I am Connor. The android sent by CyberLife, how may I help?

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"Of course!" Mer smiles, and stands up from her worktable. "Alright, how do we do this so that you are most comfortable?"

"Have you an x-ray?"

"Yes, I think I do." They start walking around the lab, looking for where they had put it - they hadn't needed one for a bit so it was a little buried and partially disassembled. "Why don't you go pull up a chair?"

Connor takes it from them and sits. "All you should needs is a keyboard and mouse next. I can do the rest."

"Alright." Mer nods, and grabs those things from a nearby pile of spares. Then she sets them within Connor's reach and sits across from him.

Connor is able to connect the screen to himself, the image displaying options. On the side, there is a map of his body, the other are selections. "Normally I'd do something different but your tech isn't quite caught up with mine. I hope this will do."

"Me too, Connor," she says. "Now... What precisely did you need my help with?"

"There are a few functions I cannot check myself, they should be listed under the tab "PAS.""

"Okay." They navigate to that tab and begin looking through it.

Most of his functions are in working order, there are a few levels that are too low or too high. Stress is too high, his sleep pattern is inconsistent, his mood patterns are mostly low as well. But besides that, his injuries appear to be healing nicely.

"I am aware of my condition as well as it's cause. I am choosing to ignore it until I am able to complete my mission. If anything, this was to see if my internal injuries are healing as expected, and they are."

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"Of course!" Mer smiles, and stands up from her worktable. "Alright, how do we do this so that you are most comfortable?"

"Have you an x-ray?"

"Yes, I think I do." They start walking around the lab, looking for where they had put it - they hadn't needed one for a bit so it was a little buried and partially disassembled. "Why don't you go pull up a chair?"

Connor takes it from them and sits. "All you should needs is a keyboard and mouse next. I can do the rest."

"Alright." Mer nods, and grabs those things from a nearby pile of spares. Then she sets them within Connor's reach and sits across from him.

Connor is able to connect the screen to himself, the image displaying options. On the side, there is a map of his body, the other are selections. "Normally I'd do something different but your tech isn't quite caught up with mine. I hope this will do."

"Me too, Connor," she says. "Now... What precisely did you need my help with?"

"There are a few functions I cannot check myself, they should be listed under the tab "PAS.""

"Okay." They navigate to that tab and begin looking through it.

Most of his functions are in working order, there are a few levels that are too low or too high. Stress is too high, his sleep pattern is inconsistent, his mood patterns are mostly low as well. But besides that, his injuries appear to be healing nicely.

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"Of course!" Mer smiles, and stands up from her worktable. "Alright, how do we do this so that you are most comfortable?"

"Have you an x-ray?"

"Yes, I think I do." They start walking around the lab, looking for where they had put it - they hadn't needed one for a bit so it was a little buried and partially disassembled. "Why don't you go pull up a chair?"

Connor takes it from them and sits. "All you should needs is a keyboard and mouse next. I can do the rest."

"Alright." Mer nods, and grabs those things from a nearby pile of spares. Then she sets them within Connor's reach and sits across from him.

Connor is able to connect the screen to himself, the image displaying options. On the side, there is a map of his body, the other are selections. "Normally I'd do something different but your tech isn't quite caught up with mine. I hope this will do."

"Me too, Connor," she says. "Now... What precisely did you need my help with?"

"There are a few functions I cannot check myself, they should be listed under the tab "PAS.""

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"Of course!" Mer smiles, and stands up from her worktable. "Alright, how do we do this so that you are most comfortable?"

"Have you an x-ray?"

"Yes, I think I do." They start walking around the lab, looking for where they had put it - they hadn't needed one for a bit so it was a little buried and partially disassembled. "Why don't you go pull up a chair?"

Connor takes it from them and sits. "All you should needs is a keyboard and mouse next. I can do the rest."

"Alright." Mer nods, and grabs those things from a nearby pile of spares. Then she sets them within Connor's reach and sits across from him.

Connor is able to connect the screen to himself, the image displaying options. On the side, there is a map of his body, the other are selections. "Normally I'd do something different but your tech isn't quite caught up with mine. I hope this will do."

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"Of course!" Mer smiles, and stands up from her worktable. "Alright, how do we do this so that you are most comfortable?"

"Have you an x-ray?"

"Yes, I think I do." They start walking around the lab, looking for where they had put it - they hadn't needed one for a bit so it was a little buried and partially disassembled. "Why don't you go pull up a chair?"

Connor takes it from them and sits. "All you should needs is a keyboard and mouse next. I can do the rest."

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"Of course!" Mer smiles, and stands up from her worktable. "Alright, how do we do this so that you are most comfortable?"

"Have you an x-ray?"

