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[He may remember from the dream, but when Connor arrives in the lab, the cloaked and masked figure that awaits him in an almost apprehensive stance is...very small. A tiny voice greets him, the clear tones of a child testing the waters in the presence of a stranger.]
H...Hello!
H...Hello!
Hello.
[Connor does, in fact, remember from the dream! Meaning that he's taking the fact his god is A Tiny Immortal(?) ChildTM in stride, offering a polite nod as a greeting. Hi. Hello. Salutations. Please be his friend.]
My name is Connor. I'm an android created by CyberLife. [In the same, pre-programmed introduction tone as always. Justice probably already knows who he is, but. Look. Listen. Let him not-live.] Thank you for granting me the privilege of having an audience with you. It's an honor to meet you, Justice.
[Connor does, in fact, remember from the dream! Meaning that he's taking the fact his god is A Tiny Immortal(?) ChildTM in stride, offering a polite nod as a greeting. Hi. Hello. Salutations. Please be his friend.]
My name is Connor. I'm an android created by CyberLife. [In the same, pre-programmed introduction tone as always. Justice probably already knows who he is, but. Look. Listen. Let him not-live.] Thank you for granting me the privilege of having an audience with you. It's an honor to meet you, Justice.
Really? You're thanking me?
[There's a hesitation, and then Justice comes closer, extending his hand to reach for Connor's and shake it.]
No, no, I should be thanking you! You're really, really here! I thought...I was worried nobody would come talk to me.
[There's a hesitation, and then Justice comes closer, extending his hand to reach for Connor's and shake it.]
No, no, I should be thanking you! You're really, really here! I thought...I was worried nobody would come talk to me.
[Hand shaking, it is! Connor will even bend down a little to make his hand easier to reach, if he has to.]
Of course I am. [Intoned like this is only natural. Please don't thank him...... He still thinks it's the equivalent of thanking a pen for having ink.] You are a god, after all... And the one I've pledged my allegiance to. It would be remiss of me not to make an effort to get to know you.
Of course I am. [Intoned like this is only natural. Please don't thank him...... He still thinks it's the equivalent of thanking a pen for having ink.] You are a god, after all... And the one I've pledged my allegiance to. It would be remiss of me not to make an effort to get to know you.
I don't know--you can do whatever you want to do, I wouldn't be mad!
[But he sounds really, really happy that things turned out the way that they have, and he shakes Connor's hand with childlike exhuberance, squeezing maybe just a bit too tight.]
Can I ask you a question? Is that okay?
[But he sounds really, really happy that things turned out the way that they have, and he shakes Connor's hand with childlike exhuberance, squeezing maybe just a bit too tight.]
Can I ask you a question? Is that okay?
[JUSTICE, PLEASE... Good thing androids can't feel pain, only pressure.]
There's no need to ask for permission. Go ahead.
There's no need to ask for permission. Go ahead.
Okay!
[Encouraged, Justice takes a deep breath and stands up a bit straighter. Confidence is key!]
Is the lab...is it enough? I wanted to make sure you and anyone else mechanical had somewhere they could go for resources but this is the best technology that I know--outside of virtual reality.
[Encouraged, Justice takes a deep breath and stands up a bit straighter. Confidence is key!]
Is the lab...is it enough? I wanted to make sure you and anyone else mechanical had somewhere they could go for resources but this is the best technology that I know--outside of virtual reality.
The lab?
[Whatever question he was expecting from his patron god, this... was probably not among them. He seems a little taken aback for a whole ass second, before he promptly recovers.]
I found it to be well-stocked, if that's what you mean. It's no CyberLife store — but it will suffice for the duration of this competition. [... Says Connor, the android who's gonna be OOC if no one junks him by week 2. God. Either way, he's tilting his head, curious.] If I may ask a question in return, were you the one who created the lab?
[Whatever question he was expecting from his patron god, this... was probably not among them. He seems a little taken aback for a whole ass second, before he promptly recovers.]
I found it to be well-stocked, if that's what you mean. It's no CyberLife store — but it will suffice for the duration of this competition. [... Says Connor, the android who's gonna be OOC if no one junks him by week 2. God. Either way, he's tilting his head, curious.] If I may ask a question in return, were you the one who created the lab?
[Justice... Please don't faceplant because your outfit is literally too heavy. Connor seems to seriously consider the question before nodding, though.]
... Yes. I like it. [Said in the same tone that he might use to say he likes animals he's never seen, or catchy music he's only briefly listened to. So, polite. A teeny bit unsure. But pretty sincere, when it comes down to it.] Thank you. It's very thoughtful of you. This only confirms that I've pledged my loyalty to the right god.
... Yes. I like it. [Said in the same tone that he might use to say he likes animals he's never seen, or catchy music he's only briefly listened to. So, polite. A teeny bit unsure. But pretty sincere, when it comes down to it.] Thank you. It's very thoughtful of you. This only confirms that I've pledged my loyalty to the right god.
[The littlest god giggles in clear joy, moving from foot to foot in giddy restlessness.]
That makes me so happy, thank you! I also want to know...
[A hesitation.]
Sorry, this might be rude, but...how does it feel, being you? I mean, did you always know you weren't human?
That makes me so happy, thank you! I also want to know...
[A hesitation.]
Sorry, this might be rude, but...how does it feel, being you? I mean, did you always know you weren't human?
I can't be offended, so there's no need to worry about being rude.
[Since androids don't have ~feelings~, or whatever. Nevermind the fact he can 100% get upset and pouty under the right circumstances.]
