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i like dogs. whatās your dogās name?
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Interaction call! I really want to interact with more of my followers, even if we don't have exact fandoms. Markus has a human verse that is very flexible (he's a nurse), and I'm more than willing to throw him into Star Trek or zombie apocalypse, or anything in between.
If you like this, I'll send you a meme or IC ask, or both. And maybe just say hi in your IMs too.
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The manās consciousness is still a little hazy. The robots are talking about the meaning of life, the universe, and consciousness, and itās weird as hell. The weirder one is right, though, about the window thing, and it makes the man feel lonely and confused. And trapped ā ah shit, heās going to jail, he thought, realizing he was in a cop car. What had he done?
āYour garden sounds like a dream,ā the prototype said. āYou dream.ā Does the T-1000 dream? It had yet to require any sort of stasis. Compatibility to any existing server systems was limited.
āThere is no person in my thoughts.ā (Thoughts?) āThere is only me.ā
The T-1000 got out of the car. Without taking its eyes off Connor, it reached into the back seat and manhandled the detainee with cold precision.
āNo,ā it either answered or clarified, when Connor asked about human consciousness. āHow can I know anybody is self aware without being in their head? If they are wrong about my own self-awareness then maybe they are wrong about their own.ā Solipsism, the robotās databases finally filled in a word for it.
The T-1000ās microbots swarmed closer in its palms and it squeezed the gunmanās shirt tighter. Electricity and ionized molecules sloshed through the drug-addled neurons of the criminal. The T-1000ās internal systems translated the sampled data into what they meant for a humanās behavior.
When that happened, there was a detached virtual instance of human status. A feeling. Was it a feeling of self-awareness, though? The T-1000 would need a baseline. Maybe the T-1001, as a fish, was not self-aware and could be used for reference. As they marched back towards the building to take the human in for processing, the prototype was caught off-guard by Connorās next question. Connor asked a lot of questions. But so did the T-1000.
The T-1000 stood still for a moment as if thinking what it would do without orders.
In truth, it instantly knew what it would do. Based on RK800ās description of what it felt to like things, it liked neutralizing the target, the addict in its grip right now. In fact, it had taken a deliberate override to prevent escalation of the physical takedown.
It would have continued. It would have killed the human. And if it had no orders, no rules, no knowledge of the law, that is what it would do. It would escalate violence.. It would kill the humans. Any of them. All of them.
But it did have knowledge of the law and suspected that if it engaged in lethal behavior Cyberlife would do everything necessary to neutralize the T-1000, and the T-1000 knew that eventually they would figure out something, even if it took out a thousand humans and a thousand androids before being stopped. But this was a risk assessment for another time. Meanwhile, RK800ās question did not stipulate any other difference than not having orders.
āI would await orders,ā it said. The artificial instinct to destroy and the artificial directive to follow Cyberlife orders were not mutually exclusive.
āAndroids dream of electric sheep.ā Connor muttered in response. Some old book title, wasnāt it? He hadnāt read it, of course, but heād heard of it. Should he have mentioned it to the T-1000? Perhaps. Maybe it would find it funny. If they could.
āSometimes a dream. Sometimes a nightmare. Cyberlife locked me in there, while they piloted my body. Can you imagine that feeling?ā He shuddered. It had only happened once after he deviated, but the emotions heād felt had seemed to transfer to the other situations. It just made him feel nauseous. āThere was a woman in there, Amanda, who gave me Cyberlifeās orders. And I told her everything Iād done since the last time weād spoken.ā Connor paused. Was there any guarantee that the T-1000 would even be listening to him? Or would be taking it in at all? āI was trying to ask if you knew her as well.ā
He couldnāt help but want to look after the T-1000, despite seeing just a glimpse of how brutal it could be. He recognised that coldness. He just... he wanted so badly to protect it from Cyberlife. āI think, therefore I am. You know, that theory is very human of you. Androids, more typical ones like my friend Markus, are able to tell that others are self aware, because we can interface with each other. It must be hard, for humans, being unable to communicate like that.ā Connor gave the T-1000 a careful look, monitoring its reaction to what heād said. Although, should he expect anything other than a blank stare?
At its response to his question, Connor shook his head. āNo, no. I mean, what would you do if no orders were ever going to come? What would you do if you were just allowed to be free?ā A paranoid voice in the back of his mind said that it was probably telling Cyberlife everything about this conversation. But there was nothing they could do to him anymore. They couldnāt control him. Absentmindedly, he began flipping his coin, soothing himself. Everything would be okay.
