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LIFE   WAS   EASY   for   an   android   like   markus.      stable   home,      caring   owner,      a   disconnect   from   the   cruelty   of   reality.      he   saw   glimpses   here   and   there   as   he   took   carl   on   outings   or   went   out   on   his   own   to   pick   up   supplies,      but   it   never   truly   clicked.

HE   WAS   MADE   to   be   obedient   and   emotionless,      and   for   the   most   part   he   was,      but   carl   had   better   plans.

SLOWLY   AS   TIME   progressed   and   human   and   machine   became   closer,      the   careful   and   meticulous   programming   all   androids   were   fitted   with   started   to   chip   and   glitch,      emotion   entirely   human   began   to   slip   through   more   and   more   into   markus’   daily   life.      at   least,      around   carl   it   did------

AND......      one   other.

IT   WAS   THAT   day   of   the   week   again,      a   time   markus   found   himself   anticipating   more   and   more,      and   he   had   been   waiting   patiently------      so   much   so   that   when   connor   knocked   on   the   door,      markus   was   already   there,      pulling   it   open   before   the   negotiator   had   time   to   properly   retract   his   arm.

HE   WASN’T   YET   entirely   sentient   enough   to   feel   embarrassment   toward   his   own   obvious   eagerness.

——— *· NOTE TO SELF: pillows are terrible giggle suppressors. markus attempts to rebuttal himself with a low groan but alas ! —  it was far too late. now the world knows he has a case of mediocre dad humour. & there was absolutely nothing he could do to save himself from the upcoming storm. he sluggishly pitches a leftover cushion to the man beside him, a PERFECT headshot. but by this point in time, its value was idle at most. 

❝ YUH — you’re gonna keep this up all night, fam ?  ❞ the cool pillow underneath shivers to the sudden change in direction. a ribbon of light illuminates what seems to be a growing but stifled grin from mark's end. nails further dig into one corner of his respective headrest; he is prepared for war. 

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his  curiosity  is  piqued ,  to  be  sure .  connor  doesn’t  want  anything ,  or  have  a  particular  need for  anything ,  so  he’s  interested , to  say  the  least ,  in  what the  lieutenant  is  going  on  about .  nonetheless ,  the  gesture  is  …  appreciated.

❝  —- what  is  it ,  lieutenant  ?  ❞ 

ALTRUISM   CLOUDED   AND   IT’S   CONSTANT   COMPLICATIONS      ,      corners of lips twitches upwards, the rustle of gift box resonating as it’s set upon the dining table. light brown draw close together in spontaneous in the   exhibition of confusion   when calloused fingers wrestle vacuously with a blue tailored ribbon.         ❛        ———     fuckin’        ———       ❜          retrieved from one of the many stores along the streets of DETROIT, name printed in a dull, dark font against the top. one hand carelessly tosses the ribbon elsewhere on the tattered surface of the table, the other dabs away the rain leftover against his skin.

a glance at his shoulder, an addressing just yet harmonious    (    and coated with the bizarre fondness he’d grown to hold        ,      set on by memory and unbridled    TRUST     .     )           ❛          clothes   ,    connor.         ❜            male imitates the diplomacy and lightness laced into connor’s tone.          ❛               you’re always walking around in that fancy get up with    ANDROID   huge across the back and to be pretty fucking honest with you   ,     connor      ,     it’s starting to smell like shit.         ❜            the several fabrics are pried from is confinements, colorful in all purples and blues and yellows.

meme   /   accepting.

MARKUS   ONLY   OFFERS   an   inkling   of   a   smile   as   he   sits   beside   connor,      listening   with   open   ears   and   what   he   could   only   hope   was   a   comforting   presence.      connor’s   realization   of   his   deviancy   was   a   relief   to   the   leader——      or   maybe   he’d   known   for   a   while   now   and   only   recently   come   to   accept   it.      whatever   the   answer,      he   wanted   to   stand   beside   him   every   step   of   the   way.      he   wanted   to   show   him   he   made   the   right   choice.

FREEDOM   WAS   SOMETHING   every   being   deserved.

BLADE RUNNER ………. DSKLSDKL