Connor’s LED spins yellow for but a moment before going dark.
“What would you like to know? Androids are artificial beings made to serve humans. Different models were designed to fill different roles. I was made to be an investigative unit, but…”
Not only did Connor break away from said programming, but he’s more than just that. Well-rounded where most other androids have little expertise in multiple fields.
“It doesn’t trouble me,” he says, raising a hand to press his palm against the window’s glass. “I’m an android. It’s not something I can change.”
Nor something Connor has had much time to ponder. If he were human, though, he never would have met Hank.
no subject
Connor’s LED spins yellow for but a moment before going dark.
“What would you like to know? Androids are artificial beings made to serve humans. Different models were designed to fill different roles. I was made to be an investigative unit, but…”
Not only did Connor break away from said programming, but he’s more than just that. Well-rounded where most other androids have little expertise in multiple fields.
“It doesn’t trouble me,” he says, raising a hand to press his palm against the window’s glass. “I’m an android. It’s not something I can change.”
Nor something Connor has had much time to ponder. If he were human, though, he never would have met Hank.
And that feels… unacceptable.