I am still experimenting with my settings to find an ideal balance, " Connor explained plainly, going completely over Hank, who just gives him a look. He kept an eye on the LED as he studied Connor's face further, gaze wandering over the dusting of freckles and minute blemishes that added to the realism of his appearance. He gestured to his spot on the couch in silent request, to which Connor readily obliges, adjusting himself to be sitting in his same spot last night, wrapped at the waist down in the blanket. "Hey, up and 'em, it's morning. A soft, kind face hiding the formerly single-track minded supercomputer of a brain with a body possessing not only the strength, but the durability to take fucking bullets, slide down goddamn buildings, jump onto trains–. A dozen lives, Hank's included, saved by that one impulsive action that should have technically been impossible for Connor to perform, had he not already broken the golden rule hardwired into androids that it was forbidden for them to bear firearms. That is correct chloe temple. If you would be interested in getting out of the house for a while? "
That time his shirt had been torn open and stained deep blue with his own blood, his white chassis around his thirium pump exposed from the damage; his attention was on anything but marveling at his designer's dedication to detail. Hank never fully accepted that Connor did it only to please CyberLife and fulfill his mission. I wrote and revised this one easily five or six times, and I'm honestly quite happy with it, so I decided to finally stop fussing. "Can you keep whatever program lets you simulate breathing on going forward? "Slept well enough, all things considered, " he answered as he fell back into the cushions with a comfortable sigh. I think we can work something out. Chloe temple facial by surprise party. Notes: Hallo, hallo! "The hell's your life come to, Hank, " he laughed hollowly, scrubbing the dredges of sleep from his face. So you guys know, there is a domestic slice of life plot to this series, and I'll keep writing these two going about their lives post-revolution so long as I'm inspired to write. "I was happy to feel useful.
I can locate a local off-leash dog park and we can let him run around free for a while, maybe bring some of his toys to play with him. "I work homicide investigations for a living, Con, and you looked half-way to be ready to be interred. I'm generally good about tagging significant stuff, which'll be more prominent as the series continues. Why did he have to go into stasis looking like he was being prepared for a bloody funeral. Pushing humankind backwards? His skin and hair looked so real as to even mimic the appearance of natural skin oils on the surface, but he had seen the way it could peel back to expose white plastic paneling, revealing the artificial construction of his physical body. Androids were claiming to be alive–however people wanted to define that now. Ambient Room Temperature: 62. "Do you have anything planned for the day? " Turning on the TV again to mindlessly flip through channels very specifically avoiding anything with the news or current events talk shows. At the movement's core though, its concept was really not as complicated as he and everyone else were making it out to be, he was coming to understand better.
With narrowed eyes, Hank slowly circled the couch, taking care to be quiet and hopefully not alert the android. Pushing progress forwards? He risked his own destruction pushing Chris away and defying Gavin, standing his ground unfaltering with a gun to his head to protect Carlos Ortiz's deviant when they were trying to bring the deviant to their cell. Connor smiled wide, hopeful. Did you sleep well? " They've had a lot of close calls, but that had been the closest Connor had gotten to dying. So what if humans and androids didn't bleed the same color?
It had been later that day that Connor admitted he had run into a deviant accomplice that was hiding them, and left it at that. He had saved his colleague officer M. Wilson's life way back in August, when the name "Connor" meant nothing to him to the point he hadn't even connected the dots until he heard M. Wilson thanking Connor personally in the broadcast tower while they were investigating the scene. "I don't really do much on my days off. "How 'bout focusing on something small?
Connor was more human than he considered most people, and he was coming to admire the android no small amount for his selflessness and heart that had been locked away behind CyberLife's programming. 8F during the day; Low of 23F tonight. Fucking uncanny valley shit. I walk Sumo, watch TV, maybe drive around the city a bit; drink at the bar when I can afford to. There were fresh traces of alcohol lingering on the man's lips and on his breath. Connor remained motionless, the LED unchanging. It certainly hadn't been for the sake of CyberLife's mission that he defended Connor. Connor's expression was one of peaceful calm, the stress lines on his forehead were smoothed out and there was no tension pulling taut any of his pseudo-muscles. Good God, I have the most advanced android in possibly all of America and a literal killing machine sleeping on my couch in my clothes right now, Hank realized as he was scrutinizing Connor's moles, trying to determine without touching him if they had an actual texture, or if their three-dimensional look was a well crafted illusion. I don't know how to express what I feel for the deviants who suffered and were des–killed by my actions or involvement, but I still wish to work on deviant and homicide cases that will inevitably spike over the coming months, only, with Markus' goal of peace between our kind in mind. As for helping Connor get back on his feet, well, baby steps. He quickly narrowed his thoughts to what he found familiar. Saving him from falling off the rooftop when the deviant, Rupert, pushed him over.
When Kamski showcased the first fully functional and independently intelligent android, the Chloe series, he had well and truly thought humanity had lobotomized themselves in the pursuit for progress. He took a moment to look the android up and down again, taking in the ridiculous way his hair was still mussed like it had been last night; the over stretched shirt collar baring an exceeding amount of chest that was also dusted with a smattering of pale freckles that he hadn't noticed from his first time seeing Connor's chest had been there. He never really got used to homicide, he just grew a thicker skin and kept his interactions with the survivors and affiliates of the victims to the minimum necessary to do his job. Connor's LED stuttered back to blue, but turned red the second he sat up with inhuman speed, nearly cracking Hank's skull against his own as the lieutenant reflexively leaned away. This was the first time he had ever seen Connor in this state and his curiosity had been instantly piqued–was this what stasis mode looked like? I'm also slowly learning what tags to use, so bear with me as I occasionally edit to revise them slightly. "I meant what I said yesterday, " came Connor's answer, completely serious. They rose up and peacefully protested for freedom and to share the same basic rights as humans; to be their own individual and protected citizen under American law.
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'Course I'm going to drink to get that sight out of my mind. " Weather Forecast: Cloudy skies, light flurries beginning around 8pm.