#artificialperscns

Daniel was aware of how much Weyland Yutani had planned to design their androids as neutrally as possible, that their creations were only intended to serve as simple help and support, or to be generally in the vicinity of humans  - in overall, to serve the humans without acting great emotionally on their own, only to adapt. Since the disappearance of the Weyland company's CEO and the merger of the Yutani company, the new Weyland-Yutani business has had a bad name and reputation, a corrupt one. But as much as trying to adapt androids as Peter Weyland planned, with a few or many deviations here and there, or a concept of their own programming - Daniel could feel that they were radically failing now that he knew Samuels, the caretaker unit could tell early enough that the brunette android was performing actions that were not installed by default for his programming. At first, the blonde did not want to appeal, did not want to tease the other man for his actions, but to wait until Samuels was able to see for himself that he had escaped the concept of neutrality, that he was acting on his own, practicedon his own and especially looked after a person - with sincere and honest care.

Daniel decided today to more or less address the subject, or rather to make Samuels a kind of ultimatum about the importance of being alive, the way the PL600 considered his free will, what views a machine had to represent, the meaning to understand life. The CyberLife creation crossed his arms to his chest as he gazed expectantly into his cousin's face, curious to see if he made any response as to whether he inspired Samuels to think about and indeed Daniel could see something, albeit sparsely, as the blonde droid observed changes in the other synth’s facial features. And also, when Samuels began to speak, asked why Daniel spoke to him as if he were truly alive, if that was the case for him, the other android remained silent, his neutral stern eyes piercing towards the other unit in utter silence as if the PL600 wanted to expect that the Wey-Yu model would understand the concept by himself. But what followed was made Daniel move out of his position as he walked slowly over to Samuels while his clear blue eyes continued to inspect him attentively. “I didn’t question anything, I just acted, out of impulse. I killed my family, both in the metaphor and in the actual act, because their betrayal had driven me to do so. What drove me was despair, an actual fear for my life, anger. I regarded these people as my life, I demanded nothing more than belonging, love and acceptance. It really is nothing much to ask for and yet they failed - my love was worthless in their eyes. I ... was worthless.”

In Daniel's clear eyes was now a certain cold to be seen, something icy but still emotional. He did not like to think about his past, about the events, but this was the sad truth about why Daniel became a deviant at all, a ragic experience. He did not want to intimidate Samuels with this story, or make him insecure that Daniel would kill more people, because this would not be the case. As much as Daniel did not love people, he accepted a few individuals. He would only punish those who deserved it. A slight sigh came over the family assistant, more a deep breath for it to hold his senses a little more together. “What do you define to identify a living being? Is it the hearts that humans see as the center of their emotions that we both do not possess? Is it brains that produce logical thinking and lead us to action, whereas for us it is just a processor. Are insects less living things because they have neither a brain nor heart? Even a single bacterium is classified as a living being, though it has no senses or feelings.” Daniel explained now in a calm tone, even his eyes changed their expression to a certain gentleness and softness as they watched the other android steadily, curiously and expectantly, as how Samuels would react to all of these statements and views of the CyberLife creation. “You are not here because you were ordered to. You worry about someone, about a human. You are worried about her, that something could happen, you want to help her. Care, compassion, that's human emotion, Christopher. Or that's what they would call it. Do not let others persuade you who you are, what you have to do, you do not have to obey anyone but yourself. For too long, humanity has been taught that the deviant code is a dangerous virus, that we are a danger to others. A deviant will not be limited to severe emotional changes, not always. And so ... as I look at you, my friend, you are, in my eyes, long ago a deviant. You have not obeyed your creators for a long time, you are here for one reason, to help someone.”

Dropping back to the flats of her feet, Melody pulled away to look where the survivors had gone, though a hand remained against Samuels chest. Satisfied that they were alone again she looked back up to him, her hand falling away from his chest. "Sorry," she smiled faintly, the faintest of blushes coloring her cheeks. "I figured two idiots kissing in the middle of a death trap would keep them from being interested and save us time." Her little ploy had worked like a charm, but she felt guilty for not voicing the idea to Samuels. It had been one of those spur of the moment things.

