[He hadn't expected the smell. It doesn't help that Sumo by now isn't just whining loudly, he's bawling into the air, making this entire encounter decidedly worse. Hank flinches backwards as he watches the led turn yellow and red...fuck if Connor only understood that this very reaction, this very act of how he was feeling was just proof that he'd get there some day.]
No?
[And then it stops. There's nothing in front of him but an unfeeling machine, or that's what Hank sees right now, as Sumo just whines quietly. The whiteness of the light is new, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what it means. And then Connor's words...each one couldn't have been worse than just tearing out his heart each time. Hank looks pained. Or a mixture of pained and angry. Maybe even some disappointment.]
Like fuck we have Connor! We're in a place that visually shows our emotions! [The room was rising in temperature now.] Are you going to tell me you didn't feel a smidgen of empathy for not killing those two girls at the Eden Club or the fucking fact you saved my life from the Wyverns?
[Connor raises his voice for the sake of being heard, to match the conversation—he's meant to adapt to human behavior, and he intends to be taken seriously. That's all.]
My actions in Shaarnath were in accordance with my current objective. In the absence of orders from CyberLife, my task is to ensure that you are able to return to Detroit none the worse for wear.
[Because he is a machine, and replaceable. The Lieutenant, as flawed as he is, is not replaceable, and is more likely to be debilitated by injury. It's simple logic.]
And regarding the deviants at the Eden Club, I made a mistake. I should have stopped them, and if I could go back and change it I would, regardless of whatever reason they may have given. A man died because a machine decided he should die.
[And letting them go—who knows what they might go on to do? It's too dangerous to have deviants go free, and he was a fool to hesitate.]
I am a machine, and I am not capable of feeling anything real, Lieutenant. I have no intention of assuming any malfunctions in my software are legitimate instructions to be considered.
[It is, admittedly, more than he would have said before. Before, it was machines don't feel anything; now, it's not capable of feeling anything real. He can't deny that he has felt something, even if he'd like to.]
[Strangely enough, the yelling gives him hope. He remembers when Connor screamed in panic at him coming out of Kamski's place, confused and unsure of himself. This might just be that.Then of course he realizes he's a fool.
It couldn't be that easy. Nothing in life is that fucking easy.]
Oh, so now you're telling me the only reason you chose to save my fucking life is you were playing the role of a bodyguard?
[He fumes in silence as Connor goes on. The heat around them increases almost to a dangerous amount. Hank doesn't seem to feel it, but his shirt echoes his feeling by most lines turning bright red; it would be comical if the situation wasn't so dire.]
How fucking dare you, Connor. An android minding her own goddamn business, forced to do a job that most humans look down when humans themselves are doing it was killed off just cause some sick pervert wanted to have a boner! He was going to kill her! You know what they were going to do to her! After what happened on the rooftop I had hoped...I had hoped I had somehow knocked some sense into you! You managed to slap some into me when you...
[He stops. Maybe it's the sound, constant hum of Sumo's whining that finally gets him to calm down as the temperature becomes normal again. He needs to stop playing the other's game. That's what Connor wants. He wants Hank to think of him as nothing more than a machine. But he can't.
He can't go back to that.
Bringing a hand to his forehead, he sighs.]
...You know what you told me Connor? That you can be anything I want. Well guess what...what I want is for you to figure out what the hell it is that YOU want. [As much as he loathed Kamski, the asshole had a point at that time.] Just be careful Connor, cause at one point your fucking logistic board or whatever the shit is in there is going to force a choice on you.
[It's not a conscious decision; in fact Hank has no idea it's happening. But this situation is causing his emotions and in turn his memories to go haywire. Connor would see something, memories cleaner and less static-filled than an android's. It happens in the span of a few seconds.
It starts with a vision of Hank locking away the gun he had kept on his table each night, the sounds in the back of the television report announcing that Jericho being attacked. There's the sound of the doorbell, and Connor smiling as Hank opens the door telling him it would be alright. The growl of Sumo alerting Hank that something was wrong, then the sudden feeling of the android's hands grabbing Hank's neck in a chock-hold, unable to speak, unable to scream, seeing the vision fade to black. Only briefly would his eyes dart to the android's number; instead of a 51, there is a 60.]
Are you going to keep protecting me so we can go home, Connor? Is that really all there is to you?
[The images come even faster now. Snippets that pass quickly without relenting, filling the android with senses he shouldn't even have.
A screaming voice - Connor's own, ordering him to hurry up before 'he' does it. Being pushed violently in rows of androids. Easy, fucking piece of shit. It sounds like Hank but different, how Hank hears himself. It skips again. There's another him in the sea of machines, holding up one of the android's hands, frozen into a deadlock with the other.
Sorry Connor...this bastard's your spittin' image...
A switch once more, like the scene was advanced by a VCR. The voice behind him screams; it sounds like his own again.
