Connor nods, lips pursing as he takes all that in, about people appearing and reacting and all. "You're not from here yourself either then, Steve?"
He follows just a step behind and to Steve's right, where an android should walk. But he's keeping up without issue, even as he looks around the building they step into. He takes in everything - the offices, the people, the general layout. They reach the elevators, and Connor falters at the question. "He . . . he said that deviants are fascinating, perfect beings with infinite intelligence and, now, free will. He said that machines are superior to humans and that confrontation is inevitable. And then he . . . he asked whose side I'm on."
Connor's LED is swirling yellow, his gaze somewhere on the floor in front of him without really seeing it. "He asked if an android is just plastic imitating a human or a living being with a soul. He said . . . that it was up to me to answer that. He had a Cloe model kneel down in front of me, put a pistol in my hand, and told me that if I destroyed her, he'd tell us all he knows. Or spare her and learn nothing. He called it the Kamski Test, to see if machines are capable of empathy." His face is troubled as he recalculates the challenge, LED going from yellow to red. He shakes his head. "I-I couldn't. I couldn't do it. I don't know why. Hank asked me that, and so did my handler Amanda." He scowls, voice forceful as if he were saying it for the first time. "I chose not to play his twisted little game! There was no reason to kill that android." It's the most expression, and certainly the most emotion, Steve's seen from him yet. But then he catches himself, gaze flicking up to Steve's with a hint of fear, as if being caught out at something he shouldn't be doing. "We...we left, Hank and I did, and headed back to the police station."
At the last, he shakes his head, LED going blue again and shoulders slumping in defeat. "It doesn't matter. Anything other than successful completion is unacceptable from me, especially in this mission. I tried to buy myself some more time, but . . . " He closes his eyes in what can only be read as fear and pain, fists clenching at his sides. "I'm to be returned to CyberLife. They'll . . . deactivate and disassemble me to analyze why I've failed."
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He follows just a step behind and to Steve's right, where an android should walk. But he's keeping up without issue, even as he looks around the building they step into. He takes in everything - the offices, the people, the general layout. They reach the elevators, and Connor falters at the question. "He . . . he said that deviants are fascinating, perfect beings with infinite intelligence and, now, free will. He said that machines are superior to humans and that confrontation is inevitable. And then he . . . he asked whose side I'm on."
Connor's LED is swirling yellow, his gaze somewhere on the floor in front of him without really seeing it. "He asked if an android is just plastic imitating a human or a living being with a soul. He said . . . that it was up to me to answer that. He had a Cloe model kneel down in front of me, put a pistol in my hand, and told me that if I destroyed her, he'd tell us all he knows. Or spare her and learn nothing. He called it the Kamski Test, to see if machines are capable of empathy." His face is troubled as he recalculates the challenge, LED going from yellow to red. He shakes his head. "I-I couldn't. I couldn't do it. I don't know why. Hank asked me that, and so did my handler Amanda." He scowls, voice forceful as if he were saying it for the first time. "I chose not to play his twisted little game! There was no reason to kill that android." It's the most expression, and certainly the most emotion, Steve's seen from him yet. But then he catches himself, gaze flicking up to Steve's with a hint of fear, as if being caught out at something he shouldn't be doing. "We...we left, Hank and I did, and headed back to the police station."
At the last, he shakes his head, LED going blue again and shoulders slumping in defeat. "It doesn't matter. Anything other than successful completion is unacceptable from me, especially in this mission. I tried to buy myself some more time, but . . . " He closes his eyes in what can only be read as fear and pain, fists clenching at his sides. "I'm to be returned to CyberLife. They'll . . . deactivate and disassemble me to analyze why I've failed."