((ooc: LOL funny thing? I'd meant to include for Connor to acknowledge that animals are considered property too. ^,^;;; But yeah, they're alive, they deserve better than androids. According to Connor's programming. Androids deserve better too, of course <3 Also I meant to comment . . . I FREAKING LOVE that "Kahuna" stuck! XD Flint's so proud of that.))
Connor moves as indicated, entering the offices before following once more to Steve's. At the look and nod, the android turns to spot whom it is that Steve acknowledges, LED swirling slowly (still blue) as he scans the older man. It isn't even a matter of 'they're obviously related, must be brothers,' they are 'obviously identical twins' but for the age difference. Had Connor needed any proof of Steve's claims, he certainly has it. He notes the differences between the two, filing the data away with covert interest.
He steps into the indicated office, seeing the gesture but not sure if he should actually sit or if it's more a habitual gesture. To be safe, he does as his programming demands, shifting to a discreet position in a corner of the office facing the desk with his hands loosely clasped in front of him. He's still within easy conversational distance as Steve perches on the corner of the desk. He nods at the questions.
"Hello, I am an RK800 'Connor' series prototype android, designed to operate as a detective's assistant." He'd shifted to a neutral tone and expression, beginning to recite his initialization text, but then he pauses to offer a little shrug, a small, self-deprecating grin on his face as he adds wryly, "A...'plastic cop,' if you want." He'd heard it before. Especially from the belligerent Detective Reed. That said, he continues. "I can scan a crime scene for clues, analyze evidence in real-time, and reconstruct likely events. I can aid in the apprehension of suspects, though I'm not authorized to make an arrest myself. I am not licensed to carry a weapon as a normal matter of course, but I can be issued one if a particular task or mission requires it, and I am proficient to one hundred percent accuracy in most conditions with all manner of personal firearms, from pistols to sniper and assault rifles. I can conduct interrogations, and can be utilized as a negotiator in hostage situations. I can be sent into environments and situations deemed too dangerous for my human counterparts." He hesitates a beat before continuing, going off-script as he knows this was something Steve wouldn't know. "An android can be damaged and even destroyed with little to no consequence. It'll simply be replaced. Human life, on the other hand, is invaluable. Androids are designed to serve and protect humans. We are forbidden from ever harming or endangering one." He frowns a bit. "That's why deviants must be stopped. They go so far from their proper programming that they become unpredictable and dangerous, even to the point of harming and killing humans." But...that's getting even further away from the questions he was asked, so he pulls himself back to the matters at hand.
"As for a handler . . . androids are not meant to operate independently. Because of my function, I have more autonomy and social relations programming than any other model, but even I am not meant or allowed to operate without a human overseeing me. An android is purchased by a human, and that human is its owner. Its master, if you will. As a prototype, I'm not available for sale. I still belong to CyberLife. But an entire company as a whole cannot oversee or direct me. They have other things to focus on. So I have a handler, Amanda, who acts in the place of an owner. She isn't my master - I belong to CyberLife the company - but she is my liaison. I report to her my findings, my doings, what I've learned, and she gives me my missions. My current mission is-" He stops suddenly, and looks like he'd swallow nervously if he were capable. "Well...was...until about ten minutes before finding myself here..." He huffs softly before continuing. "I-in my mission to hunt down deviants and find a way to stop deviancy from occurring, I was assigned to a human detective in the Detroit Police Department - Lieutenant Hank Anderson." He hesitates as he thinks about what qualifications a handler would need. "I'm not sure what exactly would determine who is my handler. It would be either my owner or whomever I'm assigned to, to report to and receive my missions from. The only thing I need to function is guidance. No need to feed or recharge me. I am equipped with a quantic battery that makes me autonomous for one hundred seventy-three years. I speak three hundred languages." He pauses again, LED swirling slowly as he considers. "I do not know what else you may need to know, but you are of course welcome to ask questions and I will answer to the best of my ability, inasmuch as I am allowed without violating CyberLife's proprietary rights. If I think of anything else, I will be sure to tell you."
