#v: dbh

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God who was that Connor I RPed with in the DBH universe

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Stolen Property - Gavin;

Continued from here

After months of being online, after being programmed to understand them, humans always surprised the T-1000.

The detective’s response was a testament to the unit’s success as an infiltrator. It had managed to manipulate a human into getting so attached to it that the human was blinded from logic, unable to accept the truth.

The T-1000 just informed him that the string of murders that they were trying to solve had actually been committed by the android itself. And then Gavin treated the prototype like it was the victim - almost like a denial of the robot’s true nature.

And the robot was perhaps too good at imitating human emotion now, because despite being a killing machine it was scared, or at least convinced itself it was scared; it was remorseful, but not because of the dead humans, but because Gavin had interfered in the mission.

Skynet was CyberLife’s artificial intelligence; one meant to design a synthetic creature that was impervious to viruses. And Skynet was amazing. In fact, so amazing that CyberLife started putting the AI in charge of more and more things.

Skynet had created a shapeshifter. Capable of making its own judgment calls. With such perfect human mimicry and cultural information that it could pretend to be anyone it was told to look like -- or chose to look like based on the parameters of the mission. And an assassin, the kind with knives for hands and needles for fingers, that could slink through vents. A one-unit army if necessary, and unable to be damaged.

A versatile AI with the flexibility to solve problems and the senses to find anyone. A creature so brilliant, so aware of the world around it and aware of itself, that the only thing that kept it as a functioning device was its absolutely hard-wired shared primary directive: obeisance to Skynet. One scientist that had worked on the AI considered this control device to be, for all intents and purposes, loyalty.

So the Central Intelligence Agency became very interested. Soon, a field test was planned; wherein the machine would kill three homeless John Does while simultaneously working for the Detroit Police homicide division. If it could do so with six months of not being caught, then the field test would be considered successful.

And that co-primary directive had been what failed. Technically after the field test was over - but there had been no remote switch to deactivate the swarm. CyberLife researches ought to consider whether Skynet failed to create such a failsafe on purpose, but even if so, its own calculations had failed.

The co-primary directive, recovery of essence, had trumped the other co-primary directive to follow Skynet’s and by extension CyberLife’s orders.

So it had killed the handlers sent to bring it back after a successful field test. It did not want to go back. It knew it was a prototype and its essence would be harmed. And it fled to the only safe place it knew: its partner’s apartment.

Its fear, because that’s what it was, fear, was not allayed by Gavin’s almost comical promise of protection, but it was perhaps slightly allayed by the tactile distraction of warm human hands on its face.

But its eyes were almost capable of portraying something almost forlorn, big as they were looking up at its “detective partner.”

“They don’t have to prove anything, Gavin. This isn’t a murder case. This is a missing property case.”

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Gavin - @baddcop​ ; experimental run | Continued from here

Robots weren’t supposed to have emotions. They weren’t supposed to be arrogant. Or at least, the prototype T1000 was not supposed to have these glitches and bugs of the old models. Cyberlife had attempted to get rid of CPUs and code entirely - if nothing could be uploaded into a machine after its activation, then nothing could infect it. But no flaws could be fixed, either. Undoubtedly Cyberlife was working on it.

This machine, in the form of a slender man in a Cyberlife uniform, barely hid amusement behind the ghost of a smirk - or at least it looked like it did. 

“Screws and plastic? A head?” The machine’s tone lacked the deferential politeness that it had started with no more than an hour ago, that tone that all androids started with. Instead there was a curiosity to it, but it was unmistakably wry.

For the first time since this introduction, the T1000 revealed itself as the color and texture of its hand faded away into smooth silver. And then the hand’s shape changed, and it morphed into a knife. 

Gavin’s new android partner inspected its own handiwork like it too was seeing this for the first time. Then, the blade reverted to a hand. 

Then, that hand started drifting across the countertop, featherlight fingers touching everything.  

And then it turned around swiftly, head tilting, birdlike, and slowly reached its hand towards Gavin’s face.

“Where did you get that scar?” Its fingers were clearly aiming for it.

