𝐑𝐊𝟖𝟎𝟎「Connor」 #313 248 317 - 5# (
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[ it's dark. his internal chronometer reads 9:45pm. it had taken less than an hour to wrap up the hostage situation, and he'd left almost immediately after to catch a cab back to the cyberlife tower.
the reason why he's currently standing on a curb, under the harsh glare of a street lamp, is obvious without words: the cab parked nearby, smoking under the hood, is the culprit. he had called a second cab fifteen minutes ago, but had been warned that it might arrive late. there was currently high traffic congestion in this part of the city, and several cabs were stuck in the backup of vehicles. this was partially due to the streets around the phillips' apartment building being blocked off for several hours.
a moth had broken free from the allure of the street lamp to orbit around his head— it bumped into his LED twice, attracted by the glow. connor stepped sideways, and it followed him.
he waited for his cab to arrive. he didn't didn't think about daniel, or emma. he waited. ]
the reason why he's currently standing on a curb, under the harsh glare of a street lamp, is obvious without words: the cab parked nearby, smoking under the hood, is the culprit. he had called a second cab fifteen minutes ago, but had been warned that it might arrive late. there was currently high traffic congestion in this part of the city, and several cabs were stuck in the backup of vehicles. this was partially due to the streets around the phillips' apartment building being blocked off for several hours.
a moth had broken free from the allure of the street lamp to orbit around his head— it bumped into his LED twice, attracted by the glow. connor stepped sideways, and it followed him.
he waited for his cab to arrive. he didn't didn't think about daniel, or emma. he waited. ]
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What do you want to talk about?
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I don't know.
[ another pause, and then he asks, ]
Did you realize I was an android when you stopped?
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I think the fact you were in front of a broke down taxi through me off, I guess I didn't expect androids to be taking taxis.
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[ maybe cyberlife could've provided him with private transportation, but they'd decided not to. any other android, though... ]
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( He huffs. ) If you were so important, why didn't they send a car? Or why isn't someone with you, watching you?
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[ although a small part of him wonders this too. they've inflated his importance, but it's really his programming that's had all the time and money dumped into it. his body, his physical construction, isn't that changed from the standard models, with some notable exceptions. ]
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but he just looks confused in the face of hank's question. ]
A bucket list?
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[ he still doesn't seem to understand, but it's not the question that's giving him problems. it's the sentiment behind it. ]
An android can't commit suicide, Lieutenant. It's not alive.
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It depends on what you consider life as, or if you consider it at all. Makes you wonder though, how much you can appreciate a human life if you don't even value your own.
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[ the concept is simple enough to him, but it seems like the lieutenant is hung up on something. after studying his face for a few more moment in the occasionally light provided by the roadside lamps, he gives up trying to figure it out. ]
You do remember this is a hypothetical situation? I completed my mission successfully.
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[ that seems a simple concept to him too, but statistically speaking... the lieutenant has a point.
maybe it's just one he would rather not see. ]
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( Hank makes another noise of disgust. He's getting upset again. Though... as he reflects on their conversation something comes to mind. That wistful hope that lingers in the eyes of someone who knows they're going to die.
That's what Connor's response reminds hims of. )
Hm.
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[ he doesn't seem convinced, but he's clearly not going to say anything about it. what cyberlife does with him is between him and cyberlife. he's their property, after all.
could it possible for him to hope that things might be otherwise? really, he can only take into consideration the fact that his memories and experiences will go on to make something better.
but for now, he's the best there is. ]
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Hank has to calm himself down. His eyes glance over to the pack of smokes on his dashboard. No, no... fucking no. He takes a breath through flared nostrils. )
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he doesn't know when they will. ]
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Hank pulls up in front of the main entrance and looks to Connor. )
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in front of the main entrace, connor turns to look at the lieutenant, wondering to himself what drove him to ferry an android across the city when he claims to hate them. but even now that the danger of the lieutenant kicking him out of the car has passed, he still doesn't ask. he doesn't know why. maybe some instinct tells him he won't get a satisfactory answer anyway. ]
Thank you for being my... knight in shining armor, Lieutenant.
[ his lips twitch into a small smile, and then he turns and opens the door to step out onto the pavement. a guard follows him in through the main doors.
he only turns back once he can hear the lieutenant's car pulling away. ]
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The first few days Hank was bothered by what he had done. He regrets thinking he was anyone's hero. Let alone an android. He can't imagine what has happened to Connor. It was enough that he was distracted at work and restless at home. Had he just delivered Connor to his death? Fuck it, why should he care? For all Connor said, he was nothing more than a coffee machine. But that's not true... Coffee machines don't pass that fucking Turing Test.
Hank was surprised to see Connor at the station, and it made whatever task he was doing at the time obsolete. What was more important was confronting Connor. He stalked the android through the station and demanded to speak to him. He was only satisfied once he was able to confirm that Connor recalled their drive. It made him feel better, and he could go back to his work - although still distracted and useless. They ran across each other a few more times. Each time Hank grew more and more concerned with Connor's wellbeing.
It began to make him crazy. To the point that he loitered around the station when Connor was there and followed him through the city, well, for as much as he could get away with. It didn't matter to him if Connor caught on, he just couldn't have any of the humans notice he was tailing the android. )
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