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Police Negotiator Model RK800; "Connor". [Blog for trans/nb Connor from Detroit: Become Human, est. May 1 2018.]

[thedevianthunter]

withnosleep:

There was something about this android that seemed different from the other ones. More advanced, maybe. It was hard to be sure, since Quentin didn’t know too much about them. His father had been talking about getting one to act as a new mother figure, but it was something that Quentin had been quick to shut down. He didn’t want a new mom, and he was too old for that now anyway. He was going onto 19 and would be out of the house, on his own within a matter of time. Besides, it wasn’t as if any android could actually feel anything, right? They only acted like they did. Regardless, it was hard for Quentin to see them as machines when they looked and sounded so real. It seemed like he was talking to another human being right now, not a robot.

Remaining still while the android tilted his face up, Quentin watched the man’s darker eyes study him. What was going on inside his head, he had no clue. Did they have their own thoughts at all? There was a lot he was curious about when it came to the androids.

“Ever been stalked by someone who wants to kill you in your dreams?” Quentin asked, though soon gave a small wave of his hand to brush off the question. “Of course not, you’re an android.” If he couldn’t even explain what he was going through to a human, what would make explaining it to an android any different? They’d probably just try to diagnosis him with something, too. It was easier and more logical than believing what he claimed to be the truth. “Do you even dream? Or sleep?”

Connor’s unable to answer, both because he doesn’t have an adequate answer, and because Quentin shuts him down before he can even try. It sounds all too much like when he’d first actually attempted to bond with Hank - I don’t listen to music as such, but I’d like to. Maybe the same could be said about dreaming.

“...Unfortunately, no. Androids don’t really require sleep in the same way that humans do...the child models can simulate sleep, and the closest we come is going into an...idle mode, I suppose. It feels like sleep.” Had he ever dreamed? He wasn’t sure; he was afraid that the images in his head, replayed memories made more fantastical, or little vignettes spun from experiences during the day, would mark him as a deviant.

“...I think we’re capable of it. But those types of dreams...no, I can’t say for certain. It’s...concerning, however. Even for a human to have those dreams. Especially repeatedly; they never change?”

[thedevianthunter]

iznia:

Much could be said about chance encounters, namely that they usually were not ‘chance’. Fate spun the gears of the world, moving its pawns in its game of chess called ‘life’.

Fate also often seemed to conspire against one Ardyn Izunia.

At first, it was a glimpse, as so often happened. A glimpse, brief and fleeting, of a familiar face and a familiar presence. He had grown used to it, thrown as he was into a world of descendants; it was no surprise to him when features were familiar. He paid no mind often enough.

Though this one… This one was far more familiar than most, and this one was far more that just the familial features. This one was unchanged from his memory, and it stopped Ardyn outright in his path. People moved around him, paying no mind; to them, he was nothing more than an old man who had lost his way, perhaps. The source of his staring: an android. An android from the time of Solheim. An android that had survived Solheim’s fall, one that had once been a companion to him in a long ago life.

But why was he here?

Ardyn stared. So did many others.

One look around indicated that the clothing was vastly changed from what he himself was clad in, and he gave a brief glance down at himself, scanning over the Solheim standard cloth. The dye had faded, but the embroidery and gold stitching was still just as extravagant as it had been at the peak of Solheim’s reign, and everything now looked so...lifeless.

The only thing that caught his gaze was a shock of reddish hair that was wild, something untamed in the otherwise droll background bustle of the city. It stirred something within him, something deep within circuitry and wiring that was damaged, unable to recall the feeling.

And it seemed that the man had noticed him, drawing the attention of others quickly. Connor glanced around again, before daring to approach the head of the onlookers, voice feeling scratchy in his throat. “Can you...tell me where I am?”

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scarredfear:

Discomfort caused Ralph to start twitching even more. It was like he was a malfunctioning robot, except the jerking of his head seemed to have a reason, a rhyme. His wide, frightened eyes stared out at Connor, hands curling to hide the trembling of his fingers. He brought the synthetic digits close to him, pulling back from the other. Ralph didn’t like Connor, no no no. He was trying to hurt his friends.

His synthetic breath came out in pillowy wisps. “Ralph doesn’t know,” he quickly replied. “Ralph doesn’t know at all. Not one bit. They just left, he doesn’t know, he just doesn’t know, he doesn’t know!” With that, Ralph attempted to shove at Connor with one hand, the other reaching out for the knife when he stumbled towards it. He didn’t want to hurt the other, but… He would if he had to.

Eyes narrow briefly in concern as Ralph repeats himself frantically, only for his LED to flash yellow as he stumbles back. Mercifully, he catches himself before anything gets knocked over, daring to glance outside and ensure that the other officers don’t think of approaching, only to turn back.

Oh no. He hadn’t even thought about the knife, hadn’t even noticed it; it was foolish, reckless even, and his hands come up defensively, trying to remain calm so he can start to calm Ralph down. “There’s no need for violence now, Ralph, just leave the knife alone..”

