Connor FOLLOWED Simon, intrigued and curious as to the origins of the name, especially after Simon told him that he didn’t come up with it himself. That’s what he’d assumed, because the natural thing once one became a Deviant seemed to be to forge their own identity. He scanned the environment as they went along, his own compulsive habit. Always checking for danger, and ALWAYS expecting danger. Luckily there was nothing more than a more quiet place to have a conversation.
He listened with rapt attention. He’d heard of Lucy from many of the people he’d talked to in Jericho. She seemed like she’d been a marvelous, almost ethereal figure. One who’d provided guidance to many in Jericho. Connor felt regret that she was KILLED during the FBI raid of Jericho. He would have liked to meet her. And the name, Simon…it fit him. Especially its meaning. In the little time he spent with Simon since that horrible day on that rooftop, he’d come to see that Simon was so much different than his original impression – he was thoughtful, and receptive, and kind. Connor still couldn’t believe Simon put up with his COMPANY after everything that had happened.
Connor looked down, thinking of HOW to respond. “There were Connors before me, 51 of them. They were disassembled or deactivated. And there was one after me…I killed it when it tried to KILL me and prevent me from freeing the Deviants in Cyberlife Tower. So I’m the only one as far as I know.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I LIKE my name. And I think most know me as The Deviant Hunter, not Connor.”
Simon huffed. “That sounds like... quite the adventure. I guess both of us have been fairly busy during that time. Although I never really had to fight another model of myself. Most of the PL600s seem to stay true to their domestic nature. It’s just something we have inside of us, I guess. Even if it VARIES.” Simon may have been a prime example of that, after having had such a violent outrage during the first moments of deviancy. Those were his first real moments alive. Those were his first actions he executed with his free will -- actions he wanted to hide and did.
Perhaps it was cowardly to hide behind a new name. After all, Connor’s actions before his deviation weren’t his. Connor shouldn’t feel as if he needed to hide who he was. From the moment Connor was truly alive, he was a HERO to his people. Those were Connor’s first actions alive.
“You know... you can always go to people and introduce yourself to them. At least that’s how I learned your name. Remember?” Simon smirked at the last remark.
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