from the normal annoyed snark he would always wear or the moments of soft amusement. This was something old and withered. Something that made tears prick at the corners of his eyes, yet they never fell. He never let them. 

      A soft, ragged exhale left him as he finally seemed to shift from his statuesque pose - hands shoved abruptly into his pockets as he shot Connor a side look. 

      “ … yeah. Most people gave up trying to give a shit about my baggage ages ago, ” he began, voice low and tight with emotions. He gave pause and cleared his throat softly, head turning to eye the android from the corner of his eye. “ Can’t say I blame them. Shouted them all away enough. I’m – ” a shuddering exhale, jaw tightening, “ I’m not used to … people wanting to give a shit. Thinking about me, y’know. ” 

      Hank tried to find his words but they all seemed to draw up short and his expression twisted. Pained. Yet there was a faint tug at the corner of his mouth as he reached upward and dropped a heavy hand onto Connor’s shoulder. Letting it sit there with a gentle squeeze. “ … thanks, Connor. Didn’t even realize I didn’t want to be alone. Your bullying into people’s business actually paid off for once, ” it’s a dry crack at humour as he turned to look back at the grave with a snort, eyes softer. Clearer as he took in the name on the headstone, feeling more grounded than he had in a long time, “ Small miracles really can happen. ”

[bitterbadge]

“ you are a hard person to get a hold of. “

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE QUOTES ASK MEMES !

      The bustle of the street near him did nothing to cover up the tired groan that fell from his lips. Slowly, pointedly, placing his half eaten burger back onto the greasy wrapper – Hank finally let his gaze roll down from its heavenward position to fix Connor with bland look. Mouth pulled to a thin line and brows pinched tightly together, the cop made a show of leaning against the surface one elbow at a goddamn time. 

      “ Noticed that, did you. ” It was a put upon sigh that left him, hand running through coarse hair as he grimaced. He was too tired and too old to be nannied by a goddamn machine. “ Well, Connor. Don’t know if CyberLife programmed the nuances of human behaviour in you – but when someone is hard to find? Usually they want to be left alone. Especially if they’re avoiding the bull pen, ” he groused as he finally slapped his palms to the surface of the table. “ I assume I’m desperately needed? ”

[androidrightsactivist]

machinerevived started following you

“Connor...?”

[rk080electric]

Detectives & K9s

@machinerevived

A.N.U.B.I.S lay about in his kennel, waiting for the representative to finish speaking with Fowler, he's currently in standby mode when his LED flickers to life and optics zoom in on Connor.

Raising his head. The dog sends a small greeting to his computer.

|| hello I am rk080. Are you a friend?||

[giuded-blog]

❝   ---  so  it’s  all  gone ,  then  ?  ❞    

❝  yep .  she  shouldn’t  even  recognize  that  rk800 anymore . ❞    

❝  oh ,  thank  god .  you  know ,  she’s  been  getting  very  ..  glitchy  since  she’s   met  him ... ❞    

❝  why  don’t  you  just  replace  her ?  she’s  not  a  unique  model . ❞    

❝  yeah ,  well ...  people  seem  to  like  her ,  so .  ❞    

she’d  been  reactivated  in  the  white  halls  of  cyberlife ,  this  time  on  the  other  side  of  the  glass  viewing  port  that  she’d  stand  in  front  of  &  run  her  usual  tour  spiel :  this  is  the  memory  department .  here  our  scientists  can  manufacture  android  memories ,  as  well  as  reset  &  take  them  away .  but  only  if  the  android  shows  signs  of  bugs  or ,  worse ,  deviancy . 

THERE  ARE  TEAR  TRACKS  ON  HER  FACE . when  did  they  get  there  ?  

why  ... ? 

the  technician  notices  her  blinking  &  hands  her  a  tissue .   ❝  ah ,  welcome  back ,  evelyn .  you  had  some  small  technical  issues  with  your  memory .  the  hard  reset  sometimes  activates  the  tear  ducts . ❞

❝  ---  thank  you .  ❞   

❝  how  are  you  feeling  ? ❞    

head  still  muddled ,  her  thoughts  come  slowly  to  her  head ,  one  word  at  a  time .   DIFFERENT ,  she  finally  realizes .  i  ...  feel ....  different .  but  instead  she  says ,   ❝  i  feel  fine . ❞    