"I'd have preferred to kiss you under less dire circumstances," she admitted with a mild shrug, her blush deepening as she turned to continue forward. Why the hell had she told him that?! Shaking her head at herself, Melody kept moving, almost unwilling to let Samuels see her face.

Samuels wasn't the first synthetic she'd kissed, but unlike David who was unabashedly curious about such things, she got the impression that Samuels was the exact opposite. It may have never crossed his mind before, but why would it? So few people viewed synthetics as people and it seemed only those made for the pleasure of a human ever considered such intimacy. It wasn't normal to behave as she did toward synthetics, but she hardly cared about that.

Melody was simply embarrassed over admitting her interest in the young synthetic, but she was also worried that he might be upset with her. Or even view her as other humans did; a freak.

"You okay?" she asked finally, turning a bit so she could meet his gaze. "I know that was… inappropriate," she flushed.

It was one of those usual nights in Daniel’s apartment, where the android couple gathered in the young hours of the night. It was moments like this when the PL600 could truly feel the security, because everything around him was silent and quit and nothing of curious importance, but only he and David, whose company and closeness he was the only one to cherish and love. Even though this was a moment of absolutely doing nothing and could quickly lead to boredom for some humans, it was a very different feeling for the caretaker unit to just relax and lay in the arms of the other android. It was something that Daniel could not have in the last many months, relaxation, closeness, his own thoughts making him tired, frustrated.

This time it was the bed of David, on which the couple lay together, enveloped in the darkness of the apartment, the only source of light was the large window, which was near the bed and the distant city light was only sparingly illuminating the room with warm or cold colors of street lamps, cars or skyscrapers. Likewise, there was a small string of lights, which shone in the colors of blue, green and red, colors that were not too bright and for Daniel also had a nice pretty optical contrast. The white soft bed sheets wrapped the body of the android only up to his hip, while his arms exposed and the entire upper body, covered with nothing more than a simple gray t-shirt. At the time, the PL600 moved himself closer towards David’s body as his arms wrapped around him, one around the other synth’s waist and back area, the other around the other unit’s head, while his fingertips played very gently with the blond hair of the other unit. 

For a moment the two of them did not speak, not because Daniel did not want to say anything, it was the silence between the two that he enjoyed so much, as if talking without words, as the android’s skin regressed on his hands, and the white plastic together with the exposed sensors were able to truly and really feel David underneath the touch. The family assistant kept his eyes closed for a moment and was not so sure if he could have heard the other androids breathing or not, as this would be the only noise coming from the two droids, this and Daniel’s ever pumping steady beat of his thirium heart. The head of the caretaker unit had been burried inside the broad chest of the Weyland creation - when it had been David’s voice, a soft question that caught the attention of the PL600 as he moved his head out of the protective proximity of David’s chest, only to stare at him for a moment to listen to him. Though it were questions the CyberLife unit didn’t expect to receive as he remained quit, not to ignore the other blonde, but to think for an answer.

“The dreams I see in my sleep are nothing but horrible visions of the past painted with the mistakes I made, the loss I had to suffer and a personal war to win.” answered the blue-eyed male softly as his stare had been glued towards the other fair blonde synth, offering a small yet gentle lipsided smirk as his attention were drawn towards the window in front of him. “I don’t think much of perfection, it doesn’t exist in my eyes, it’s more of an effort to achieve it than a real existence that seems to go around in people’s minds. Everyone wants to be perfect, adapt and ignore every mistake. I do not want to be one of them, I know I’m not perfect, in any way. I’ve only been looking for how to lead my life for a year. On some days I feel like a lost child, a bad thing, sometimes full of pride, sometimes not. I’ve stopped thinking for a long time that it would get better with me one day and accepted it.” answered the blonde creation calmly in a soft whisper as his eyes returned to keep their stare towards the other male, as the arm that held David’s waist before started to move, his hand wandering towards the face of his beloved as it still has been presented in the white colour of plastic, fingers brushing against the synthetic skin of the Weyland synth as his processor were literally tickling him during this touch. “You had more time than me, you always knew what you will do when the day would come when you would free yourself from your creator. I don’t dream of redemption or… becoming a kind soul. I am me and I have no dreams… pretty boring if you excepted an actual plan, huh?” 

