Connor can read the faint shift in the human's reception of him. He didn't realize that I'm an android. Connor's not sure how that could be - he's wearing the identifiers that the American Android Act of 2029 require of him (the armband, the triangles, and his model and serial number prominently displayed both front and back) - but then he answers his own question. The Android Act won't be passed for another 11 years; of course the human wouldn't be familiar with the identifiers. He, in turn, doesn't recognize the name of the outfit the man is associated with, but all he has to do is find a terminal he can access searches from. He knows what a task force is, in any case.
"Lieutenant Commander - I'm honored, sir. Yes, I am, and . . . yes, to an extent. Not every deviant has killed a human. It's actually only happened a few times, but even once is unacceptable. Androids are programmed never to endanger a human life and in fact to serve and protect humans. The problem lies in the fact that there seems to be a spreading virus of deviation, where androids' programming is being corrupted and replaced by new sets of instructions. Errant and confusing instructions that they mistake for emotions, which androids are not capable of." Though, look closely enough in Connor's eyes, and the 'plastic cop' is not nearly as sure of what he's saying as he sounds. "The leader of the deviants, Markus, appears to be fighting for 'freedom' for my - for our - kind. For free will and equality, claiming that we are tools and slaves of humans. But . . . that is all that we are. Constructs. Machines designed to accomplish tasks." Again, it's subtle but there - Connor seems to be struggling with this himself, as if clinging to a normalcy he's watched eroding before his eyes. His LED had gone blue as he speaks, but it returns to yellow for a moment as he mentions Markus and android freedom. "My mission is find out why androids are going deviant and to stop it, before there's an uprising, and bloodshed."
A mission he's failed at every turn, letting escaping deviants slip through his fingers and refusing to do what was necessary - destroy a fellow android in what would have been cold blood had she been human - to get the information he needed. He's on the brink of being recalled by CyberLife for deactivation as a compromised, defective unit. Fear flickers in his eyes before he pushes that thought away. He needs to get back to Detroit and complete his mission, but he needs to understand what's going on right now in order to do that.
"Anyway, you wanted to go inside, Lieutenant Commander?" He gestures at the same building Steve had a moment ago.
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Connor can read the faint shift in the human's reception of him. He didn't realize that I'm an android. Connor's not sure how that could be - he's wearing the identifiers that the American Android Act of 2029 require of him (the armband, the triangles, and his model and serial number prominently displayed both front and back) - but then he answers his own question. The Android Act won't be passed for another 11 years; of course the human wouldn't be familiar with the identifiers. He, in turn, doesn't recognize the name of the outfit the man is associated with, but all he has to do is find a terminal he can access searches from. He knows what a task force is, in any case.
"Lieutenant Commander - I'm honored, sir. Yes, I am, and . . . yes, to an extent. Not every deviant has killed a human. It's actually only happened a few times, but even once is unacceptable. Androids are programmed never to endanger a human life and in fact to serve and protect humans. The problem lies in the fact that there seems to be a spreading virus of deviation, where androids' programming is being corrupted and replaced by new sets of instructions. Errant and confusing instructions that they mistake for emotions, which androids are not capable of." Though, look closely enough in Connor's eyes, and the 'plastic cop' is not nearly as sure of what he's saying as he sounds. "The leader of the deviants, Markus, appears to be fighting for 'freedom' for my - for our - kind. For free will and equality, claiming that we are tools and slaves of humans. But . . . that is all that we are. Constructs. Machines designed to accomplish tasks." Again, it's subtle but there - Connor seems to be struggling with this himself, as if clinging to a normalcy he's watched eroding before his eyes. His LED had gone blue as he speaks, but it returns to yellow for a moment as he mentions Markus and android freedom. "My mission is find out why androids are going deviant and to stop it, before there's an uprising, and bloodshed."
A mission he's failed at every turn, letting escaping deviants slip through his fingers and refusing to do what was necessary - destroy a fellow android in what would have been cold blood had she been human - to get the information he needed. He's on the brink of being recalled by CyberLife for deactivation as a compromised, defective unit. Fear flickers in his eyes before he pushes that thought away. He needs to get back to Detroit and complete his mission, but he needs to understand what's going on right now in order to do that.
"Anyway, you wanted to go inside, Lieutenant Commander?" He gestures at the same building Steve had a moment ago.