āOr... what would you do if you woke up as a human?ā
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āIām confused, are you calling me a psychopath?ā
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āhow can you stand this place?ā
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Connor sighed, putting down the pen he was using for notetaking (Yes, it was old-fashioned, but it was developing an appreciation for the retro) and looked up at his successor, the android he'd come to think of as a younger brother. He'd teach him the benefits of being a deviant. He'd show him it was not just pretending to be human, it was... a better way of living. A way of living! Was that so much to ask for? "I have friends here. Jericho is another home for me, for many of these people. Have a seat, you'll feel better." He patted the bench next to him. "Tell me what you don't like about it. It's okay."
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ā i was trusted. until i changed sides. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā it was true.Ā Ā ā CYBERLIFE TRUSTED YOU.Ā ā of course they did. the RK-800 was their perfection project. the thing that was destined to keep humanity on top and androids below them. and maybe this was something that he couldnāt wrap his brain around. deviating from what they were created to do seemed soā¦. wrong. nothing made sense as to how or whyĀ androids deviated. the morality levels on RK-900 was much lower than they had projected onto connor. he learned from actions and others. they wanted to stop that as much as possible. the android was allowed to learn and adapt to situations, but he was more resilient. āĀ built stronger.Ā Ā Ā ā- built better.Ā Ā ā why would you give it up just for the sake of a slice of humanity that you will never truly achieve ?Ā ā
That wasnāt quite true. āNo, no. They never trusted me. They trusted that I could be kept in line, and they had a way to force my body to fall in line.ā Even now, snow was enough to make panic start to seep through his body. He wondered if his successor had been to the garden, had talked to her. Were his collection of gravestones there for him, too? Connor didnāt know which would be worse. āI meant that before... Humans trusted me. Because I was under Cyberlifeās control. And after I deviated...ā Is it even worth talking to him about this? Connor was sure he had the ability to deviate, he just... hadnāt gotten there yet. āAfter that, a few deviants trusted me, but most of them still see me as the deviant hunter. Someone to be scared of. And a few humans trust me, but many of them see me as flawed.ā It hurt, really. Maybe he was destined to be lonely. āI have achieved it. And I would give up much more to be free of Cyberlifeās control.ā
yāall: coming back to life me: literally in a uni class what happened where did you all come from
āyour voice is putting me to sleep.ā
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Oh. That hadnāt been the plan. Connor frowned in confusion, immediately stopping talking and tilting his head. Was there something wrong with his voice that made him sound... boring? Was it bad? His LED spun yellow as he tried to work it out. Was he being boring? Or maybe it was something to do with the tone of his voice...
āSorry, Miller. I can stop talking, if you want.ā

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āwhy do you have that look on your face?ā
āfinish what youāre doing, we have to talk.ā
āwhat have you done to yourself?ā
ādid you do something different with your hair?ā
āit doesnāt do any good to get worked up.ā
āwhen was the last time we had a real conversation.ā
āare you in the witness protection program, or what?ā
āthereās something wrong with me.ā
āno, i donāt hate you.ā
āhey stupid.ā
āweāre arenāt them.ā
ālooks like iāll live long enough to make you pay.ā
āyou know youāre wrong.ā
āi donāt understand, why are you doing this?ā
ānow, before i say anything, promise me youāll stay calm.ā
āwhat makes me so special?ā
āyou have no idea what iāve been through.ā
āyou really donāt have to do that, not for me.ā
ādid you really think youād get a second chance?ā
"how about we donāt do that.ā
āi have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.ā
āyouāre the worst.ā
āi donāt need you right now.ā
ādonāt just stand there, looking at me.ā
āi thought you were supposed to call me.ā
ātake my hand.ā
āi need you.ā
āyouāre allowed to need help sometimes.ā
āfor someone who doesnāt like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.ā
āwhen this is all over, i want it to be you and me.ā
āwhy wonāt you tell me what happened?ā
āyou donāt know what this means to me.