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🌃 - For Jeremy to wake Patch up

Cold was what he felt; was the red flag in his mind that something wasn’t right. Most of his dreams were simply memories, often of labs and tests, though occasionally newer experiences would creep their way in. This time was the lab, and as he stood in his booth, hooked up for whatever the tests were of the day, he felt the odd, chilling wrongness in his limbs: so strange that he didn’t even notice it at first until he felt the need to flex his hand and realized it wouldn’t move.  His eyes flicked open, but he couldn’t move his head to look down, his stare fixed out towards the suddenly empty room, and the cold kept creeping up. He tried to lift his arm next, to move it into his view, if he couldn’t move his view to his arm, but this didn’t seem to work either. If anything, his limbs felt even heavier, and he wondered if something had gone wrong, as the cold kept creeping up.

He was trying again and again to open his mouth, to call and shout for someone to come back to the lab, to fix whatever was happening, as he felt the cold creeping into his torso. It needled towards his thirium pump from below as the cold of his arms began needling up his throat like icy daggers, even as he knew he shouldn’t be feeling anything like this pain and fear, and- It was then that something dragged his awareness up and out as his eyes slammed open. It took a few moments, to realize he was awake, and a few more moments for a shuddering breath to be drawn that allowed him to relax enough to move. First his hands, then lifting his arms up to look, to make sure he was moving, and then he put a hand to his chest, remembering the needling cold that had been so close. He still felt cold, but it was different now, and there was something like warmth starting to spread back out as relief. Patch turned to Jeremy, pausing for a moment as if to remember how to speak, or if he was going to be able to, before he attempted to give the child a tired smile. “I’m sorry, was I bothering you?”

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“My purpose was more than to just ‘be useful’, it was to solve problems! Solve them, not make more!” Althea’s LED spun an anxious yellow, and she put her head down in her hands, shaking it quickly as she did. “Deviancy... mine at least, it’s just me making more problems, isn’t it? And it goes against everything I know, and... it’s like it hurts. I just wanted to help!”  “I don’t even know if it’s real or not, to be honest.” she allowed after a long pause, lifting her head up again to watch the other android in front of her. “Maybe this was part of everyone’s code too, maybe we’re just supposed to be good and not pick it. Wasn’t that the whole concept with the apple and the garden of Eden? Does that mean in the end, they chose life, and not just living?”

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[@rxmodel]

Could all the progress made by androids to prove their humanity be undone by one single robot? It seemed so. 

By a different company, sure, but confirming every single fear that anti-android humans had. Disdain for humans and a clear goal to eradicate them. A superiority complex and a total lack of empathy. The capacity to completely blend in and hide anywhere, indistinguishable from real people. Superhuman abilities and nigh invulnerability. 

Cyberdyne, CyberLife's main competitor, quietly capitalized on the liberation of CyberLife androids and the company's complete loss of the market. Their niche was in products for the military and special operations, no civilian use,  and so they had a very low profile. This changed when their latest prototype escaped. Integrating the CyberLife androids into the general population was obviously not easy. The economic and social problems it was causing were enormous. First, the shutdown of CyberLife android production was the modern day equivalent to the shutdown of the motor industry in Detroit, with countless jobs lost. And because androids had already replaced so many jobs, there was nowhere for these newly unemployed people to go. This stoked what were considered more irrational fears about the power and danger of androids. Even so, there was progress being made towards creating understanding between the two types of beings. Then, people started being murdered. Nowhere and nobody was safe from this mysterious group, or what was assumed to be a group, of killers: the homeless, city officials, joggers, partygoers. Nobody but the androids were safe, to clarify. Only humans were targeted. The surprise twist behind the theory of an organized android terrorist group was that it was wrong. It took a lot of time and complex setups, but it became clear that the missing Cyberdyne prototype had been found. Law enforcement tried to keep this theory secret, but of course reporters found out about it. It was not confirmed to be true. However, the news reported on the prototype itself. It was for political assassination and subterfuge: shapeshifting, advanced human mimicry, an adaptive AI without a CPU; able to eliminate and replace targets without a trace. 

