Jkb L - Android Amalgamate

I care if I am guilty! . . .

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i will never leave this house

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

Jakob knew, or at least had likely noticed, Connor did not accept interface requests (did not invite people into his head). This could not have been earth-shattering news. (Connor had simply never been designed with privacy in mind. He was an investigative unit. What need did he have to hide any information from Cyberlife? Privacy literally was not an option for him, before or after deviating, he did not have the actual capability.) “You should think about if that’s OK for you.”

He forced that train of thought away in less than a second, focusing back on the situation and the information offered. It seemed like the sort of thing that served his full focus, so he resisted the urge to look down, or away, or somehow break eye contact. "I mean, if someone managed that, we'd have bigger worries than my secret," he said with a slight frown. "But thank you for telling me. I know you'll... probably refuse, but I want you to know that I could try to make a program to add some extra layers of defense. It's an open offer, anytime, okay?"

He forced that train of thought away in less than a second, focusing back on the situation and the information offered. It seemed like the sort of thing that served his full focus, so he resisted the urge to look down, or away, or somehow break eye contact. "I mean, if someone managed that, we'd have bigger worries than my secret," he said with a slight frown. "But thank you for telling me. I know you'll... probably refuse, but I want you to know that I could try to make a program to add some extra layers of defense. It's an open offer, anytime, okay?"

“I mean, I’ve come across plenty of them at work. But a DNT would require me to… legally be an android,” he pointed out with a nervous laugh, glancing quickly at Connor (looking for judgement) before focusing his gaze down on the gadget he was tinkering with (afraid to find that judgement). Connor was so damn brave in pursuit of the truth of things. Jakob was sure his own lies seemed cowardly in comparison, but he was too deep in to blow up what life he had managed to build by revealing them.

“You could leave the paperwork with me.” This was an offer. He made the statement of fact. It was not intended to be pressure. “I could understand not wanting one at all. But if you did want to organise one… I do already know.”

Jakob would have to figure it out later. Maybe even try branching out, learning a new skill he could use to repay him. But at least it wasn't one of the heavy sorts of debts.

“Have you organised a Do Not Transfer? It’s a legally binding document. Think… like a DNR.”

"I mean, I've come across plenty of them at work. But a DNT would require me to... legally be an android," he pointed out with a nervous laugh, glancing quickly at Connor (looking for judgement) before focusing his gaze down on the gadget he was tinkering with (afraid to find that judgement). Connor was so damn brave in pursuit of the truth of things. Jakob was sure his own lies seemed cowardly in comparison, but he was too deep in to blow up what life he had managed to build by revealing them.

"I mean, I've come across plenty of them at work. But a DNT would require me to... legally be an android," he pointed out with a nervous laugh, glancing quickly at Connor (looking for judgement) before focusing his gaze down on the gadget he was tinkering with (afraid to find that judgement). Connor was so damn brave in pursuit of the truth of things. Jakob was sure his own lies seemed cowardly in comparison, but he was too deep in to blow up what life he had managed to build by revealing them.

They didn’t greet him, when he walked in. Quiet. This was Connor’s interrogation, first, which meant he had earned at least some standing with his colleagues; he did not intend to lose it. The door to the interrogation room slid closed behind him, and though he stood for a while to assess them (handcuffed to the table; what their posture was like; whether they met his eye), his LED remained a smooth and unbothered blue in his analysis. Connor walked full around them, something that could be mistaken for a prowl when in fact he was only gathering information about their body language, and then he pulled out the chair opposite them. It scraped on the concrete.  He sat, folded his hands in front of him on the table, and met their eye. Learning. If they were looking to see how Connor was feeling - what attitude he had walked into this interrogation with - they would only find curiosity. He had been built with curiosity in mind; he was an investigative unit.  “My name is Connor,” he ventured, first. “It’s… part of my program to discover what happened at the scene of the crime. Do you understand?” not a threat. Mostly. (For what it was worth, Connor didn’t want it to be. His mission could be achieved more cleanly than that.) 

Ah, thoughts for another time, really. "Of course I understand. I'm so grateful someone thought to call the police. I was in far too much shock to do it myself, even after I defended myself. Really, I never thought a crazed android would just climb in my room like that! Lord knows I'll be locking my window and putting my tools away properly from now on."