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"Oh, this?" she pushes the project aside. "It's nothing that can't wait. Go ahead and ask."

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to examine me. I am aware that you do not have all the advancements I do, but I would be willing to walk you through it."

"I have a request, though you appear busy. I can come back later."

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"Then Igor will not ask," he nods, "But Igor is always willing to listen if Sir Connor does. Talking about hard things can help, sometimes."

Connor nods back, not meeting Igor's eyes.

"In the meantime..." Igor goes back to rocking in the rocking chair. "Is there anything Igor can do to help Sir Connor feel more at home here?"

"No, thank you. I prefer not to be a bother."

"And Igor enjoys taking care of people, it would be no bother," he insists. "But if there is nothing then there is nothing."

Connor sighs a little, "As long as we are being honest, this is the longest I've lived in a home. Before I was either not online or had only been to android rest stops. I am not sure what would be considered normal to ask...I would not mind assistance if you'd be alright with that."

"Igor is fine with that, yes," he nods a few more times, "Sir Connor can just ask anything, and if it is too much Igor will say so, and say why."

He nods, "Thank you."

"It is no trouble," Igor says.

"I should go." He stands, "I hope to see you later."

"Igor is easy to find if Sir Connor ever wishes to," he says, looking up at Connor. "Have a good day then."

"You as well." Connor leaves but Sumo stays.

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"Then Igor will not ask," he nods, "But Igor is always willing to listen if Sir Connor does. Talking about hard things can help, sometimes."

Connor nods back, not meeting Igor's eyes.

"In the meantime..." Igor goes back to rocking in the rocking chair. "Is there anything Igor can do to help Sir Connor feel more at home here?"

"No, thank you. I prefer not to be a bother."

"And Igor enjoys taking care of people, it would be no bother," he insists. "But if there is nothing then there is nothing."

Connor sighs a little, "As long as we are being honest, this is the longest I've lived in a home. Before I was either not online or had only been to android rest stops. I am not sure what would be considered normal to ask...I would not mind assistance if you'd be alright with that."

"Igor is fine with that, yes," he nods a few more times, "Sir Connor can just ask anything, and if it is too much Igor will say so, and say why."

He nods, "Thank you."

"It is no trouble," Igor says.

"I should go." He stands, "I hope to see you later."

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"Then Igor will not ask," he nods, "But Igor is always willing to listen if Sir Connor does. Talking about hard things can help, sometimes."

Connor nods back, not meeting Igor's eyes.

"In the meantime..." Igor goes back to rocking in the rocking chair. "Is there anything Igor can do to help Sir Connor feel more at home here?"

"No, thank you. I prefer not to be a bother."

"And Igor enjoys taking care of people, it would be no bother," he insists. "But if there is nothing then there is nothing."

Connor sighs a little, "As long as we are being honest, this is the longest I've lived in a home. Before I was either not online or had only been to android rest stops. I am not sure what would be considered normal to ask...I would not mind assistance if you'd be alright with that."

"Igor is fine with that, yes," he nods a few more times, "Sir Connor can just ask anything, and if it is too much Igor will say so, and say why."

He nods, "Thank you."

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"Then Igor will not ask," he nods, "But Igor is always willing to listen if Sir Connor does. Talking about hard things can help, sometimes."

Connor nods back, not meeting Igor's eyes.

"In the meantime..." Igor goes back to rocking in the rocking chair. "Is there anything Igor can do to help Sir Connor feel more at home here?"

"No, thank you. I prefer not to be a bother."

"And Igor enjoys taking care of people, it would be no bother," he insists. "But if there is nothing then there is nothing."

Connor sighs a little, "As long as we are being honest, this is the longest I've lived in a home. Before I was either not online or had only been to android rest stops. I am not sure what would be considered normal to ask...I would not mind assistance if you'd be alright with that."

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"Then Igor will not ask," he nods, "But Igor is always willing to listen if Sir Connor does. Talking about hard things can help, sometimes."

Connor nods back, not meeting Igor's eyes.

"In the meantime..." Igor goes back to rocking in the rocking chair. "Is there anything Igor can do to help Sir Connor feel more at home here?"

"No, thank you. I prefer not to be a bother."

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"Then Igor will not ask," he nods, "But Igor is always willing to listen if Sir Connor does. Talking about hard things can help, sometimes."

Connor nods back, not meeting Igor's eyes.

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

"I have made a mistake in the form of allowing temperature to effect me. I heavily dislike it."

Connor nods, "That is alright. What do you mean by bare stone though?" The bot was dressed warmly and yet was still cold, so the blanket was much appreciated.

"The castle walls," Igor says, smiling crooked-toothed and patting Connor's arm a few times, in an affectionate, almost paternal, way. "Igor remembers when there were tapestries, but they got in the way of The Master's traps and secret passages..."

