They still bled all the same. So you guys know, there is a domestic slice of life plot to this series, and I'll keep writing these two going about their lives post-revolution so long as I'm inspired to write. Least give me some room on the couch if you're going to keep sleeping, " he groused louder, shaking the android's shoulder. He was in Hank's house. Scratching an itch under his rough beard.
I'm also slowly learning what tags to use, so bear with me as I occasionally edit to revise them slightly. 8F during the day; Low of 23F tonight. Sparing Kamski's Chloe. When Kamski showcased the first fully functional and independently intelligent android, the Chloe series, he had well and truly thought humanity had lobotomized themselves in the pursuit for progress. At the movement's core though, its concept was really not as complicated as he and everyone else were making it out to be, he was coming to understand better. "You have been drinking again, " he remarked, frowning. Chloe temple facial by surprise party. The stove clock read 9:53, and already Hank was contemplating a third beer, having finished two bottles and his coffee over breakfast. Leafyleaf, The_AntPhony, Hackmanite, moonewaves, MintyWords, cowboypissboot, Riley_means_valient, AllThingsMagical321, potatopeeler, Writer_or_Whatever, Jaypawzzzzzzzzzz, tentoriumcerebelli, myslnik, Bluesexual, NyakoZhovur, Grimzo, Mrktrne, KikoNysKo, Inquisitor_ln, spacesheriff, Niopka, Silvia_PamPam, Hablar_en_sombras, TheAppleOfEvesEye, CrustyRatBurger, bananamangoing, Sunny__Dandelions, Erzs, lolo_popoki, Cherpov, and mistsong as well as 12 guests left kudos on this work! Now he was in the middle of the next turning point in a potentially groundbreaking social and technological shift, but to what lengths this time? "You uh, was that stasis you were in? The all-too-human mental struggle of coming to terms with shooting the broadcasting deviant–his first and as far as Hank was aware, only individual Connor had ever killed–after the fact while he panicked over Connor's wounds.
The LED turned yellow, then to blue as Connor regained his bearings, scanning the room around him. The government's decisions on androids and possibly AI as a whole moving forwards would directly affect his line of work regardless of the decision, but this wasn't his first rodeo; he would get through whatever came at him. As creepy as what he was doing was, and he absolutely knew he was being at least moderately creepy right now, Hank looked Connor up and down with an investigator's eye for detail like this was going to be the only time he'd ever get to examine a functioning android this closely. "I would like to join you when you take Sumo out for his walk today, if I may. "Hey, Connor, wake up, " Hank patted the android's shoulder. I walk Sumo, watch TV, maybe drive around the city a bit; drink at the bar when I can afford to. "The hell's your life come to, Hank, " he laughed hollowly, scrubbing the dredges of sleep from his face. "Can you keep whatever program lets you simulate breathing on going forward? Connor inquired casually. Pushing progress forwards? Connor was stiff as stone, unbreathing. That is correct chloe temple. Hank could still clearly see the troubled look on Connor's face as they turned back from the busy highway, hands empty as the AX400 and the child they had been pursuing successfully made it across. Connor smiled warmly, as if his rising from the dead just now was perfectly normal for a human to witness.
Was there a realistic potential for the two concepts to dance the tango together until they ironed out all their missteps and flowed as one? There were fresh traces of alcohol lingering on the man's lips and on his breath. I wrote and revised this one easily five or six times, and I'm honestly quite happy with it, so I decided to finally stop fussing. He quickly narrowed his thoughts to what he found familiar. Saving Hank for the third time to the man's chagrin, from his own evil copy in the pit of CyberLife tower no less. Work Text: The sight of Connor hopefully asleep or in the android version of it on his couch dressed in an oversized faded black t-shirt, a blanket neatly tucked without a wrinkle around and under him up to his armpits, and arms laid neatly across his stomach, was not something Hank expected first thing in the morning. With narrowed eyes, Hank slowly circled the couch, taking care to be quiet and hopefully not alert the android. "Ah, " came Hank's reply. Connor's expression was one of peaceful calm, the stress lines on his forehead were smoothed out and there was no tension pulling taut any of his pseudo-muscles. It certainly hadn't been for the sake of CyberLife's mission that he defended Connor. I don't know how to express what I feel for the deviants who suffered and were des–killed by my actions or involvement, but I still wish to work on deviant and homicide cases that will inevitably spike over the coming months, only, with Markus' goal of peace between our kind in mind. He kept an eye on the LED as he studied Connor's face further, gaze wandering over the dusting of freckles and minute blemishes that added to the realism of his appearance. Androids were claiming to be alive–however people wanted to define that now.