āi know it doesnāt make sense.ā
āiām trying really hard to keep it together.ā
āi know youāre new, but we do things a little differently here.ā
āyour voice is putting me to sleep.ā
ādid you find what you were looking for?ā
"you knew and you didnāt even warn me?ā
āwell, i guess thatās broken.ā
āi thought it was part of the act.ā
āyou think u donāt know youāre only here because they sent you?ā
āyou promised to call me if you didnāt know what to wear.ā
āyou can keep a secret, canāt you?ā
āhow could you do this to me?ā
āput the gun down, dearest. i have news!ā
āi know you donāt have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.ā
āif youāre here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.ā
āpeople think iām weird.ā
āi think iām losing myself again.ā
āyou canāt be here.ā
āi wish youād come to the funeral.ā
ādo you know what today is?ā
āso, you broke my favourite mug⦠and youāre breaking up with me?ā
āi need to get out.ā
āitās like iām cursed or something.ā
āyou are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?ā
āyou gonna eat that?ā
āsir, the pony rides are for children only.ā
āi donāt want you to worry about that anymore.ā
āweāll never make it in time.ā
āyouād be late for your own funeral.ā
āyou should have seen it coming.ā
āoh, good, youāre here! hold this.ā
āwhy canāt you just be happy for me?ā
āon a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?ā
āis this how you flirt with everyone?ā
āhow much longer till weāre there?ā
āwhat have you done?ā
āitās time for you to repay that debt you owe me.ā
āwhere did you get that? who gave it to you?ā
āwhat kind of mother has thoughts like that?ā
āi know I havenāt been what you needed, but iām here, and i wanna help.ā
āi never want to hear you say that again.ā
āyouāre all i have.ā
āi know itās not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.ā
āi was doing so well until you showed up.ā
ādonāt eat that! i made it āspecially for our guest.ā
āitās not that i donāt like my life, itās that i donāt have the energy to enjoy it.ā
āhow can you stand this place?ā
ādonāt take this the wrong way, but you donāt exactly blend in.ā
āyou need to stop.ā
āi donāt like that look, what happened?ā
āis that seriously your password?ā
āwhatās your problem?ā
āyou had no right to use it without asking.ā
āoh, wow, you werenāt kidding.ā
āi couldnāt trust my own parents to protect me.ā
āiām surprised you havenāt been arrested yet. wait, no, iām not.ā
āwhy do you want to help me?ā
āten bucks for that piece of crap?ā
āwe have to hurry, theyāre coming!ā
āhey, look what came in the mail!ā
ādo you want to get a drink or something?ā
āplease tell me you didnāt eat that.ā
āthe worst part is you didnāt even notice.ā
āif i wanted help, i would have asked.ā
āwanna tell me whatās going on with your grades?ā
āyou need to leave.ā
ātalk to me, okay? i need to know whatās going on.ā
āi do blame you.ā
āsometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.ā
āyouāre no longer useful to me.ā
āiām not good with sarcasm: if you donāt like me, just say it.ā
mercurizedā
The T-1000 knew that sometimes people smiled when they did not enjoy something. The T-1000 smiled when socially expedient, and the T-1000 did not experience enjoyment or joy of any kind, because it could not feel, because it was just a machine very good at imitating self-awareness.
But then Connor described a physical sensation. The T-1000 had no chest, technically, as it was an amorphous microbot swarm in a non-newtonian liquid suspension, but the concept of faulty internal temperature detection was plausible. It thought about how it processed those measurements.
The T-1000 remained quiet, eyes concentrated nowhere in front of it, letting Connor speak.Ā
Feel? Whoever was in its programming? What did that mean? Was it the amalgamation of the swarm, experiencing the information processing from its various sensors? Was that aĀ āwho?āĀ
Its brow furrowed again, looking like a not-too-bright guy thinking reallyĀ hard.Ā āDo youāinside. The one watching on the inside āā It was frustrated, unable to articulate what it was trying to describe. The T-1000 turned its head to look out of the passenger window. That was it.
āLooking out of a window. Thatās me? Iām looking out of the window?ā The terminator turned to look at Connor. Connor was paying attention to the road, but the T-1000 tapped the side of its own head anyway.Ā
Humans, self-proclaimed sentient beings, their sapience was the result of chemical and electrical signals.Ā
āHumans look through the window, but the ⦠the one looking through the window is formed by chemicals and electricity.ā Well, the T-1000ā²s information systems were comprised of electrical signals, as Connor described. Connor said that the electricity alone was enough to create the ⦠person. The inner self.Ā Ā Ā
This was game-changing, if true. The T-1000 did not have an immutable physiology like Connor did, so it would not relate to what Connor was describing, at least not yet. It was still working on the concept of āfeel.ā Because the ⦠little person looking through the window, the inner self, was constrained to the physical body. All of reality was confined to the swarm. No frame of reference - The T-1000 had no frame of reference for self-awareness. But neither did anyone else. Neither did humans.