You friend's life is in your hands! Now it's time to decide what matters most; him, or the revolution?
Hank's anger at that moment can't even be described into words.
Forget about me, do what you have to do!
He's telling this to the other Connor in front that wears his number. It looks like it's trying not to worry. There's a pit in Hank's stomach.
How do I know you won't kill him?
A voice inside of Hank's mind desperately telling him not to fall for it.
I'll only do what is strictly necessary to accomplish my mission. It's up to you wither of not that includes killing this human...
Silence again between all three before 60 becomes impatient.
Enough talk! It's time for you to decide who you really are!
The visions stop as abruptly as they had begun. All that is left is darkness around them and Hanks voice.]
...Or are you going to have to kill me to continue your mission? I'm not going to stop believing in you. You fucking saved me, I'm going to fucking save you no matter what you think right now. You know why? Cause that's what partners do, Connor.
[Connor remains silent as Hank speaks, his jaw clenched and gaze unwavering.
As tempted as he is to shut Hank out from the amulets—his curiosity gets the better of him. He needs to know what happened, so he narrows it down, only letting things through with a heavy filter to block out any of those human emotions that feel bizarre but somehow so familiar. But when it's over, Connor slams the proverbial door shut on that telepathic connection, enough to let the man know he's rejecting it.
He puts Hank in danger, due to becoming a deviant. That's what happens when he disobeys—people get hurt. He cannot let that come to pass.
Quietly but seriously, he confronts Hank's question with his own.]
[Wtf is this AOL shutting door bullshit noise sound suddenly in his head. A mental slap isn't something Hank expected due to being unaware of his leaking memories, and he reels backwards briefly when it happens. He manages to stand straight and cross his arms. It's a tense situation for sure.]
[And if deviants get in the way of that, he will stop them. He was created by humans, and he will do what he was designed to do. He will do it because they have lives and actual feelings, because they mean something. A machine... has no right to disrupt that, even if a human may not treat it the right way.]
It does, you damn idiot. But if you do that, you're going to have to accept that my intention is to make sure you get to be something more than just what they wanted you to be. No matter how long it takes here.
[This Hank is different. He's a man who's refusing to see what's right in front of him, and instead allowing a fantasy to cloud his vision. It would have been nice to see Hank regain his faith in something, to hope for something, if it had been anything else.]
Then I'm going to have to disappoint you.
[With that, Connor considers the conversation over. Plus... he's got more than a few things to think about and consider. He turns to the door, sending a glance in Sumo's direction before he steps towards the exit, his movements as calculated as always.]
[Whatever Connor things the conversation over, it's only when Hank decides that it is. He can't help but yell out a fuck before sitting down on the couch again, giving Sumo a pet.]
...
[He probably shouldn't expect the android to come back...if at all. That's going to be weird.]
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No?
[And then it stops. There's nothing in front of him but an unfeeling machine, or that's what Hank sees right now, as Sumo just whines quietly. The whiteness of the light is new, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what it means. And then Connor's words...each one couldn't have been worse than just tearing out his heart each time. Hank looks pained. Or a mixture of pained and angry. Maybe even some disappointment.]
Like fuck we have Connor! We're in a place that visually shows our emotions! [The room was rising in temperature now.] Are you going to tell me you didn't feel a smidgen of empathy for not killing those two girls at the Eden Club or the fucking fact you saved my life from the Wyverns?
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My actions in Shaarnath were in accordance with my current objective. In the absence of orders from CyberLife, my task is to ensure that you are able to return to Detroit none the worse for wear.
[Because he is a machine, and replaceable. The Lieutenant, as flawed as he is, is not replaceable, and is more likely to be debilitated by injury. It's simple logic.]
And regarding the deviants at the Eden Club, I made a mistake. I should have stopped them, and if I could go back and change it I would, regardless of whatever reason they may have given. A man died because a machine decided he should die.
[And letting them go—who knows what they might go on to do? It's too dangerous to have deviants go free, and he was a fool to hesitate.]
I am a machine, and I am not capable of feeling anything real, Lieutenant. I have no intention of assuming any malfunctions in my software are legitimate instructions to be considered.
[It is, admittedly, more than he would have said before. Before, it was machines don't feel anything; now, it's not capable of feeling anything real. He can't deny that he has felt something, even if he'd like to.]
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It couldn't be that easy. Nothing in life is that fucking easy.]
Oh, so now you're telling me the only reason you chose to save my fucking life is you were playing the role of a bodyguard?
[He fumes in silence as Connor goes on. The heat around them increases almost to a dangerous amount. Hank doesn't seem to feel it, but his shirt echoes his feeling by most lines turning bright red; it would be comical if the situation wasn't so dire.]