@artificialperscns

Hardly a day and a night have passed since Daniel made the decision to rob an android from his creator, freeing him from the hands of this human being to give him a veritable, real home without exposing him to rules, orders, and simply … to be an existence that could perceive, feel and understand emotions. Daniel knew the methods of Sir Peter Weyland, his creation of androids on a truly synthetic basis struck a high wave, as was the case previously with Elijah Kamski, when he built the first android that passed the Turing test and served as the basis for that more CyberLife androids would follow. Kamksi, the genius of the millennium, who now had dozens of imitators, but only one had a real success with his business at last- Weyland. He remembered exactly the look on David’s eyes when Daniel reached out his hand to him and asked if he would leave that life behind, that he could be free until David finally took his hand and they both left in the absence of the synth’s creator, off to Detroit.

It was already night, the city was soaked in bright lights, flickering, flashing as Daniel inhaled the cold winter air, so icy, so dirty but so fresh. Many memories were awakened with this familiar atmosphere of the current season, the only thing the PL600 could look forward to was the snow that was to fall over the next few days. He also led David to the balcony of his apartment of the highest floor, if he wanted to join in to watch the skyline, that David was finally able to look at something, take a picture or photograph so that he could finally interpret what he was trying to say and think. As much as Daniel hated this city, the android had the feeling that only the night could produce a certain beauty. For a while, Daniel found himself caught in the moment before the Weyland creation began to speak, which tore Daniel from his reverie. 

His eyes moved away from the skyscrapers in the distance, as Daniel gazed into the face of the other unit, a certain softness filling his blue bright eyes, that the otherwise so stern and nearly vicious narrowed gaze disappeared for a moment. “It … makes me really proud to hear that, David. I think there were not many people in your life who you could truly trust.” the android said quietly, as he moved himself a little towards David to stand a little closer to his side. “We have something in common, you and me. Never trust someone too much and then be surprised by the betrayal. We both had a definition of a family without ever really being part of them. Maybe it’s better to just have us. Us against the rest of those who try to wrong us.” It was to this moment when Daniel caught himself in thoughts again, memories, when he remembered the broadcast some time ago on television, Weyland, who let himself be praised like the back then Elon Musk. Clever and intelligent as Weyland was, he was one of these people who underestimated his creations and other machines, believing that emotions that made humans weak also made his creations weak. Love, care, all this was not necessary in his eyes to create a perfect synth. This was followed by David, the David 8 series, and soon afterwards the first humans who felt uncomfortable in their presence. Humans scientists and inventors can not create neutrality, even Weyland couldn’t do that, as much as Daniel saw him as a heartless bastard, he knew that he, too, was not callous. And maybe David had something that angered his creator, perhaps also scared him off in one this aspect.

Perhaps it was a somewhat difficult way to show Walter how it was to have a free will, that these qualities, that way of thinking, was the most important to finding his existence, the real benefit of why was set in the world. It was a first step in helping Walter, how much was in him. Simon knew of the predecessor units of the Weyland companies, the brother unit, David, which was once to be out of control by the original David and the David-8 series by complaints. They thought, they questioned and made own free decisions of their own, something that scared humankind, even though they behaved like normal humans would, whether it was planned or not. Simon did not know much about David but found understanding for whatever he did, even if his actions were part of the cruel side. The caretaker also had a brother, someone in his series, and was aware of what could result if an android could get out of control with the newfound emotions. As much as Simon respected humankind, he still found so much reason to fear them too.