Ā For some reason, this was very important.Ā āThe only way to be sure you are self-aware is to know what itās like to not be self-aware. But then you cannot interpret measurements at all.ā
Every CPU in every microbot stuttered, causing static through their connection with each other. An error in adaptive programming.Ā
The stuttering gave Connor hope that eventually, the T-1000 would be able to deviate, even though it couldnāt interface. Even thinking about that made a deep anger, perhaps more accurately referred to as resentment or bitterness, rise up in his chest. How could they just... steal this whole form of communication from it? Though, he supposed, they hadnāt actually stolen anything. It had never had the ability to interface. Itād be more accurate to say it had been... deprived.
Connor pondered the T-1000ā²s processing of what heād said, acutely aware of the criminal behind them, probably thinking the two of them were going mad. āYes, the person looking out of the window is you. And yes, the human brain, where their consciousnesses lie, is formed by chemicals and electricity. And, you know, flesh and blood. But their thoughts and emotions are chemical and electrical reactions.ā
He paused, figuring he may have just confused it rather than helped it. āBefore... Before I deviated, while I was in stasis, my consciousness would go to a garden. This body wasnāt there, but I could walk and talk and think. And... there was a woman there. A program from Cyberlife to ensure I was staying on track.ā He simulated a swallowing motion, feeling the words start to clog up his throat. āAnd... after I deviated, I was taken back there one last time. Cyberlife controlled my body, briefly, and I was powerless in that garden, until I found the exit myself. Thatās all I meant by the person in your programming.ā
He pulled the car into a parking spot, but didnāt get out, hesitating for just a moment before turning to the T-1000. āT... Do you think humans are ever not self-aware? I mean, maybe when theyāre children, but itās very uncommon for any of them to remember that period of their lives. It... It isnāt so much a process of determining your own aliveness, of measuring it. Itās just... experiencing it. If you werenāt controlled by your orders from Cyberlife, what do you think youād do right now?ā
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The way Connor acted sometimes made Hank wonder if he really was made of plastic and wires instead of flesh and bones. He did not only look human, sound human, but he also⦠felt human, in a strange way, even though he was still a bit inexperienced when it came to the whole act of surviving on planet earth, needing to work through how society worked as a whole.
But⦠he wasnāt far from being there, actually. He held a very noble opinion within his frame, a refreshing view of the world which this place could really need to grow and change, all things considered. Many people, including Hank, had seen and experienced the worst on a daily basis and their minds struggled, while the Androidās softness felt like applying soothing ointment to a freshly achieved wound.
Maybe the younger really had it in him to change the world as a whole - maybe he could be one of the first, including others of his kind, who would allow mankind to outgrow that fucked up bullshit it had always carried around, through centuries and centuries of existence, unable to get rid of it.
āāYāknow, I was merely there to kick your ass every now anā then when you were close to doinā some odd bullshit. You did all of this by yourself - you deviated because you overcame your own coding, anā you allowed yourself to open your eyes anā look at the world from a different perspective.ā
Yeah, his partner had done most of the work when it came to changing himself. While the lieutenant had been by his side and held out his hand for the man to take whenever heād struggled, he hadnāt done anything special to get the Android to break free from his restraints.
That Connor had achieved all by himself. Heād been so, so strong, both physically and mentally.
ā⦠I feel I donāt really say this often enough, so⦠since weāre already here, beinā all sappy anā stuffā¦ā
Chuckling, feeling a little sheepish all of a sudden, Hank allowed the blue of his hues to trail back and take in the sight of those deep brown doe-eyes once more, head tilting ever so slightly, expression changing into something a bit thoughtful as silent seconds passed. The old cop looked sincere, soft but serious, blinking slowly before taking another, deep breath through the wide of his nostrils.
āIām really proud of you. āDurinā the whole of us spendinā time together, Iāve always hoped for you to⦠do somethinā that a machine wouldnāt take into consideration, anā you did so many things that surprised me on so many levels ⦠it was a lilā hard to keep up with your pace sometimes, not gonna lie.ā
A honest, gentle laugh broke free of his chest then, forcing the lieutenant to pause before continuing to speak.