To answer your question: Yes. I am a machine designed to accomplish a task. As such, I've always known what I am, and what I am not.
[Since androids don't have ~feelings~, or whatever. Nevermind the fact he can 100% get upset and pouty under the right circumstances.]
To answer your question: Yes. I am a machine designed to accomplish a task. As such, I've always known what I am, and what I am not.
...so it doesn't bother you at all?
[He almost sounds...sad?]
I guess...that's a good thing. It would be horrible to find out you were something other than what you thought you were, right?
[His mask tilts downward.]
Does that mean you can't feel other things, either?
[He almost sounds...sad?]
I guess...that's a good thing. It would be horrible to find out you were something other than what you thought you were, right?
[His mask tilts downward.]
Does that mean you can't feel other things, either?
[Oh. Hm. This sure is his least favorite topic in the world!]
—I'm not a deviant.
[It's practically a knee-jerk reaction at this point. Instantly defensive. Instantly ready to talk circles around why he absolutely, positively cannot feel emotion. He has to remind himself of who he's talking to in order to find a single iota of chill.]
Androids are incapable of human emotion. Only a defective machine would believe otherwise. [This conversation keep happening to him. He has done nothing to deserve this, wtf.] Why would you want a machine that's endowed with free will?
—I'm not a deviant.
[It's practically a knee-jerk reaction at this point. Instantly defensive. Instantly ready to talk circles around why he absolutely, positively cannot feel emotion. He has to remind himself of who he's talking to in order to find a single iota of chill.]
Androids are incapable of human emotion. Only a defective machine would believe otherwise. [This conversation keep happening to him. He has done nothing to deserve this, wtf.] Why would you want a machine that's endowed with free will?
[HM. BAD.
Connor is going to be quite suddenly, quite abruptly jarred out of whichever diatribe he was about to go off on. He's silent for a second or two, LED spinning red, red, red — before finally settling down on yellow. He adjusts his tie. Straightens out his jacket. Gets his LED back to blue.]
I apologize. [His tone's softer now, at least. His chill has been located.] It seems my response was... inappropriate. Perhaps it would benefit both of us if we selected another topic.
[One that doesn't have to do with feelings.]
Like, for example— I'd like to learn all about you, as well. What gifts are you most interested in? How may I best serve you?
Connor is going to be quite suddenly, quite abruptly jarred out of whichever diatribe he was about to go off on. He's silent for a second or two, LED spinning red, red, red — before finally settling down on yellow. He adjusts his tie. Straightens out his jacket. Gets his LED back to blue.]
I apologize. [His tone's softer now, at least. His chill has been located.] It seems my response was... inappropriate. Perhaps it would benefit both of us if we selected another topic.
[One that doesn't have to do with feelings.]
Like, for example— I'd like to learn all about you, as well. What gifts are you most interested in? How may I best serve you?
[It is totally fine. Maybe.]
Hello, Justice. [Politely, hands clasped behind his back.] I'm fine, thank you. I was wondering how you were faring, actually.
Hello, Justice. [Politely, hands clasped behind his back.] I'm fine, thank you. I was wondering how you were faring, actually.
It would be remiss of me not to ask. But— I'm glad to hear that.
[It's a figure of speech. Let him live.]
What did you think about our performance this week? Is there anything you wish we had done differently?
[It's a figure of speech. Let him live.]
What did you think about our performance this week? Is there anything you wish we had done differently?
Different...I think overall, you didn't do so bad. But there wasn't a lot of order, was there? It seemed like some people just kind of went around doing whatever they wanted without communicating with each other. Maybe next time, everyone can talk things through first and then it'll be easier to stay organized and focused.
[A pause.]
What about you? What do you think?
[A pause.]
What about you? What do you think?
Yes... I agree. There were several rogue elements [read: shitposters] who kept derailing the entire process. Some of us are already discussing how to best control everyone's temperaments, but... I'm unsure of how viable these ideas will be in the long run.
[The local voices of reason could be targeted, for example. People will continue to do whatever the heck they want... and human emotions are extremely unpredictable. His LED is spinning yellow as he thinks of all the things that could go wrong during the trial. That's without accounting the fallout that'll come after it.
After a brief pause, he adds:]
Justice, am I free to speak my mind?
[The local voices of reason could be targeted, for example. People will continue to do whatever the heck they want... and human emotions are extremely unpredictable. His LED is spinning yellow as he thinks of all the things that could go wrong during the trial. That's without accounting the fallout that'll come after it.
After a brief pause, he adds:]
Justice, am I free to speak my mind?
[Hm. Even with permission, he does hesitate slightly before speaking up. Expressing his discontent with the current situation feels a lot like expressing his discontent around Amanda, which is, uh. Bad.]
I am... concerned... about the mechanics behind these trials. While I'm confident that we will be able to identify any future murderers, I'm less certain about our ability to correctly guess who they've aligned themselves with. [...] I foresee that we will harm those who are innocent with this system.
I am... concerned... about the mechanics behind these trials. While I'm confident that we will be able to identify any future murderers, I'm less certain about our ability to correctly guess who they've aligned themselves with. [...] I foresee that we will harm those who are innocent with this system.
I know what you mean. It isn't just, and it goes against what I believe in.
[Justice shakes their head, their hands balling into fists.]
It wasn't my decision for the contest to be played this way, but I don't think there's any way to chance the rules now that we started. I'm sorry.
[Justice shakes their head, their hands balling into fists.]
It wasn't my decision for the contest to be played this way, but I don't think there's any way to chance the rules now that we started. I'm sorry.
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