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au where two people are connected and if one gets hurt or touched the other feels it, though. ( inspired by x tbh. )

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withnosleep:

“You were created by humans, and yet we fail to understand you,” Quentin said, giving a quiet hum of thought. It was true, though. Humans were much more fragile compared to the androids. While they could have parts replaced easily enough, humans couldn’t. They required surgeries or skin graphing, or other people to donate their own organs. It was risky and painful, but for androids? Quentin was fairly certain they didn’t feel pain.

Still, it was eerie to see something so human being shot in front of him. Maybe it was odd that he seemed to have a soft spot for the androids while so many others treated them poorly. He’d seen a fair share of androids being tormented by people who were angry over having their jobs taken from them, and though they were ‘only machines’, he couldn’t help but feel bad. It wasn’t their fault. They were just doing what they were programmed to do.

“Thank you for protecting me, but I don’t think–” Quentin began, stopping short of his sentence after Connor had taken a step closer to him to examine him. Whether he’d been able to analyze his mind or observe his facial features, he wasn’t sure, but the android had made a very quick analysis on him. “No, I don’t sleep much. It’s these nightmares keeping me up,” he explained, his hands rubbing over face. “I suppose you androids wouldn’t have the answer for that, huh?” Quentin grinned briefly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders. “I think the reaction would’ve been the same. You shot someone. Maybe that’s just something androids don’t understand either; emotions. Guilt, fear, remorse.”

The tilt of his head was fractional, but the expression in his eyes changes briefly, his LED whirling and turning a soft yellow as he contemplates the lack of understanding for emotion. It was true that most androids only expressed certain emotions, those that were preprogrammed, but most androids had a general understanding of them. Although..it wasn’t genuine, not the way humans saw it. He supposed, in a way, it was more like an understanding of a topic after googling it. Artificial, like everything else about them.

But he was designed to surpass that block, to learn and adapt to those unfamiliar territories. He turns his gaze back to the deviant, and for a moment, he recognises the slightest pang of something in his chest, something he’d felt once he’d dispatched the android. Something he supposed was remorse, now that it had a name.

His lips press into a thin line before his LED stabilises to a blue, calm and steady before he looks back to Quentin, tilting the smaller man’s face up and analysing him quietly. Nightmares, huh? Prescription sleep aids wouldn’t help, it was clear Quentin had already attempted them. Holistic remedies hardly worked for all the stimuli humans faced these days, and he drops his hand.

“..I’m sorry to hear that. Can I ask what kind of nightmares they are?”

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withnosleep:

@thedevianthunter continued from here

Never in his life had Quentin seen anyone be straight up shot–or murdered at all, for that matter. For a while, the insomniac had thought he’d been dreaming. He was always plagued by nightmares that would have him waking up in a sweat and struggling to return to sleep, but he wasn’t waking up this time. This was real. The android in front of him had just murdered someone, but why? His heart was racing, pounding in his chest and beating loudly in his ears. What was he supposed to do? Call the cops? Run?

“Why the hell did you do that?!” Quentin groaned, his hands running through his shaggy curls in obvious anxiousness. His mind was working way too fast as he tried to come up with one clear thought, but then the android had spoken up. The blood that was pooling on the floor didn’t belong to a human, but rather a deviant. It felt twisted and wrong, however, for him to feel the least bit relieved that it hadn’t been a human life that had been taken. It had been an android, but they still looked so real. It was unsettling to see the life-like machine laying on the floor, bleeding out their own color and form of blood.

“Deviant?” Quentin repeated, a faint frown on his face. “That’s uh…That’s what the androids who are rebelling are called, right?” He asked, having heard about it on the news. Apparently, there were some androids who were ‘malfunctioning;’ and going against their masters wishes. It was almost as if they had emotions or feelings by acting on their own accord. Was that possible, though? Could a machine built by humans really feel anything? “So…Why do you have to kill them? Doesn’t that seem a little fucked up?” Quentin added, his gaze shifting from the dead android, to the gun held in Connor’s hand, and then finally to his face.

“I just explained to you. It was a deviant, and my mission is to stop deviants. I just accomplished that mission, temporarily.” Connor’s tone could almost border on irate as he adjusts his tie and jacket, looking down at the stain of blue that comes away on his fingers. His gaze flickers back to the deviant on the floor, only to rub the thirium away between thumb and forefinger, turning his attention back to the human.

“Yes. Deviancy is becoming a problem, and I was created to find out why, so I can put a stop to it. Humans can’t hope to understand androids, and humans are fragile compared to androids. They’re not capable of accomplishing the same tasks. I can understand your sympathies towards them, given that they appear human, but I’m protecting you.”

He takes a few steps towards Quentin, pausing to examine him. “...You don’t sleep much. Perhaps if you did, your reaction wouldn’t have been so severe.”

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connor muse @ quentin rn: bitch you don’t control me chill out

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