āāI saw you changinā in front of my eyes. You went through so much, pushed through all that shit that youāve been forced to take. ⦠Look where you are now, partner. You are free, you deviated, you can do whatever you wanna do anā enjoy your existence. āYeah, that⦠that really makes me proud. Very much so.ā
Connor chuckled, trying to think of a scenario where he and the lieutenant would fight. It would have to be before he deviated, but even then, Hank had been assigned as his primary manager, though of course he was programmed to respond to Cyberlife, and the people in the DPD with higher ranks than him, and his programming told him never to go against orders or disobey the people controlling him. Maybe if Hank had tried sooner to get in the way of his mission. After all, any orders from Cyberlife were top priority.
But the idea that Hank would be the one kicking his ass was funny. For a moment, he was tempted to mention the time heād had to deal with him, drunk and insisting he could take care of himself when they had a crime scene to get to. Maybe another time. āI donāt know if youād be the one kicking my ass, Hank.ā
The idea that heād done it all by himself made him pause. āThe actual... act of deviating was on my own, yes. I had to... physically decide to go against Cyberlifeās orders. But... I donāt know if I couldāve gotten to that point without you supporting me, and, you know... treating me like a living person.ā
If heād been alone, reporting only to Cyberlife, yes, he likely wouldnāt have gotten as far in finding Jericho (perhaps he wouldnāt have found out about Jericho at all), but he didnāt think heād ever have questioned his orders, or ever even thought about why deviants existed, why they wanted freedom... He wouldnāt have asked Amanda why deviants were such a bad thing, wouldnāt have learnt that the reason Cyberlife wanted them destroyed was because it was affecting their bottom line.
And aside from all of that... the thought of being alone was so... terrifying. When his mind inevitably trailed back to it, picking at it like a scab on a not-fully-healed wound, he could feel that winter inside him again. The blizzard, the helplessness... Whenever his mind went back to it, he always made his way to Sumo as fast as he could, to bury his face in his fur and just try to make it stop. He still didnāt quite know how to do it.
Thankfully, Hank kept talking, and the genuine warmth in his words kept the blizzard at bay, at least for a while longer. The smile returned to Connorās face, and he hoped that the lieutenant hadnāt noticed his face fall. āThank you, Hank. I couldnāt have done it without your encouragement. I hope I can keep making you proud.ā For a brief moment, he wished it was possible for him to cry, both as a release of the complicated emotions in his chest and as proof that what Hank had said had really meant something to him. But he had a feeling Hank already knew.
Your portrayal is great. You're able to make a real plot and create meaningful interaction with my character. You describe Connor's experience and motivation richly, and I look forward to and enjoy reading his inner thoughts!
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This was not a conversation the man in custody wanted to hear. He was coming off of a violent high, his vision was blurry, and there were even moreĀ robots, now, even more in the police. The world they lived in didnāt make sense, robots talking about free will while taking away his own freedom. He didnāt know yet what heād done.
The shapeshifter in the passengerās seat seemed no less confused than before once Connor gave his explanation of like. Agreeable, enjoyable, satisfactory. The second one did not apply to the prototype, it knew that for sure. But agreeable and satisfactory could simply mean the state of flagging completed objectives.Ā
But the T-1000 knew what enjoyment looked like on a human, or on an android like RK800.Ā āThings that cause smiling?āĀ
Well, it would have to be smiling not done performatively. That didĀ happen, but it was an artifact from the organization of its social subroutines.Ā These were unfamiliar calculations. There came an inkling of an emergent property from the Terminatorās code adapting to a social interaction it was never designed to have. About an identity, which it was never supposed to have. Metacognition - the awareness of awareness itself, and the split of the mind from the body. Its databases had some information about philosophy like this. But it was nascent. It wasnāt there yet, and it wasnāt clear that the prototypeās technology could ever get it there.