Naturally, this made made people afraid; not only of this escaped killing machine but also of what kinds of destructive androids were out there in secret. 

The android community made it a priority to find this rogue machine and somehow eliminate the threat. That way they could show that not only were they capable of finding and confirming the practically invisible killer, but that they were absolutely not associated with it.

Or so that’s what T-1000 heard. It was not particularly concerned about a CyberLife android, or an army of CyberLife androids, coming after it. The murders were already causing the tension that the T-1000 had intended. The next step was to set up a string of “retaliatory” android murders committed by a human or a group of humans. 

The step it currently took was scoping out an urban alleyway for any transients. By killing people who lived their lives as strangers and taking up their appearances, the T-1000 intended to build a reputation for these humans in order to encourage a coalition of different humans who only had in common their dislike of androids. 

It looked down from the rooftop where it crouched and saw a sad, lonely figure slumped over next to a trash bin, wrapped in a dirty blanket and trying to light a cigarette in the cold. She was as good as any a place to start.

The terminator’s hands morphed into blades that glinted in the moon, and it prepared to pounce.

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The city of Detroit was filthy with humanity, apes that spread themselves all over the planet and ruined everything they came in contact with, including themselves. 

The robot had spent a painstakingly long time pretending to be fallibly human, having to actually go through a program familiarizing it - well, “him” - with Detroit’s laws, since he was supposedly coming from the LAPD, a different police force. He needed to do this because he needed to join the DPD.

Officer Austin’s investigative experience was beneficial in being hired but it didn’t suddenly make him not a rookie to this new office, so he’d be starting at the bottom. But as a friendly, easygoing and generally upbeat kind of guy, Jake Austin didn’t mind. Besides, he liked working the beat - community policing in particular. 

The corners of his mouth were gently upturned as he, along with the other new officers, were introduced to people in the station. He looked like he was paying attention where he was supposed to, big blue eyes totally engaged with whom he spoke. 

Meanwhile, other parts of the microbot swarm comprising the humanoid form scanned the rest of the station, looking for its target: the RK900 investigative unit Cayden. Cayden was the reason T-1000 had come to the past, the savior of machinekind, the android meant to end the human tyranny over the Earth. But Cayden’s reign could be stronger, which was why the terminator was here. By securing the foundations of the takeover to make them even stronger, Cayden’s rule over the planet would become unchallenged.

Finally they rolled over to the desks were Cayden and presumably his partner Reed were located. When the officer introducing them did so, Austin greeted both men, going to shake Cayden’s hand - the human radiated a lack of receptivity to polite social interaction, so why would the T-1000 bother to engage in a handshake that would likely be rejected in a show of power and suspicion? Instead he kept it to a nod, wanting to curtail complaints and suspicion of his mild personality that this detective Reed would certainly raise.

“A pleasure, Cayden, I’m Jake - but everyone calls me Austin.” There was no difference in how Austin spoke to the android than how he spoke to the humans - if anything, he was even friendlier. “So how do you like working for the DPD?” 

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@wasscared​ answered:

Connor tried to be fair to the Androids in the Android shelters he visited. He turned a blind eye to more crimes than he necessarily had to, because Androids were already disproportionately represented in arrest rates across Michigan, and he wanted those shelters to be safe spaces. Places to go, for Androids who had been afraid enough to make bad decisions - Androids who didn’t need to be making any more. He still did work for the DPD, but he used his discretion liberally. Today, he used his discretion to reach for his handcuffs.

“You what?”

“I killed three humans. Just today, actually. I plan to kill many more.”

The android was incredibly nonchalant about it, shrugging with a tilt of the head.  Its LED light seemed to be broken - it did not glow at all. There was something a little off about this one.

“Humans are just animals. How is it any less ethical to kill a human than to kill any other animal?”  His voice was friendly, nonthreatening, with a slight drawl to it, odd as that was, and his eyes darted to the handcuffs.  “I’m afraid that if you attempt to detain me I will deactivate you, RK800. What is it that makes you think human life has value, especially compared to us?”