“I am an android,” Connor says without elaborating, almost sadly. He is both part of their group and yet not. Could he have made friends with them? Would they have accepted him if he needed a home? He wonders about that. After everything he’s done.
Turning back to the window, Connor’s gaze falls to the floor. Looking at nothing in particular when he says: “Humans are very stubborn. Some are cruel, some are kind. I… like them.”
The corner of his lips twitches in a small smile.
“I know they hurt: the planet, androids, each other. But I wouldn’t exist without them. They’re complicated — there’s something appealing in how unpredictable they can be.
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“I am an android,” Connor says without elaborating, almost sadly. He is both part of their group and yet not. Could he have made friends with them? Would they have accepted him if he needed a home? He wonders about that. After everything he’s done.
Turning back to the window, Connor’s gaze falls to the floor. Looking at nothing in particular when he says: “Humans are very stubborn. Some are cruel, some are kind. I… like them.”
The corner of his lips twitches in a small smile.
“I know they hurt: the planet, androids, each other. But I wouldn’t exist without them. They’re complicated — there’s something appealing in how unpredictable they can be.
“I am alone.” Looking back up, now. “For now.”