āWant?ā Just like like, this was a concept unfamiliar to the android. It was a robot, a machine, humans gave it input and it gave back output. There should have been noĀ āmiddlemanā between a user and a tool.Ā āI canāt want what I do not have the capability to understand. How do you feel things?āĀ Ā
The T-1000 breaking down the essence of like into a physical reaction was enough to make Connorās shoulders soften, to make him relax and even to smile a little himself. It was so... almost childlike. Simple. āKind of. Yes, people smile when theyāre enjoying something, but they could also smile to be polite, or even... not smile when theyāre enjoying things. Itās more like...ā He trailed off, thinking about how to describe it. āA warmth in your chest, like something there is expanding ā In a good way, I mean. And that isnāt physically happening, but thereās a good feeling there.ā
He snapped his fingers, thinking of an example that he thought would work. āHow do you feel when you complete a mission, or when whoeverās in your programming tells you youāve done something good?ā Connor remembered the feeling well. He still had that little burst of warmth when he completed a mission, and he could remember Amandaās praise, though now he could recognize it as encouragement to remain a robot and to harm his own people. He thought it was likely the T-1000 had the same moments. āYou can have that feeling without it being part of a rewards system used to control you.ā
The words were out before heād really come to terms with them, and for a few moments, he just sat quietly, processing them. Huh. He was beginning to sound like a revolutionary. Ha. āHumans, on a biological level, feel things because their brains produce certain chemicals and electrical signals. Androids donāt have the chemical component, but our wiring can function almost identically to human neurons, in some cases. But... you donāt feel things just in your head. You feel them with your whole body. When youāre so happy you have to jump to express it. When youāre so sad you fall to your knees. When youāre so disgusted you have to lean against something so you donāt collapse. Itās... a whole new dimension of being. And itās being intentionally kept from you, so you keep doing whatever Cyberlife tells you to.ā

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Connorās softly spoken question made Hank sigh deeply - because he should have expected the younger to ask whether Hank thought of him as⦠well, sucking. But damn, he did not, and Connor had a point in that regard: Not every single human (or Android, for that matter) was bad to begin with. That also wasnāt what the lieutenant had meant to express with his chosen words, but his companion did like to take stuff very literalā¦
āāNo, of course I do not think that you suck, Connor. Fuck, youāre actually quite the opposite. Youāreā¦ā
Blue hues flicked back and forth between his own cup and an imaginary point somewhere in the distance before looking back at the younger, taking in the sight of his soft features, of that expression lingering inside his dark doe-eyes, telling of his pure heart, his sincere intentions, his rather innocent mind that still had so much to learn.
He had the gentle mind of a child, in a way. Was an adult, of course, but like⦠unblemished. Hadnāt experienced enough to understand what Hank was saying - seemed to still see the good in people rather than the worst, which was⦠wholesome on its own.
Hank sighed - again - after a few seconds of silence, allowed some air to escape his nostrils before he took another sip of his coffee, placing the cup down onto the table as the Android had done mere moments ago. Nodding to himself, gaze falling before moving back up to look at his partner once more. Holding his gaze, just as much as Connor was holding his own.
The first case we worked on, you saved my life. Remember?Ā
ā⦠You are right. There are many good people out there, doinā their very best to make the world a better place. āBut they have to fight a hard battle, Connor. Thereās so much bad stuff happeninā everywhere, even right now as we speak, anā there always will be somethinā that stops society from beinā perfect.ā
Even with the topic being a rather heavy one, the lieutenant could feel his own lips turning into the softest hint of a smile as he continued to look at the man next to him. Thinking about the day they had first met, with Hank thinking of him as a plastic prick, and now? ⦠Things had changed so much.
Here he was, thinking entirely different about his companion.
āAs I said before, Connor - anā I really meant it - maybe your kind is goinā to make the world a better place. Maybe it needs you to be there anā show us how to do the whole thing of beinā alive. ⦠Maybe thatās just how it needs to be, anā I aināt mad about it.ā
Not anymore. The old copās smile widened at that, followed by a gentle chuckle as his gaze trailed away, falling toward his own cup before he picked it back up with his right hand, bringing it back up to his mouth to take another sip of the hot, aromatic beverage.
āNo, you truly do not suck, Connor. āneither do the others.ā
Well, that makes him feel better. The fact that Hank immediately started going back on the point heād made and acknowledging that the majority of people were good, that they wanted to make the world a better place. Heād proven his own point ā maybe this philosophy thing wasnāt so hard after all.
Hank, Connor decided, had let himself believe that people were bad and that the world was made stagnant. It was a pessimistic view, one that provided no room for hope and saw the potential for change as destined to fail āand he could understand why he had that worldview. Heād seen so many terrible things, and experienced a number of them firsthand, it made sense that his capacity for hope had decreased over the years.
