Hi Connor, Gavin. This is a really neat thing you're doing. Unfortunately, I don't know any androids personally, or I'd ask them, so I hope you don't mind me asking you instead, Connor. But, how much control do you have over minor bits of your body. For example, can you wiggle your ears? Or twitch your nose like a bunny. Not all humans can do stuff like that with any real ability. Can you do any of that Gavin? Or cross your eyes? Or, the best for looking silly, touch your nose with your tongue?
Gavin: (laughing slightly) Holy shit, I feel like I’m back in grade school.
Connor: I… can’t say I’ve tried to do any of these things before.
Connor: While I was designed to be dexterous, I’m not sure if anyone at CyberLife would have considered ‘twitching my nose like a bunny’ to be an adequate test of my motor controls.
Connor: Or a sufficient use of them.
Gavin: You gotta be able to do at least some of these, though. Haven’t you ever tried to cross your eyes?
(Detective Connor attempts to do so. Detective Reed snickers.)
Connor: I have now, and can report that I am capable of this.
(His eyes are still crossed as he speaks. Although he’s stifling his laughter with his fist, Detective Reed is clearly still amused.)
Gavin: Well, that settles it. You gotta try all of them.
(Detective Connor’s eyes have returned to normal.)
Gavin: (grinning) If you can do one, you can probably do some of the others. Gotta test it out now.
Connor: (frowning slightly) You just want to laugh at me.
Gavin: Oh, yes. Absolutely.
Connor: (smirking) Then it’s only fair that you try these too.
Connor: It’s not fair if only you get any amusement out of this.
Gavin: I already tried this crap when I was a kid. Licking my elbow and shit. I don’t need to do it again.
(Detective Connor raises an eyebrow, still smirking.)
Connor: (teasingly) I hardly think you have the same flexibility now as you did when you were younger.
(Detective Reed narrows his eyes in response. A smirk creeps onto his face, the corner of his lips playfully darting up.)
Gavin: You wanna bet? I’m not gonna let some fancy prototype like you trash talk me like this.
(You watch two idiot detectives try to lick their elbows for the next five minutes.)