((Okay no diff for Steve but BIG DIFF for Connor - gonna say the 9th rather than 6th. ^,^;;; HUGE jump in his development/deviancy. Also changing his serial number to end in -52 [he's been destroyed and replaced once].))
Connor takes in everything that the man says, LED going yellow again, still spinning anxiously. His gaze falls as uncertainty enters his programming. "The year Elijah Kamski founded CyberLife. But how...how is that possible? The RT600 won't pass the Turing Test for another four years."
And...he was asked questions, wasn't he? He looks back up at the human and straightens his shoulders. See? Obedient machine not suffering from any glitches in his programming that might come across as emotion. Still, he can't quite help a simulated swallow as he pulls his processor back into order. "Detroit is where I was manufactured. Further, I've been assigned to the Detroit Police Department to aid the investigation of android-related homicides and to solve the issue of androids going deviant. I've been partnered with Lieutenant Hank Anderson." He falters, gaze shifting to the side again. "At least . . . I was." He shakes his head, refocusing once more. "I'm not aware of disappearances, or of any unusual activity involving Hawaii, present or past."
He looks down at himself at the comment on his attire, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "No, I suppose not. Certainly not if I were human. However, the heat and humidity do not bother me. I am wearing the standard uniform for my model. But yes, we can continue wherever you would be most comfortable, Mr.-" And...he's failed to yet execute one of his most basic social protocols, hasn't he? He offers a hand. "I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. My name is Connor. I am a model RK800 prototype android produced by CyberLife. My function is to serve law enforcement as an investigator and negotiator."
Connor's hand, if Steve takes it, won't feel quite right. There's a softness to the skin, and the appropriate warmth, but instead of the shapes of bone and sinew beneath, there's a uniform, supple smoothness to the interior structure.
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Connor takes in everything that the man says, LED going yellow again, still spinning anxiously. His gaze falls as uncertainty enters his programming. "The year Elijah Kamski founded CyberLife. But how...how is that possible? The RT600 won't pass the Turing Test for another four years."
And...he was asked questions, wasn't he? He looks back up at the human and straightens his shoulders. See? Obedient machine not suffering from any glitches in his programming that might come across as emotion. Still, he can't quite help a simulated swallow as he pulls his processor back into order. "Detroit is where I was manufactured. Further, I've been assigned to the Detroit Police Department to aid the investigation of android-related homicides and to solve the issue of androids going deviant. I've been partnered with Lieutenant Hank Anderson." He falters, gaze shifting to the side again. "At least . . . I was." He shakes his head, refocusing once more. "I'm not aware of disappearances, or of any unusual activity involving Hawaii, present or past."
He looks down at himself at the comment on his attire, a faint grin tugging at his lips. "No, I suppose not. Certainly not if I were human. However, the heat and humidity do not bother me. I am wearing the standard uniform for my model. But yes, we can continue wherever you would be most comfortable, Mr.-" And...he's failed to yet execute one of his most basic social protocols, hasn't he? He offers a hand. "I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. My name is Connor. I am a model RK800 prototype android produced by CyberLife. My function is to serve law enforcement as an investigator and negotiator."
Connor's hand, if Steve takes it, won't feel quite right. There's a softness to the skin, and the appropriate warmth, but instead of the shapes of bone and sinew beneath, there's a uniform, supple smoothness to the interior structure.