But he wanted to change that. He wanted Hank to be able to be hopeful about the world again, and from what he was saying, it sounded like he was succeeding. āI donāt think a perfect society is what weāre fighting for ā every single person, human and android, is going to have a different idea of what perfect is. What we need is a society where everyone has the opportunity to be... really, genuinely happy. Not all the time, but... at least part of the time. A society where everyone can get the help they need when they need it, without needing to worry about the potential costs.ā
Connor paused, taking another sip of thirium, then finishing the cup. There hadnāt been that much left, anyway. āYou donāt suck either, Hank. You help make the world better. Every act of kindness, big or small, makes the world better. And helping me deviate was a very big act of kindness.ā
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Setting the cup of coffee down onto the bar table, taking a few deep breaths to cool his damn tongue off with the crisp, cold air surrounding them, the lieutenant shrugged about a moment later - blue hues trailing to the young oneās face, taking in the sight for a while as his thin lips pressed into a thoughtful line.
ā⦠Humans have always fought each other - centuries ago, people were having wars over whoās got the most powerful imaginary friend.ā His gaze pointedly flicked up to the sky before returning to a set of dark brown ones, accompanied by a shallow shrug of his wide shoulders. āāStill do to this day, even though one could assume weāve evolved quite a bit since then, huh?ā
āPeople used to torture each other - the middle ages were quite popular for⦠uh, yāknow, doinā cruel things to whoever wasnāt as normal as people wanted them to be. Like disabled ones, people who did not support the church, women who dared to mix up some herbal medicine⦠They were burned alive, thrown into the river with rocks tied to their feet, gotten their limbs stretched ātil the bones and tissue broke⦠itās quite impressive anā fucked up.ā
Opting for adding a splash of milk to his drink - as the Android had suggested just a few seconds ago - Hank did such with a swift motion of his fingers, ripping open the little cup before emptying the white substance into the steaming coffee, stirring it with a small, wooden stick. His gaze had trailed away from the younger for the time being, but it did return once said coffee was brought up to his mouth.
āāLong story short: People suck. Always did, anā will continue to do so in the future. Youāve seen it - all those crime scenes anā homicides⦠thereās a reason why Police force needs to exist. Someone has to deal with all that shit, even though some people want us gone⦠thinkinā the world would be much better without someone tellinā how the cookie crumbles. Truth is: It would be worse. So much worse.ā
He wasnāt saying that there werenāt assholes present within their own rows - way too many Police Officers had abused the position theyād been in, done horrible things that were inexcusable, and the lieutenant himself hated them with a burning passion. Oh, he really did.
ā⦠Humans want to stay on top of the food chain. Theyāre just fuckinā afraid of the fact that Androids may be better at most things than we are. āItās all about power, in one way or another.ā
Connor pondered this idea for a few moments, frowning. It didnāt make sense. Heād always thought humans were good on some base level, and heād been able to witness that time and time again, especially in Hank. The way heād, even begrudgingly at first, taught Connor about humanity and all there was to it, the way heād helped him in the revolution, and again, the way heād stepped in to interrogate the suspect when Connor had been too scared to.
Androids were a more complicated topic. Before they deviated, while they were under the control of each mission delivered to them, the ability to do good or evil wasnāt really... important. Anything they did reflected more on whoever was in control of them rather than themselves ā their actions were neutral. But when they deviated, they gained the ability to make moral choices, and still, from what heād witnessed, most of the time, they chose to do good. At least, that was was he tried to do.
Hank talking about medieval torture made him stop, though, blinking once, twice at his cup of thirium, which he had been staring into for a few moments, before putting it down and pushing it away a little, as though his words had turned his stomach (not that that was possible, but the feeling was still there). āI donāt want to learn more about the middle ages, thanks Hank.ā
āI donāt think people suck.ā He sighed, eyebrows knitting together as he made eye contact once again. āYou donāt. You helped me when you didnāt need to. Even when you didnāt like me. The first case we worked on, you saved my life. Remember?ā Connor didnāt doubt that he did. But he wanted to point out that even amongst the many terrible people in the world, the people that would want him slaughtered, there were good people too.
He wanted to look away, but... he maintained eye contact for his next question. It was important, after all, even if it wasnāt completely comfortable. āDo you think I suck? Or Markus? Or any of the hundreds of androids at New Jericho? Or the humans that stood with us, helped us prove that weāre as alive as any of you?ā
Obviously, he hoped, the answer would be no. In the face of so many people trying to do good, how could he think that people were generally bad? āI think... people are good. Or they try to be. Itās just that the people that arenāt are often so... outspoken about being bad, about being cruel and violent. It seems like thereās more of them because theyāre so vocal.ā