Connor sees the tension ease. It confuses him a little, actually. He'd have thought the human would be more worried, not less, at the news of what the deviants were doing. He nods and follows as Steve heads for the building, but his stride falters faintly at the question.
'What if we're on the wrong side, Connor? What if we're fighting against people who just wanna be free?'
Had Hank really only said that to him less than ten minutes ago? Connor runs a check of his chronometer and finds it to be the case. He frowns, clearly conflicted if Steve looks back at him. (Emotions are brand new to him, something he's been developing - as much as he still denies it yet - over the past two days. He hasn't the presence of mind, let alone the experience, to try to hide them as Steve does.)
"Kamski seemed to think so too when Hank and I went to talk to him this morning." His voice is hesitant, gaze down and LED blue and swirling slowly. But then he realizes that Steve wouldn't have any idea who that is. He looks up, LED settling to solid. "Elijah Kamski is the founder of CyberLife, though he left the company almost a decade ago. But it was his genius in robotics and artificial intelligence that made androids possible. Hank and I hadn't been making any progress in our investigation, so we went to visit him at his home to see if he could tell us anything." His LED flickers yellow, his eyes troubled. "Apparently, he...he couldn't." Something in his tone, his bearing, something, will almost certainly give Steve the impression that that's not necessarily the case.
Connor's LED resettles to blue, but there's something almost fatalistic about that. "I don't know how to answer your question, Steve. All I know for sure is that I have a mission that I must complete. Successfully. I'm not programmed to fail. I'm CyberLife's only hope to prevent the coming chaos and save humanity from an android uprising. I was just on my way to the evidence locker to learn what I could of Jericho, the hiding place of the deviants, but - " He looks around them. " - I didn't even make it that far."
He stops dead in his tracks as a new thought hits him, confusion and uncertainty written all over him as he looks around himself anew. "Steve, this . . . is all real . . . right? Not a virtual location?" It'd hardly be the first time he's been to one. He meets his handler, Amanda, in a graphic interface designed to resemble a zen garden. His own senses, being as digital as his mind, can't rightly tell the difference between the zen garden and the real world. He just knows because it's what he's been told and what makes sense, all things considered.
I'd, uh, apologize for spoilers, but... you probably already knew that was coming. 9,9
'What if we're on the wrong side, Connor? What if we're fighting against people who just wanna be free?'
Had Hank really only said that to him less than ten minutes ago? Connor runs a check of his chronometer and finds it to be the case. He frowns, clearly conflicted if Steve looks back at him. (Emotions are brand new to him, something he's been developing - as much as he still denies it yet - over the past two days. He hasn't the presence of mind, let alone the experience, to try to hide them as Steve does.)
"Kamski seemed to think so too when Hank and I went to talk to him this morning." His voice is hesitant, gaze down and LED blue and swirling slowly. But then he realizes that Steve wouldn't have any idea who that is. He looks up, LED settling to solid. "Elijah Kamski is the founder of CyberLife, though he left the company almost a decade ago. But it was his genius in robotics and artificial intelligence that made androids possible. Hank and I hadn't been making any progress in our investigation, so we went to visit him at his home to see if he could tell us anything." His LED flickers yellow, his eyes troubled. "Apparently, he...he couldn't." Something in his tone, his bearing, something, will almost certainly give Steve the impression that that's not necessarily the case.
Connor's LED resettles to blue, but there's something almost fatalistic about that. "I don't know how to answer your question, Steve. All I know for sure is that I have a mission that I must complete. Successfully. I'm not programmed to fail. I'm CyberLife's only hope to prevent the coming chaos and save humanity from an android uprising. I was just on my way to the evidence locker to learn what I could of Jericho, the hiding place of the deviants, but - " He looks around them. " - I didn't even make it that far."
He stops dead in his tracks as a new thought hits him, confusion and uncertainty written all over him as he looks around himself anew. "Steve, this . . . is all real . . . right? Not a virtual location?" It'd hardly be the first time he's been to one. He meets his handler, Amanda, in a graphic interface designed to resemble a zen garden. His own senses, being as digital as his mind, can't rightly tell the difference between the zen garden and the real world. He just knows because it's what he's been told and what makes sense, all things considered.