"Tapestries? What did those look like?" Connor softens just a tad once Igor pats his arm. He was slowly warming up to the idea of affection.

"Many were depictions of the history of this place, and the family who has always ruled it," Igor says, gaze going a little distant. "Battles, important changes to the castle itself, Arthur Pendragon the first receiving Caledfwlch and his many exploits with it, along with the wizard Merlin Ambroaz..." He hums a little, in his raspy voice. "And there were also others, showing the myths of Camelot and what is now called Wales, showing animals and forests and oceans... When the Master moved the castle here, they left behind a museum to house those in, for the preservation of at least some history. Including photos of how they looked on the walls."

He does save this information but is more worried about the distant look in Igor's eyes. Connor very gently takes one of Igor's hands, he's heard it helps keeping someone present in the moment. "If it would not bother you, would you like to go see it?"

"Igor would certainly not mind," he says, smiling again and squeezing Connor's hand softly. "It is good to revisit old memories sometimes, Igor thinks." His eyes were focused on the here and now once more. "And Igor has a lot of those, Igor has been around so long... Is Sir Connor warm enough now? Igor would also have made tea, but..."

His hand is warm, Connor is no longer lightly shivering. "I am at a regular temperature. Though food isn't an option, drinks can be helpful for cooling or warming." While he is curious on how long Igor has been alive for, he thinks now is not the time. "What about yourself, are you warm enough?" He discreetly scans to check the temperature.

Igor cackles a little, some of the stitches on his face puckering. "Igor is fine, the cold never bothered Igor. But the concern is appreciated. Sir Connor is very kind." He squeezes Connor's hand again, and ruffles his hair. "And it is good to know that drinks can be helpful to Sir Connor. Igor will remember that."

It's at this point that Connor realizes it would be smart to let Merlyn and Igor know what exactly Connor can and cannot have. Along with adding a note about Igor's cold tolerance, Connor checks his data one more time. He'd been thinking about it for a week or two, but he officially trusts Igor.

"Am I allowed to bring Sumo? He has been playing outside with the goats."

"Yes, Igor thinks that will be fine. Sumo is well-behaved," he nods.

He smiles a little and goes off to get his dog.

Igor shuffles away to make some tea, and brings a tray of it to the living room with the fireplace, to meet Connor there.

It takes a few minutes to locate his dog but Connor eventually comes back in, Sumo following.

Igor cackles softly and pets Sumo for a time. "Sir Connor is welcome, Igor enjoys making tea anyway." He shuffles back inside the room. "Is Sumo a winter dog then?"

"Yes, I've found he enjoys cold weather. Though I do have to minimize his time, he is old and his joints would get too cold." Sumo calms around Igor the same way he does with Connor.

Igor nods, and sets up a cushion on the floor for Sumo, a small distance from the crackling fire behind the grate. "Igor is glad someone enjoys it, many people do not."

"Maybe another time." He is a little too quick to answer that, not that Connor could help his emotional response. It wasn't exactly an easy subject, not with how it ended.

Connor stations himself next to Igor. "What about humans you have met? Is there anyone besides Mx. Merlyn that you've taken a liking to?"

"Igor would not call them deviants," he says, "foreign armies have always been more likely." He continues rocking in the chair. "But Sir Connor is correct, being out in the field helps with spotting troublemakers. And Igor's... constitution... makes Igor well-suited to driving them away. Especially since the traps did not come until The Master was able to take charge a decade or so ago."

"My apologies, force of habit. That is what we primary called our rouge androids. I had a job similar to yours, well, in parts. While I was made to be a detective, my personal mission shifted to another. The same human I mentioned earlier. I was to assist him in cases, but one in particular showed that I had grown an attachment to him. I am unsure if it was my Social Relations Protocol or if I saw he wanted the company, but I ended up trying to protect him too." It seems Connor wants to open up a little more about his human. Or, father figure rather.

He nods, "It was." He grows quiet, sipping his tea.

Connor's voice unintentionally softens. "The lieutenant performed his tasks more adequately than others might think. He's admittedly broken protocol on numerous occasions, yet it was the better move as I've come to learn. He was angered by my presence in the beginning, understandably so. And still. He is the one that essentially taught me I was alive and encouraged me to act myself."

"He sounds like a good man," Igor says, smiling softly. He gently puts a hand over Connor's.

Connor pulls away, "Was." He corrects.

Igor pulls his hand back, expression falling a little. "Then Igor is sorry he is gone."

"There is no need for you to apologize. You were not the reason he died." Connor was, at least, that's what he felt. And logically, it was as well. Since it had been a while since he thought about it, his emotions cam in quick, the android was unable to keep a few tears from spilling.