[He frowns at the bottle, then directs that look of dissatisfaction back to Hank.]
Despite my ability to adjust my priorities and to compartmentalize, you shouldn’t mistake me as being content to be swept away from Detroit and deposited literal universes — maybe dimensions — away.
[He doesn’t think this would apply just to him; any android torn from its purpose would agree, he’s sure.]
Everything here is foreign to me, as much as it is to you. Magic powers, people from fantastical and nonsensical worlds. Terms and places and names I’ve never heard of and have no frame of reference for. It can still be disorienting, if I try to do more than merely accept it as our new truth.
I was made to make sense of things, Hank. This setting goes against all that CyberLife could’ve hoped to prepare me for. Why do you think any of that would be easy to process?
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Despite my ability to adjust my priorities and to compartmentalize, you shouldn’t mistake me as being content to be swept away from Detroit and deposited literal universes — maybe dimensions — away.
[He doesn’t think this would apply just to him; any android torn from its purpose would agree, he’s sure.]
Everything here is foreign to me, as much as it is to you. Magic powers, people from fantastical and nonsensical worlds. Terms and places and names I’ve never heard of and have no frame of reference for. It can still be disorienting, if I try to do more than merely accept it as our new truth.
I was made to make sense of things, Hank. This setting goes against all that CyberLife could’ve hoped to prepare me for. Why do you think any of that would be easy to process?