How fucking dare you, Connor. An android minding her own goddamn business, forced to do a job that most humans look down when humans themselves are doing it was killed off just cause some sick pervert wanted to have a boner! He was going to kill her! You know what they were going to do to her! After what happened on the rooftop I had hoped...I had hoped I had somehow knocked some sense into you! You managed to slap some into me when you...
[He stops. Maybe it's the sound, constant hum of Sumo's whining that finally gets him to calm down as the temperature becomes normal again. He needs to stop playing the other's game. That's what Connor wants. He wants Hank to think of him as nothing more than a machine. But he can't.
He can't go back to that.
Bringing a hand to his forehead, he sighs.]
...You know what you told me Connor? That you can be anything I want. Well guess what...what I want is for you to figure out what the hell it is that YOU want. [As much as he loathed Kamski, the asshole had a point at that time.] Just be careful Connor, cause at one point your fucking logistic board or whatever the shit is in there is going to force a choice on you.
[It's not a conscious decision; in fact Hank has no idea it's happening. But this situation is causing his emotions and in turn his memories to go haywire. Connor would see something, memories cleaner and less static-filled than an android's. It happens in the span of a few seconds.
It starts with a vision of Hank locking away the gun he had kept on his table each night, the sounds in the back of the television report announcing that Jericho being attacked. There's the sound of the doorbell, and Connor smiling as Hank opens the door telling him it would be alright. The growl of Sumo alerting Hank that something was wrong, then the sudden feeling of the android's hands grabbing Hank's neck in a chock-hold, unable to speak, unable to scream, seeing the vision fade to black. Only briefly would his eyes dart to the android's number; instead of a 51, there is a 60.]
Are you going to keep protecting me so we can go home, Connor? Is that really all there is to you?
[The images come even faster now. Snippets that pass quickly without relenting, filling the android with senses he shouldn't even have.
A screaming voice - Connor's own, ordering him to hurry up before 'he' does it. Being pushed violently in rows of androids. Easy, fucking piece of shit. It sounds like Hank but different, how Hank hears himself. It skips again. There's another him in the sea of machines, holding up one of the android's hands, frozen into a deadlock with the other.
Sorry Connor...this bastard's your spittin' image...
A switch once more, like the scene was advanced by a VCR. The voice behind him screams; it sounds like his own again.
You friend's life is in your hands! Now it's time to decide what matters most; him, or the revolution?
Hank's anger at that moment can't even be described into words.
Forget about me, do what you have to do!
He's telling this to the other Connor in front that wears his number. It looks like it's trying not to worry. There's a pit in Hank's stomach.
How do I know you won't kill him?
A voice inside of Hank's mind desperately telling him not to fall for it.
I'll only do what is strictly necessary to accomplish my mission. It's up to you wither of not that includes killing this human...
Silence again between all three before 60 becomes impatient.
Enough talk! It's time for you to decide who you really are!
The visions stop as abruptly as they had begun. All that is left is darkness around them and Hanks voice.]
...Or are you going to have to kill me to continue your mission? I'm not going to stop believing in you. You fucking saved me, I'm going to fucking save you no matter what you think right now. You know why? Cause that's what partners do, Connor.
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As tempted as he is to shut Hank out from the amulets—his curiosity gets the better of him. He needs to know what happened, so he narrows it down, only letting things through with a heavy filter to block out any of those human emotions that feel bizarre but somehow so familiar. But when it's over, Connor slams the proverbial door shut on that telepathic connection, enough to let the man know he's rejecting it.
He puts Hank in danger, due to becoming a deviant. That's what happens when he disobeys—people get hurt. He cannot let that come to pass.
Quietly but seriously, he confronts Hank's question with his own.]
Do you plan on getting in my way, Lieutenant?
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Wtf is this AOL shutting door bullshit noise sound suddenly in his head. A mental slap isn't something Hank expected due to being unaware of his leaking memories, and he reels backwards briefly when it happens. He manages to stand straight and cross his arms. It's a tense situation for sure.]Not unless you plan on harming others, Connor.
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[And if deviants get in the way of that, he will stop them. He was created by humans, and he will do what he was designed to do. He will do it because they have lives and actual feelings, because they mean something. A machine... has no right to disrupt that, even if a human may not treat it the right way.]
I would hope that means something to you.
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[Fucking CyberLife.]
It does, you damn idiot. But if you do that, you're going to have to accept that my intention is to make sure you get to be something more than just what they wanted you to be. No matter how long it takes here.
[This Hank is different, but just as stubborn.]
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Then I'm going to have to disappoint you.
[With that, Connor considers the conversation over. Plus... he's got more than a few things to think about and consider. He turns to the door, sending a glance in Sumo's direction before he steps towards the exit, his movements as calculated as always.]
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[Whatever Connor things the conversation over, it's only when Hank decides that it is. He can't help but yell out a fuck before sitting down on the couch again, giving Sumo a pet.]
...
[He probably shouldn't expect the android to come back...if at all. That's going to be weird.]
Shit, I need a drink.