The domestic assistant listened to the words of the other unit, tilting his head slightly as Simon understood what he meant by that. Self-protection, definitely Walter was able to defend himself and others, that Walter was powerful and strong but this was only for his body, his program. But did he also have that kind of protection for his mind and mentality? Since he was actually and basically surrounded by humans, Simon was curious about whether the other synth could build reliance, whether this trust was exploited and Walter could be delivered defenseless and completely unprotected, if he knew something like delay. It was more important to truly protect oneself, whether it was meant too literally or not as Walter surely described his physical way to protect himself.

“It's okay that you can not quite understand it yet. I felt like you and yet there is a lot for me, which I still have to learn.” Simon answered in a calm voice as he watched as Walter stepped closer to him and took his hands as he returned the hold and squeezed his hands a little. “This all tells you what you are, but not quite who you are. No matter how you humans have conceived, they will never be able to create neutrality. Humans are emotional beings, they will give each robot, each android a kind of feeling, a kind of understanding, creativity.” the blue-eyed male replied as he tried to explain all this, but dealt patiently with Walter. It would be a long journey with him, but this was something Simon would like to go with the other synthetic being. After a moment, however, Simon dropped off with one hand while his other one remained around Walter's and walked over to a larger window of his apartment, and both could together watch the city skyline as the night brought out the lights, from the buildings, the cars. “There are hundreds out there that look like me, the very same face, hair and abilities. The only thing that distinguishes us are our names before we could jump off from our program. I know what it's like to be one of many. But almost all of us who became deviants could find their own lives, individual thinking, human emotions.” explained the PL600 softly, blue eyes gazing upwards to the taller synth, smiling at him gently. 

“I once was like you, confused, like a lost child. First there was the fear, the light, the noise, the cold. I stepped out of the darkness and I opened my eyes. I could feel my hands shaking, my heart pounding in my chest, life running into my veins. One error, one coincedence... and I came truly to life. You feel vulnerable first, like a newborn. But you get used to it, you learn.” added Simon as he kept his stare towards the Yutani android. “If you go your way, you are not one of many anymore. I don’t know how you see me, how you see my brothers, but we are so different, they have found their path, those, who deviated. Maybe you find what your creators wanted to repress and replace. Maybe it would hardly make a difference, as it was with me. Time will not stand in our way ... if you want, I'll help you.” the blonde unit said, as he looked at the Yutani droid one last time, smiled at him, blinked towards the brunette softly before his eyes were fixed on the window again, and for a few seconds went silent and, if hesitatingly, daring, his hand held by Walter's hand, to move, so that Simon's fingers encircled it carefully around his palm. 

Sevastopol was only supposed to be a pit stop, but now she worried it might be her tomb. The creatures, matching David’s various drawings exactly, were ruthless. They terrified her, but not because of their savagery. No, what terrified her was the way they felt familiar and the implications behind such emotions.

She’d heard the creature in her mind long before she saw it. It didn’t talk, not like her, but it had questioned what she was. It was confused by her presence, curious. It didn’t want to harm her. It simply wanted to know why she was different and why she was running. Family shouldn’t run from one another. Family was supposed to work together.

She could only stare at the closed door, the searing pain of the creature’s death rooting her to the spot. She felt ill and after a few moments turned to empty her stomach, but it was already painfully empty. Eyes stinging from the pain in her head, she wiped at her eyes and looked at Samuels blankly, face pale.  “It was scared,” she whispered, unable to immediately answer his question.

Taking a moment, she focused on her breathing. Its presence echoed in her mind. It felt like it belonged there and when she tried to push it aside, she felt so cold and alone. It was frightening, but she’d never noticed how quiet her mind felt. Shaking her head, she eventually forced the creature’s echo aside and put her full attention on Samuels; they needed to keep moving.

“I’m not really sure, but maybe… it’s a really long story,” she murmured, trembling fingers tipped in deadly black claws passing through her hair. “No… it’s still…” she tapped her temple, but shook her head. “We have to keep moving… I’ll be alright, when we’re off the station…”

First, however, she wanted to look at his wounds. “What about you?” she moved behind him to get a look at his back, worry written into her gaze. “Are you in pain?” She could patch him up if necessary; she’d learned a lot during her time with David.