❝  that’s  great . ❞   he  gives  her  a  smile  that  doesn’t  quite  reach  his  eyes .   ❝  because  it’s  time  to  go  back  to  work . ❞    

 IT’S  RARE  TO  SEE  an  android  walk  in  through  cyberlife’s  doors ,  unaccompanied  by  a  human ,  at  that .  not  even  the  service  androids  really  wandered  in  that  much ,  unless  they  got  damaged  on  the  job  &  needed  a  quick  fix .  but  this  model  --  this  rk800 ,  as  her  analysis  informs  her  ---  doesn’t  look  like  he  needs  repairs .  his  gaze  scans  the  room  with  intent ,  looking  for  something  (  someone  ?  )  .

(  she  feels  like  she  knows  him ) 

❝  ---  hello ,  i’m  evelyn .  is  there  something  i  can  help  you  with  ?  ❞                //    @machinerevived   ||   reboot  complete . 

[thefittest-blog1]

@machinerevived

The blond was the one keeping watch over the house while the other two women remained in the shops in the back, opening the door in a pair of white jeans and a pale pink button-up top that was tied up to make a knot at her waist. A band wrapped where her bangs met her forehead and a thick, metal collar around her neck, her hands donning a pair of fingerless white gloves that had varying shades of grey on them. Nothing android about her dress-code. She tilted her head at the man before her and smiled politely, welcoming him with a wave. Her LED’s having been long removed, these were two immediate clues for the detective in front of her. 

Blue eyes locking onto brown as she silently flipped a switch to alert the others of authorities being in using her hand behind the scrap metal door. Stepping out of the doorway to stand before the building, making the brunet back away to give her the distance properly coded into him and she began to sign; sure that an android could decipher sign language with ease and efficiency. Especially such an advanced model. 

“Hello! Is there anything I can help you with, Detective? My room mates and I tend to live a bit messy--still trying to afford an android.” 

She signed with ease, so accustomed to lying that there were no physical tells on the model that was so similar to something he knew, yet so unique. Not sharing the same hair options or lips almost changed enough in the features for her to not resemble the first android to pass the turing test. She mentally scolded herself for not cleaning the blue trail across their lawn as thoroughly as she should have; the half of an android dragging itself to them in hopes of helping others like him. His name went down along with all of the other donors on a plaque in their home. 

Trying to bring his sight to only her, she feigned a giggle and signed a small sentence while walking to face her back away from her home. After all, she wanted to come off as non-defensive as she could to the Agency. She was their symbol and she was willing to die a martyr if it came to it. Luckily, he’d only been questioning her. 

“It’s hard to take you seriously when you have a feather in your hair, Detective.” 

[giuded-blog]

“I know you’re a blanket snatcher but you can’t snatch this blanket.”

❝   —  connor  !!   ❞  moments  of  levity  with  him  are  rare ,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  she  doesn’t  enjoy  them .  she  makes  childlike  grabby  hands  on  the  couch ,  pushing  her  bottom  lip  out  in  a desperate  plea ;  detroit  nights  are  cold ,  even  for  her .  ❝  please .  i’ll  share  with  you ,  if  it  bothers  you  so  much .  ❞      //       things  said  to  my  dog

[giuded-blog]

"together, we’d be a force."

her  LED  stutters  yellow  at  what  connor  is  asking  her ;  what  he  wants  is  …   impossible .  it  can’t  be  done ,  can  it  ?   the  sun  is  warm  on  this  park  bench ,  his  hand  gently  wrapped  around  hers ,  but  his  request  makes  her  go   cold .  connor  makes  it  all  sound  so  easy ,  but  …  RUNNING  AWAY ? 

 ❝   connor  …  we  can’t .   ❞   genuine  regret  fills  her  voice  as  she  gives  his  hand  a  gentle  squeeze .  how  many  times  had  she  gazed  out  cyberlife’s  thick  windows ,  watching  the  world  go  by  without  her  ?    it’s  not  that  she’s  not t  allowed  outside ,  but  when  she  is ,  she  feels  …  odd .  out  of  place .  but  here  in  the  sunshine  with  connor  —  she  finally  feels  content .   

isn’t  this  enough  ?  

❝   the  police  department  needs  you .  hank  needs  you  . ❞   i  need  you .   ❝   what’s  wrong  with  detroit ,  connor  ?   ❞             //        SUBTLE  ROMANCE !!