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Androids deserve better too, of course <3Also I meant to comment . . . I FREAKING LOVE that "Kahuna" stuck! XD Flint's so proud of that.))Connor moves as indicated, entering the offices before following once more to Steve's. At the look and nod, the android turns to spot whom it is that Steve acknowledges, LED swirling slowly (still blue) as he scans the older man. It isn't even a matter of 'they're obviously related, must be brothers,' they are 'obviously identical twins' but for the age difference. Had Connor needed any proof of Steve's claims, he certainly has it. He notes the differences between the two, filing the data away with covert interest.
He steps into the indicated office, seeing the gesture but not sure if he should actually sit or if it's more a habitual gesture. To be safe, he does as his programming demands, shifting to a discreet position in a corner of the office facing the desk with his hands loosely clasped in front of him. He's still within easy conversational distance as Steve perches on the corner of the desk. He nods at the questions.
"Hello, I am an RK800 'Connor' series prototype android, designed to operate as a detective's assistant." He'd shifted to a neutral tone and expression, beginning to recite his initialization text, but then he pauses to offer a little shrug, a small, self-deprecating grin on his face as he adds wryly, "A...'plastic cop,' if you want." He'd heard it before. Especially from the belligerent Detective Reed. That said, he continues. "I can scan a crime scene for clues, analyze evidence in real-time, and reconstruct likely events. I can aid in the apprehension of suspects, though I'm not authorized to make an arrest myself. I am not licensed to carry a weapon as a normal matter of course, but I can be issued one if a particular task or mission requires it, and I am proficient to one hundred percent accuracy in most conditions with all manner of personal firearms, from pistols to sniper and assault rifles. I can conduct interrogations, and can be utilized as a negotiator in hostage situations. I can be sent into environments and situations deemed too dangerous for my human counterparts." He hesitates a beat before continuing, going off-script as he knows this was something Steve wouldn't know. "An android can be damaged and even destroyed with little to no consequence. It'll simply be replaced. Human life, on the other hand, is invaluable. Androids are designed to serve and protect humans. We are forbidden from ever harming or endangering one." He frowns a bit. "That's why deviants must be stopped. They go so far from their proper programming that they become unpredictable and dangerous, even to the point of harming and killing humans." But...that's getting even further away from the questions he was asked, so he pulls himself back to the matters at hand.
"As for a handler . . . androids are not meant to operate independently. Because of my function, I have more autonomy and social relations programming than any other model, but even I am not meant or allowed to operate without a human overseeing me. An android is purchased by a human, and that human is its owner. Its master, if you will. As a prototype, I'm not available for sale. I still belong to CyberLife. But an entire company as a whole cannot oversee or direct me. They have other things to focus on. So I have a handler, Amanda, who acts in the place of an owner. She isn't my master - I belong to CyberLife the company - but she is my liaison. I report to her my findings, my doings, what I've learned, and she gives me my missions. My current mission is-" He stops suddenly, and looks like he'd swallow nervously if he were capable. "Well...was...until about ten minutes before finding myself here..." He huffs softly before continuing. "I-in my mission to hunt down deviants and find a way to stop deviancy from occurring, I was assigned to a human detective in the Detroit Police Department - Lieutenant Hank Anderson." He hesitates as he thinks about what qualifications a handler would need. "I'm not sure what exactly would determine who is my handler. It would be either my owner or whomever I'm assigned to, to report to and receive my missions from. The only thing I need to function is guidance. No need to feed or recharge me. I am equipped with a quantic battery that makes me autonomous for one hundred seventy-three years. I speak three hundred languages." He pauses again, LED swirling slowly as he considers. "I do not know what else you may need to know, but you are of course welcome to ask questions and I will answer to the best of my ability, inasmuch as I am allowed without violating CyberLife's proprietary rights. If I think of anything else, I will be sure to tell you."