#timetodecide

[theoldsmelly]

#peoplegetready #timetodecide #ballotbox #electiontimeagain 🤷🏼‍♂️ https://www.instagram.com/p/B5v9CzYlbmk/?igshid=1sfzvn5cdatle

[of-quinn]

 “Continued” || @timetodecide A leader was meant to be observant, to pay close attention to their surroundings, and those around him- especially if that leader was a deviant android asking for equal rights and freedom against humans who refused to give it. At least for the time being. After holding his ground long enough, and keeping hold on the open fire on the remaining androids who stood with him- the police had been told to stand down. Later was when something remarkable happened. Connor, who had set off with a low chance of being able to infiltrate Cyberlife and bring more androids to their protest had returned. But something was off… different, it wasn’t too noticeable, North and the others paid no mind to Connor. If anything he still received praise from Markus and the others as well. Markus had noted to make sure to approach this afterward in private away from the others. His approach had been calm, almost nonchalant as he asked a few questions, more in-depth ones that the previous Connor would have known due to it being what led him to turn deviant when Markus offered him a place by his own kind. When said Connor, failed. Markus was quick to react. Had Cyberlife managed to do something to the previous Connor, and send in one that would destroy everything Jericho had worked for from the inside out? His hand remained a fist with Connor’s clothes clutched between them. Those heterochromia eyes narrowed on him while his features were stern, almost unforgiving at the words that left his lips. For a moment, he thought to himself, what if he had made a mistake- but there was no denying the obvious signs that had been flashed in front of him when questioning him. “Don’t try playing games with me, Connor. Where is the original?” His brows furrowed together, “How am I suppose to trust you? I don’t know you, I don’t know what your motives are.”

[connorlikesdogsposts]

@timetodecide (X)

“Carter! Are you okay?” Connor ran his eyes over the other RK800 before running a scan. He was damaged and loosing blue blood fast. Shit. But where was he bleeding from? He couldn’t find the wound. “Where are you bleeding from? Do you know?” If they knew where he was loosing blood from Connor could help curb the loss of Thirium.

[sergeykazantsev]

#stalker #сталкер #времявыбирать #времянепришло #timetodecide #tarkovsky (at Montreal, Quebec) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzHMcATl5q2/?igshid=1r979vhkhmkg5

[connorlikesdogsposts]

@timetodecide from here

Was he mad? Maybe he was just a little mad coming here but it had to be done.  “Maybe I am mad by coming here but I have to do this. There are just somethings that have to be done.”

[connorlikesdogsposts]

@timetodecide (X) Where else was he hurt? “N-no w-where vital” He stuttered his answer, the words obviously being difficult for him to get out. He had taken a hard blow to the back of his head. His brain taking a hard hit, processor slammed and shaken quite a bit. That seemed pretty vital. He also had a gash on the back of his head, his hair hiding the leaking thirium. His midsection was also beaten. Skin torn in various locations. He winced as they moved. Nothing hurt, as he obviously couldn’t feel pain, but it was very uncomfortable. Something in his side was definitely busted. A few wires sliced and a rib was snapped. If jolted around too much the shards of metal and heavy plastic were likely to jab into more wires and biocomponents. He continued his answer "My s-side. A few w-wires have been d-d-dis-disconnected. I-I think I also hit my head" He wasn't too sure on what all was wrong, he couldn't focus enough to read the warnings that popped up before him. It was hard to think. How hard was his head hit? What even happened? 

[of-quinn]

Thank god you’re breathing.

@timetodecide

November 11th was the day of the demonstration, androids in groups marched to each camp where other androids were being held to be torn apart. Dismembered like they were nothing, but then again, that’s how some of the humans saw them. Nothings trying to be something- asking for rights and equality that some of the humans didn’t’ think they deserved. Markus had led a group of his followers where he managed to keep the police and soldiers from firing- for a small amount of time.

Doubt seeped through him but he knew if he fell, another would rise to take his place, even if it was years from now. A part of him wondered if Connor had succeeded in his attempts to go hack into Cyberlife, but now wasn’t the time to really focus on that. Soldiers were moving in, and Markus wasn’t leaving without a fight. Gliding side to side and using all that was around him to protect his own, he sent out one last order when the androids turned to try fighting. He told them to run. There was a slim chance that maybe, just maybe they would get away and start a new once the dust had settled from the Leader’s death.

Hesitation came from these orders but they did as instructed. Markus was left behind where FBI agent, Perkins, took the liberty of shooting the deviant leader. The shot fired was enough to weaken him and leave him in a state of no movement. He was useless, and he was being taken back to Cyberlife to be torn apart and searched for what caused deviancy. White walls, white room, a machine constantly removing, reattaching, question after question, all of which he continued to ignore and refuse to respond. It nearly struck him odd that they hadn’t decided to check through his memories, but maybe they rather have it explained through him. Nonetheless, Markus refused. He wouldn’t speak a word of his past, how he found Jericho or where the other androids would be hiding… despite those androids not needing to hide. They had been given what they wanted, and that was enough for Markus even if he was being held here.

With so much refusal, it would appear they grew tired of holding onto the deviant that had caused them so many issues. A man in a black suit had approached Markus, who at the time had been strapped to a table, and removed his thirium pump, setting it on the table next to him. Markus’s eyes fluttered as the countdown to shut down began. With each passing second errors occurred throughout his system, and with each error, it clouded his vision piece by piece until he finally closed his eyes to block out the blinding lights and accept what he believed to be inevitable.

00:05

Someone entered the room. Footsteps echoed through the room and he swallowed hard, had someone come to taunt him within his last few seconds? But what happened next shocked the deviant, unlike anything. His thirium pump had been placed back inside his chest cavity, while his system roared to life again. Markus’s eyes shot open and the voice- the face he was greeted with he hadn’t expected. “Connor!” But now the real question was, why was Connor here with Cyberlife? “How did… how did you find me?”  

[sumoftheirparts]

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?” (For Connor)

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters. [x]

Connor fidgeted lightly staring at the cuffs holding his wrists to the table. The other knew almost all his memories. All but the deviant ones, at least he’s pretty sure. He much rather not say anything all. The other can’t read him as easily that way.