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Hannah and Connor | hrkamski
@hrkamski
The RK800 model could see. It couldn’t before but now, it could. It looked at the room in front of it, programmed to know it was at Cyberlife. There was a woman in front of it and, following it’s programming it scanned her, establishing her name and rank.
Based on this it assumed she was there to assist and so it relaxed, the LED on it’s head cycled through yellow then back to blue. It had no reason to speak and therefore didn’t.
Richard and Connor | unlikely-duo
@unlikely-duo based on this comic
Connor had made a mistake. The second since being programmed. He had been brought to Amanda in the garden and found a double, near exact replica of himself. He was to join him on his missions to assist and ensure that any more mistakes didn’t prove fatal - a bodyguard of sorts. It was unlikely this development would assist his relationship with Lieutenant Anderson but he couldn’t protest. Amanda was his mentor and she knew what was best.
He awoke, programmed instructions telling him to meet Richard in a room within Cyberlife.
He left the one he was in, sparse save for a window and a chair - no more was necessary for a room he simply rested in, and headed towards the designated meeting place.
Connor arrived, straightened his tie and walked in, expecting Richard would be there already.
Bring me ramen- drunk Elijah
“Apologies sir but I think you may have confused me with Chloe. I can bring you ramen though if you tell me where your kitchen is?”
“Hello, Connor. It’s nice to see you again.”
“Amanda, It is nice to see you too.”
Simon and Connor | softservesimon
@softservesimon
The events at Stratford Tower had shaken Connor somewhat. The idea that androids could deviate to the point of hijacking a media centre to broadcast a message was concerning. At least the message had seemed peaceful.
The thing that was causing Connor the most trouble however was finding the deviant on the roof. It had been a close call but he had managed to grab the gun before any real damage could be done. Still hadn’t stopped the feeling of fear right before the trigger was pulled course through the connection he had made.
Unfortunately for the both of them he had failed to find anything to suggest where or what Jericho could be and therefore, an interrogation had to happen.
Hesitant to probe this specific android’s mind again Connor knew he had to try and talk the information out of it. Difficult considering how loyal this android seemed to be but he had to try.
He walked into the interrogation room where the PL600 android was kept. “Hello, my name is Connor.” He said as he took a seat, wanting to get this over and done with.
Be Your Worst Self
Tagged by: @thethreefaes, @unlikely-duo
Tagging: @ask-dbh-kora-wilson @lieutenantgivesnoshits @hankbecomesober @softservesimon @gracioustwin and anyone else that wants to have a go
You Are A Disturbing Control Freak
Caring for people and things does not work the way you think it does. You are so invested in making sure that everything around you is perfect that instead of showing you care, you plan and control without asking for any input (which, of course, you justify by telling yourself that you aren't burdening anyone else with extra work). You show dedication and attention to everything the same way you would a bonsai tree: meticulous maintenance, control, planning, and foresight. You call this “dedication,” but it's not - it's needing personal control so badly that you've confused it for real connection - which is not really a great quality in a friend, but a very helpful quality in an aspiring serial killer.
Connor can I hug you
If you would like to *opens arms*
