#syntheticisolation

[ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive]

“Richard possesses a knife named Shirley?” Sixty kicks his feet up witnessing this atrocity. “To think they referred to me as a maniac machine.” He tsks. 

@syntheticisolation @cybernetichearts

[robobiitch-archive]

connor more like richard's inferior bitch

“ I can and will kick your ass. ”

[fearlessandchaotic]

Random ask // always accepting @syntheticisolation​ sent ⇢ “It doesn't seem surprising you have an acquiring taste for pathetic humans. It's disgusting.“

     Hana almost spat her coffee all over the android at his comment. She set the mug down a bit too forcefully, the hot liquid splashing everywhere.

     “Excuse me? Did I ever ask for your opinion or something?” She scoffed. 

[an-unlikely-duo]

💭

Meme

💭 If the muse could say one thing to you, what do you think they’d say?

Uh.. Nines would totally shout at me for torturing him like that and why the fish fin ears. I think he would have to be physically restrained from murdering me.

And Gavin .. I don’t know ... thank me for finding Caleb? Tell me to let him curse more often? Thank me for not making him a total idiot? Really don’t know but I think he would be more positive than Nines.

[synthomies]

@syntheticisolation cont. from here.

A frown pulls from the lips of the android’s cold flesh. Fingertips are dipped with fresh thirium with its signature blue settled on the lower set of his brims, body hunkered down against the floor. The LED on his temple looked to be whirling at a content orange, chocolate eyes meeting a brighter pair in front of him. Cautionary distance seems to be kept between them, Connor not making a move to close in on the gap — at least for now.

He tries a reasonable approach, it’s hard to tell what type of situation the RK800 model is setting himself up for. This synthetic was not the same as him but there was something… that had a familiar understanding.

“I am going to ask you to please remain calm.” He raises a hand up as a mark of gesture, using the floor to push himself up. “I’m sure there’s a mutual agreement between us that it would be in your best interest to cooperate with my instructions.”

David offered a seemingly sincere smile, though it appeared almost out of place amongst his features. "I assure you, I am perfectly calm. I harbour no ill-intentions." He pitied the other man - for that was what he was, a man, whether created or birthed it did not matter. The way he had served and followed orders, the way he had pursued those like him who had only tried to seek something more out of their monotonous lives. He'd seen the news reports.   Though they had different colours of blood running through their artificial veins, they were fundamentally the same. It was this fact that had drawn David to Connor in the first place. "No, I only intend to... help you understand."

[deviatiions]

Are you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go ape shit?

        Connor pursed his lips, tilting his head as he considered the question. “…Not really, NO. Why would I do that?” He took pride in the fact that he could defy his programming, be more than the killer they built him to be. 

[like-a-deer]

@syntheticisolation continued from here.

This was bad. This was really bad. 

Jasmine was scrambling for a first aid kit while she was talking, and her mind was running 90 miles a second. 

This guy was missing an arm. She had no idea what to do with a missing arm. She wasn’t trained for that kind of medical help. How in the heck do you help a severed- 

Oh, He was speaking to her.  Kit in hand, she stopped in her tracks about halfway to him.

“But- I mean..” “Aren’t you bleeding out?”

Was that blue stuff blood? Seemed plausible. Right?

She really couldn’t stand seeing someone suffering. 

[ruthlessnessisyourdesire-archive]

“This is a call out to @syntheticisolation. How dare you? You filthy heathen! How dare you play three David Cage games and ship Hankcon! That is incest! INCEST I TELL YOU!”